<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:05:51.010+08:00</updated><category term='sin'/><category term='me'/><category term='contribution'/><category term='meaning of life'/><category term='evolve'/><category term='higher self'/><category term='connection'/><category term='Carnival'/><category term='God'/><category term='Sand'/><category term='rave party'/><category term='Law of Attracton'/><category term='Universe'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='Positive'/><category term='giving'/><category term='change'/><category term='self discovery'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='satisfaction'/><category term='UK'/><category term='Life and times'/><category term='New'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='Exciting'/><category term='abouts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Sea'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='I don&apos;t feel this is good enough'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Mauritius'/><category term='water'/><category term='Uganda'/><category term='Flipflops'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Kinda random....'/><category term='Inspired by her'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='miss the mark'/><category term='Manifest'/><category term='Life is not always fair'/><category term='wellness'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Phyrerie thoughts~</title><subtitle type='html'>Creative, imaginative and projective.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1371268857066760895</id><published>2011-10-21T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:32:05.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;At 1st, I created my blogger with my livemail account. 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But what is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of this? Why don't trees just pop out of no where and be 10 foot tall? Why don't cows give milk the second they are born? God created all of us in such a way that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;it takes time&lt;/span&gt; for us to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;manifest into the purpose&lt;/span&gt; that we are. So today I'm going to share with you about what I think is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; and how we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;the Universe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyik6OJMj4/TfcFttpC3XI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1pflKaEnctE/s1600/galaxy.hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyik6OJMj4/TfcFttpC3XI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1pflKaEnctE/s320/galaxy.hug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In theory and discovery. The researchers and experts say that we are all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt; from a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;giant explosion&lt;/span&gt; known as the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/span&gt; at the very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beginning of time&lt;/span&gt;. In Theology, for most religions we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;made from a God&lt;/span&gt; that existed at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beginning of time&lt;/span&gt;. So how are we connected to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt; and what is our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; on this planet called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;? These questions are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;still debated&lt;/span&gt; among all the experts today so don't expect to find an answer to those questions in this blog. But here is something that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I would suggest&lt;/span&gt; based on what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;God resides inside you&lt;/span&gt;. That the whole purpose of your existence is to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;become fully who you are&lt;/span&gt;. God created you with a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;the answer&lt;/span&gt; to that purpose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lies inside your Spirit&lt;/span&gt;. As a human being we have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;2 very important fundamental needs&lt;/span&gt; in fulfillment of our Spirit. Lets see if you agree with me on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Ur-zxy_84/TfcH5YAp2YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FU6RPZgzYvA/s1600/growth_fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Ur-zxy_84/TfcH5YAp2YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FU6RPZgzYvA/s320/growth_fs.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, what is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;growth&lt;/span&gt;? Is it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;physical &lt;/span&gt;growth? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mental&lt;/span&gt; growth? Growth in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;intellect&lt;/span&gt;? Growth in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt;? or just growing old? Well, its all of those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;combined&lt;/span&gt;. When you did your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, when you took on that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dieting plan&lt;/span&gt;, when you read that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;awesome book&lt;/span&gt; or went to a certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;seminar&lt;/span&gt;, when you learned a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;new skill&lt;/span&gt; or when you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;achieve a goal in your life&lt;/span&gt;. Do you feel that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;feeling of fulfillment&lt;/span&gt;. Its like a refreshing beverage in the middle of the desert. You feel very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;. These are the things that are going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;satisfy&lt;/span&gt; you not only today but for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;long term&lt;/span&gt; satisfaction in contrast to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;short term&lt;/span&gt; satisfaction like a burger or a glass of wine. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;These things fulfills your Spiritual need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Contribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwT1wcNXUpc/TfcKREjWidI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QXyX5eSCmqE/s1600/giving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwT1wcNXUpc/TfcKREjWidI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QXyX5eSCmqE/s320/giving.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember when you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;helped that person in need&lt;/span&gt;? When you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lend a hand&lt;/span&gt; to carry something? When you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; donated that $1&lt;/span&gt; for charity? You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; don't you? Cuz you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;felt wonderful&lt;/span&gt; when you could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;be of assistance to others&lt;/span&gt;. When you can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lend a hand&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;bless someone&lt;/span&gt; in their life. Thats the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;feeling of giving&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of being able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;contribute to something good&lt;/span&gt; in this world. A feeling of satisfaction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remember I had a friend. He was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;filled with much hatred&lt;/span&gt; towards his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;family, classmates and teachers&lt;/span&gt;. His only hobby is playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;violent games&lt;/span&gt; while listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;heavy metal music&lt;/span&gt;. He did not like to socialize with people but have taken me as a friend because I was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;only person&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt; him. One day I tricked him out for a walk. We had to walk in the blistering heat for miles and he was quite upset about it. But I did it because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;exercise is good&lt;/span&gt; and that it would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;give me time&lt;/span&gt; to have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;good long chat&lt;/span&gt; with him. As we walked back home. We came across &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;2 blind men&lt;/span&gt; who needed help to get across a busy street. I felt an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;urgency to help&lt;/span&gt; them but my friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;was not enthusiastic about it&lt;/span&gt;. But since we were going to cross the street anyways, he had to come along. As we approached the blind men, 1 help me by the shoulder and 1 held him by the shoulder. We walked across safely and the blind men &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;thank us&lt;/span&gt;. I saw my friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lit up with a smile&lt;/span&gt; so I asked him how it felt. He said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;it felt great&lt;/span&gt;. From that point on, I saw that he started to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; change as a person&lt;/span&gt;. He became &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;more sociable&lt;/span&gt;, more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;open to new ideas&lt;/span&gt; and became &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;a better person&lt;/span&gt;. I myself felt a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;deep satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; in playing the part. So when you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;contribute to the better of the world&lt;/span&gt; or when you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;create something&lt;/span&gt;, you feel that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;God living in you&lt;/span&gt;? Is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Spirit of God&lt;/span&gt;? Do you see the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; of what God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;desires for you&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;needs of your Spirit&lt;/span&gt;? God encourage us to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;love our neighbors&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;keep on giving&lt;/span&gt;. God encourages us to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;stay away&lt;/span&gt; from things that will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;harm us&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt; in things that will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;raise us&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;God calls it Sin&lt;/span&gt;. Sin from the root of the language &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; mean '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;to do evil&lt;/span&gt;'. It actually means '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;to miss the mark'&lt;/span&gt;. To sin doesn't mean you are evil. It just means you miss the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53Ncjr-Tt0I/TfcR7ilUtVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cOH2I9mpdOs/s1600/0f852_miss_the_mark_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53Ncjr-Tt0I/TfcR7ilUtVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/cOH2I9mpdOs/s1600/0f852_miss_the_mark_post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, what is your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; here on Earth? Pray to God and listen to that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;inner voice&lt;/span&gt;. God lives inside everyone of us. The purpose of your life is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;determined by you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;the choices you make&lt;/span&gt;. So take your time and connect to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;, connect with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, connect with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Live awesome everyday and happy growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-6342746867848099037?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6342746867848099037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/06/tree-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6342746867848099037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6342746867848099037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/06/tree-of-life.html' title='Where is my Spirit?'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdyik6OJMj4/TfcFttpC3XI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1pflKaEnctE/s72-c/galaxy.hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1391299704492639428</id><published>2011-04-19T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:57:28.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exciting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mauritius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flipflops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival'/><title type='text'>Flipflops of my life... Life is amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There are just some things in life that we experience so very rarely and that is what makes it so special. Today I wanna write about the inspiration, the fun, the excitement, the joy and the impact in my life this past weekend and the Flipflops Beach Carnival. (15th, 16th, 17th April 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6r4lAG5nKk/TayNmCHNyVI/AAAAAAAAANU/KKBIg6OOW6Q/s1600/Flipflops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6r4lAG5nKk/TayNmCHNyVI/AAAAAAAAANU/KKBIg6OOW6Q/s320/Flipflops.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So yea, it was awesome. The activities include water sports like kayaking, storm rider, banana boat and jet skis. On land there was water attack, beach volley ball, beach soccer, kites, sand buggies and more. Up in the air there was the hot air balloon~ So yea, tons of activities~ The 2 major activities were the Della Ding Dang concert on the 15th night and the Rave Party on the 16th night. It was superb &amp;nbsp;awesome~ I only went for the Rave Party tho, cuz I wasn't really much of a Ding Dang fan =P well anyways, it was fun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So on the 1st day on the 15th of April I went at noon with my bro and 3 of our friends for some fun filled beach games~ Got there around 3pm and yea, had fun til 7 and got back. There me and my bro took some picts and vids and I met up with people I know like Annie Choo(friend), Tau Xing(distant friend), Jason Chew(Boss who organized Flipflops), Kira Yuwei(Guy in charge), Andre Lim(Monster Tongue DJ), Vincent(guy in charge), Penny Goh(My.Fm cruiser), Wilson(My.Fm cruiser), Ah Ming(son of a political figure volunteering there cuz I asked him to XD) and more.... I know alotta these kind of people cuz I move around alot and.... yea.... moving on~ So I got home around 8 that night, had alotta fun and here are some picts of that day =] (picts coming soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So on to the 2nd day~ The 2nd day I had to rush over to fetch my sweetheart Su Ling from work then fetch Nealdy aka Nick and 3 unknown friends from the Spring. At the same time we bought snacks and stuff =] So we met up, shopped and got in the car ready to go. I forgot to take picts of them sitting in the backseat, all 4 of them... I remember telling Ajmal to spread his legs XD sounds so wrong~ So its the 1st time I've met Ajmal, Dilesh and Trevor. Really fun guys. So... more about them later on in my post XD Now I wanna move on to Damai asap! So we reached Damai Puri and as excited as lil kids thrown in to a ball pool or gamblers in a casino or the elderly in a bingo game XD we were bouncing around with enthusiasm and joy~ So we got there, unload our stuff and went over to our room~ 3267~ So our room looks alil bit like this~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDpdMWgtr6I/TayNwqTmdAI/AAAAAAAAANw/WMN6pdU2L7o/s1600/me+and+my+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDpdMWgtr6I/TayNwqTmdAI/AAAAAAAAANw/WMN6pdU2L7o/s320/me+and+my+love.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thats me and my sweetheart Su Ling on the bed~ XD Sound so wrong lo. Anyways, yea. Thats a lil bit of the room for ya... Now moving on to activities~ So on that day after check in, the guys went out to the beach while me and Su Ling aka Scarlet spent some time dating or what you might wanna call it. We had some together time strolling on the beach and just having a good time. Then we went over to the restaurant Elements to have a buffet dinner included in the room we got. (picts coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So yea, after eating eating eating we went back to the room, get changed and went for the Flipflops Rave Party! woots! When we got there at 9pm it rained like it has never rained before XD but me and Scarlet was UNSTOPPABLE and ran in front of the stage and PARTY! haha, thats my sweetheart ;) So heres a pict of the Rave Party(more picts coming soon) and &amp;nbsp;vids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gw72yr-9LA/TayN-VnK5PI/AAAAAAAAAOU/F1HbOUx8Ejg/s1600/rave1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gw72yr-9LA/TayN-VnK5PI/AAAAAAAAAOU/F1HbOUx8Ejg/s320/rave1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Truly an awesome time we had, them guys. They had alotta fun too. Especially those who wore shoes to the Rave Party. They are going back with a pair of mighty muddy shoes XD I duno why but I predicted that I would have lost a sandal by the time I get back from the Rave Party and it seems like I can see the future cuz my sandal, one of them actually snapped and left with one XD LOL! Well, at least they aren't as bad as Ajmal's XD Take a look~ before and after~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-fvtunpOgxKg/TaybjDo7h5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ouCthuVvjzU/s1600/218767_156651111065827_100001628161087_374955_1761957_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvtunpOgxKg/TaybjDo7h5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ouCthuVvjzU/s320/218767_156651111065827_100001628161087_374955_1761957_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPjFlx6IaWw/TayN34OsHQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wYtxao-b4qY/s1600/Muddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPjFlx6IaWw/TayN34OsHQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wYtxao-b4qY/s320/Muddy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;See the difference? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So yeah, muddy and wet and cold. Me and my love went back early cuz of stomach discomforts. Meaning we over ate before we had fun XD so... yea. Then we slept 1st while the guys went out to have more fun. The Rave Party ended at 3am and the guys went over the beach area to lay on the rests to rest and wait for the sunrise. Here are some picts from then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_atfsGicns/TayNSjC0w_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kCRdHYIWp4/s1600/beach5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_atfsGicns/TayNSjC0w_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kCRdHYIWp4/s320/beach5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4okf9xKaSqo/TayN_g-ULqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PK6xrmguQ_w/s1600/rocky+beach+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4okf9xKaSqo/TayN_g-ULqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PK6xrmguQ_w/s320/rocky+beach+view.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtRwG20MGeE/TayOApGNNQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iuROvoFFu7c/s1600/rocky+beach2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtRwG20MGeE/TayOApGNNQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iuROvoFFu7c/s320/rocky+beach2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9cU0UmA3ao/TayOBRxkSgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wX84Pyp9FSg/s1600/sunrise4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9cU0UmA3ao/TayOBRxkSgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wX84Pyp9FSg/s320/sunrise4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Its really nice and romantic. These guys sure know they're stuff well~ oh and I forgot to add in picts of them from the Rave Party. Later la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So on the 3rd day. Woke up sorta tired but nice at 7am. Got ready and went for breakfast buffet with my love. Sorry to the guys who had to go over to camp permai to makan. =P so yea. Me and my love went Kayaking after the breakfast around 10 and kayaked til 11. Got back to room and get ready to check out. &amp;nbsp;After that we head over to the swimming pool to swim and we had alotta fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2t0yUM5SVuI/TayN9N3Q9xI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v9DH2JdMZbM/s1600/pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2t0yUM5SVuI/TayN9N3Q9xI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v9DH2JdMZbM/s320/pool.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So... yea... After that we went to Buntal as suggested by my sweetheart to have dinner together. We wanted them to get the Swak Seafood experience that we both loved so yea... Over to Buntal for seafood! Got there, ordered and waited while sharing about culture and when the 1st dish arrived it was the Belacan Kankong. I explained to them that Belacan was rotten fish and shrimps and they grew weary of it. But when they tried, they loved it. Especially Trevor who just can't stop it with the "oh this is fantastic" sentences XD. Then came the thick corn soup with crab meat. Followed by Butter Prawn, we all loved that~ Then there is the Oyster Omelet/Pizza. Nice and crispy, we all loved that too and finally a while Red Snapper fried and covered with sweet and sour sauce~ It started to rain suddenly so we moved inside. There we ordered 2 more dishes which are the Lala Clams and Deep Fried Squid~ Here are some picts from there~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-K10w7F8k0As/TayNZTt3-4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/yvqfKjHzl4Q/s1600/clams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K10w7F8k0As/TayNZTt3-4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/yvqfKjHzl4Q/s320/clams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4aIM_AeGuY/TayNhfnFLII/AAAAAAAAANI/aGEt60S3pkc/s1600/Dinner+served.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4aIM_AeGuY/TayNhfnFLII/AAAAAAAAANI/aGEt60S3pkc/s320/Dinner+served.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q02Z7iu7nAc/TayNjMBZBZI/AAAAAAAAANM/81nFmL9LMNI/s1600/dinner+time+%2540buntal2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q02Z7iu7nAc/TayNjMBZBZI/AAAAAAAAANM/81nFmL9LMNI/s320/dinner+time+%2540buntal2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_JpUwKhoQw/TaygUsqsCSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WRvu1RZl35s/s1600/208080_1848640289535_1046523774_32050120_7188333_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_JpUwKhoQw/TaygUsqsCSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WRvu1RZl35s/s320/208080_1848640289535_1046523774_32050120_7188333_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bp29Mi3Sjg8/TaygWNZTRPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AcDqcCPuEeY/s1600/216561_1848640929551_1046523774_32050123_6883003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bp29Mi3Sjg8/TaygWNZTRPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AcDqcCPuEeY/s320/216561_1848640929551_1046523774_32050123_6883003_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUFqTdHZ73E/TaygiGLzYeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OzVmrLBCncg/s1600/206892_1848640689545_1046523774_32050121_6844356_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUFqTdHZ73E/TaygiGLzYeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OzVmrLBCncg/s320/206892_1848640689545_1046523774_32050121_6844356_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gosh, gotta love them dishes~ So yea, total damage, RM196.40 only~ Not a bad deal considering the super freshness of the food, the view and the experience that comes with it. Somethings are just priceless =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So~ Now we have completed our weekend trip to Flipflops, I left out some details I hope you forgive me for that and please do come check out picts from our FB profiles if you like. =] Now I wanna intro some new friends~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dilesh aka Dil Tank&lt;/i&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/-AIEcq0WJSA4/TayNdu4gu3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kVKgJpudxtE/s1600/dil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIEcq0WJSA4/TayNdu4gu3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kVKgJpudxtE/s320/dil.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwoKgzYGZwc/TayNenkmAcI/AAAAAAAAANA/gBg6MI3PL3g/s1600/dil2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwoKgzYGZwc/TayNenkmAcI/AAAAAAAAANA/gBg6MI3PL3g/s320/dil2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvOnScGSVe8/TayNf-EOHsI/AAAAAAAAANE/FpyVlhMNTXg/s1600/dil3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvOnScGSVe8/TayNf-EOHsI/AAAAAAAAANE/FpyVlhMNTXg/s320/dil3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, from his picts and the times I've spent with him, this guy is cool, fun and funny XD He looks stoned in the last pict so... yea, he is a party guy~ Tough body, good figure and a MJ hat to stand out so yea. So he is from Kenya... yea... I duno what else to say after that XD Really awesome to have met him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trevor aka Hitam Manis&lt;/i&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/-HLHoaB1Exjc/TayOIL9wqyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rWq-Wv5pNhc/s1600/trev3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLHoaB1Exjc/TayOIL9wqyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rWq-Wv5pNhc/s320/trev3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7tzHCs1AeE/TayOHK6QsXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6evCvik2F2Q/s1600/trev2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7tzHCs1AeE/TayOHK6QsXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6evCvik2F2Q/s320/trev2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOrac6rnGUA/TayOGJd40LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q9ycJSDgp7k/s1600/trev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOrac6rnGUA/TayOGJd40LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q9ycJSDgp7k/s320/trev.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trevor... Hmm... What can I say? He is a really nice guy... and... he can fly(according to the 3rd picture) and he gets sun burns(thats what he said) XD So Trev is a really awesome guy, he is down to earth, funny, good looking and also has a tough body.(I'm so jealous) XD Well, yea... Hitam Manis~ I gave him that one XD He is from Uganda by the way =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ajmal aka A.J&lt;/i&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/-aYU-PS1DpSA/TayNNy_WMAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-iyhDpp-qCg/s1600/aj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYU-PS1DpSA/TayNNy_WMAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-iyhDpp-qCg/s320/aj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdLL_fJox4o/TayNPBH21yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mDf4KGDifwA/s1600/aj2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdLL_fJox4o/TayNPBH21yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mDf4KGDifwA/s320/aj2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8roqHp8rVPI/TayNQJMCjcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vz1MqZj5ogM/s1600/aj3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8roqHp8rVPI/TayNQJMCjcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vz1MqZj5ogM/s320/aj3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hmm... Ajmal is a quiet guy, usually takes picts of the guys and really isn't much talkative so... I tend to mess around with him at times XD the 1st pun intended sentence was "I think Ajmal needs to spread his legs" XD and that was in the car after knowing each other for about... how many minutes? XD I duno... anyways. Don't let his looks fool you... Under that black shirt that he seems to wear for a complete 2 days without changing which really begs the question how come hides maybe... a monstrous... tough.... amazing... 6 PACK! But I duno, thats a maybe for me XD Awesome to have known this guy~ oh yea, he is from Mauritius~ Sounds so nice lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nealdy aka Nick aka TNT aka Needy aka Nerdy XD&lt;/i&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/-C4RcRNteIZc/TayN4_jHvCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6oFyH1jHqjg/s1600/nick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4RcRNteIZc/TayN4_jHvCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6oFyH1jHqjg/s320/nick.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgrUuQ4UKw/TayN6T9PbuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nKtYjLZM9yo/s1600/nick2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXgrUuQ4UKw/TayN6T9PbuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nKtYjLZM9yo/s320/nick2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcJ1xBY0nmQ/TayN7hmYipI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8sI7f7YVIek/s1600/nick3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcJ1xBY0nmQ/TayN7hmYipI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8sI7f7YVIek/s320/nick3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sorry about the intro line XD haha, just wanted to mess with ya~ Anyways, this is Nealdy, he is not a new friend cuz I've known him since PLKN National Service Camp Since Jan 2010~ heres some picts~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtmOKeKtxFA/TaylfDKep4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NSKz46p7CHg/s1600/DSC00620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtmOKeKtxFA/TaylfDKep4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NSKz46p7CHg/s320/DSC00620.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8qm-GNClY4/TaylmaU-UvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1ZVmVA-SIk0/s1600/DSC00008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8qm-GNClY4/TaylmaU-UvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1ZVmVA-SIk0/s320/DSC00008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yea~ those were the times~ anyways, He is an awesome guy~ we kept in touch since then so... yea... its awesome =] Hmm.... can't stop thinking about his 'Bubu' tho XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now I wanna add another special someone of mine in~ =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scarlet Su Ling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGzE9RC_hkQ/TaynA5cYkhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SYMqJo2srZQ/s1600/209122_1986923278952_1419405688_2346611_1513538_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGzE9RC_hkQ/TaynA5cYkhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SYMqJo2srZQ/s320/209122_1986923278952_1419405688_2346611_1513538_o.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_BIELM8HZA/TaynBxBoiuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_6HCWCfZBNk/s1600/216005_1986924318978_1419405688_2346615_521975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_BIELM8HZA/TaynBxBoiuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_6HCWCfZBNk/s320/216005_1986924318978_1419405688_2346615_521975_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRziQATsWk8/TaynC2ZTXiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HDEJTAovq-U/s1600/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRziQATsWk8/TaynC2ZTXiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HDEJTAovq-U/s320/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is my sweetheart, girlfriend, best friend and lover. In my blog I mentioned her once or twice when I had a crush on her last year but she rejected me then. I duno how or why but we got together this year so... I'm happy =] I liked her then but I love her now. Its awesome to know she loves me as much as I love her~ Special thanks to her =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, thats about all I wanna post about the Flipflops beach carnival but before it all ends, enjoy some picts =]&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/-qIM7ZdRVztY/TayNRbiRGlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/caHh17Qm6a4/s1600/beach2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIM7ZdRVztY/TayNRbiRGlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/caHh17Qm6a4/s320/beach2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_atfsGicns/TayNSjC0w_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kCRdHYIWp4/s1600/beach5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_atfsGicns/TayNSjC0w_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/2kCRdHYIWp4/s320/beach5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMR4bvqnd8Y/TayNUBaAHoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xMOlNTHtD6M/s1600/beach6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMR4bvqnd8Y/TayNUBaAHoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xMOlNTHtD6M/s320/beach6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuQoSShH-GY/TayNVe5UmMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JPu5JpSQxhA/s1600/beach9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuQoSShH-GY/TayNVe5UmMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JPu5JpSQxhA/s320/beach9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_xa9qd1LwY/TayNWF71qXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Vt3G_AGp7Yg/s1600/booze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_xa9qd1LwY/TayNWF71qXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Vt3G_AGp7Yg/s320/booze.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beer or Red Bull?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_92gcLSwZbU/TayNa_DSwsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2KLI6g7hNas/s1600/dart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_92gcLSwZbU/TayNa_DSwsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2KLI6g7hNas/s320/dart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna emphasise on the epicness of this pict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzWCjY_Uujw/TayNcI_SJCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PaEYrDto9Q8/s1600/dart1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzWCjY_Uujw/TayNcI_SJCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PaEYrDto9Q8/s320/dart1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one also, looks so epic!&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/-loUDZ5BPqjY/TayNYbzLo8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qBoioeaVoKo/s1600/carnival+area2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loUDZ5BPqjY/TayNYbzLo8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qBoioeaVoKo/s320/carnival+area2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0UiYFexVek/TayNj1oYNsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/C6btiUJ8dr0/s1600/epic+mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0UiYFexVek/TayNj1oYNsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/C6btiUJ8dr0/s320/epic+mirror.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were 'framed' in this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nGqA9oazp0/TayNqLmZeHI/AAAAAAAAANc/nutcmBZsGKU/s1600/group1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nGqA9oazp0/TayNqLmZeHI/AAAAAAAAANc/nutcmBZsGKU/s320/group1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us wanting to punch Nick(mid) from left- Trev, Dil, Nick, A.J, Me and Scarlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_QRTSD-f04/TayNr5WDx5I/AAAAAAAAANg/-yg1-MS9SGA/s1600/group2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_QRTSD-f04/TayNr5WDx5I/AAAAAAAAANg/-yg1-MS9SGA/s320/group2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and here we are again~ good pose~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx_2vp7qPow/TayNu9L3mVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZZol6ThhBZM/s1600/guys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx_2vp7qPow/TayNu9L3mVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZZol6ThhBZM/s320/guys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guys in the pool, I just can't get how Dil manages to swim with specs on =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b033Fz1LT-o/TayNt5K3rNI/AAAAAAAAANk/nkqDIWmELNE/s1600/guys+at+the+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b033Fz1LT-o/TayNt5K3rNI/AAAAAAAAANk/nkqDIWmELNE/s320/guys+at+the+beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The guy with hands up, I'm guessin its Trev... but its just a guess... What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVPT-_8FPMc/TayNvuEt4ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/FaxbLBLiYnQ/s1600/kite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVPT-_8FPMc/TayNvuEt4ZI/AAAAAAAAANs/FaxbLBLiYnQ/s320/kite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;100+ kites all at 1 go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlklcmN-qjY/TayNyqE6quI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uZzaw70cKZo/s1600/me+and+nealdy+punching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlklcmN-qjY/TayNyqE6quI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uZzaw70cKZo/s320/me+and+nealdy+punching.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Twin uppercut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_XtdlDi--0/TayN0q9g96I/AAAAAAAAAN4/tIQGKofWu7w/s1600/Me+and+Nealdy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_XtdlDi--0/TayN0q9g96I/AAAAAAAAAN4/tIQGKofWu7w/s320/Me+and+Nealdy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! We are not gay! =D OMG we look like twins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km2JGNmGd9k/TayN2aLJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6bpLpX9oXX0/s1600/mount.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km2JGNmGd9k/TayN2aLJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6bpLpX9oXX0/s320/mount.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hill or Mountain? I'll let you guys decide =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DQmPGonEPM/TayOJ7z7R9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/HumEhA3cIQ8/s1600/wristbands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DQmPGonEPM/TayOJ7z7R9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/HumEhA3cIQ8/s320/wristbands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Flipflop 4! Excludin me and Scarlet cuz were a pair of Flipflops~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I hope you enjoyed this post, I took 4 hours to write it but I'll have a lifetime for it to remind me of the awesome time, place, experience and people that I've encountered. These are gonna be left in my life like footprints in the sand...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lZQ2YGugBk/TayNoKmXuZI/AAAAAAAAANY/JnFTXpM5eQc/s1600/footprints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lZQ2YGugBk/TayNoKmXuZI/AAAAAAAAANY/JnFTXpM5eQc/s320/footprints.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5798118499955168501-1391299704492639428?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1391299704492639428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/04/flipflops-of-my-life-life-is-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1391299704492639428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1391299704492639428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/04/flipflops-of-my-life-life-is-amazing.html' title='Flipflops of my life... Life is amazing'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6r4lAG5nKk/TayNmCHNyVI/AAAAAAAAANU/KKBIg6OOW6Q/s72-c/Flipflops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-339371632340399439</id><published>2011-03-14T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:37:41.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attracton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manifest'/><title type='text'>We are the Magnets in this Universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are we in this Universe and what are our capabilities? We are actually unlimited beings, the Children of a Creator God and the Center of the Universe. But what does all this mean to us? Well, for todays topic, I would be sharing on US being a UNIVERSAL MAGNET that can ATTRACT all that the we DESIRE into our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NW8aINNTzN8/TX28W6iezHI/AAAAAAAAALc/TPiVWdFduV8/s1600/nib-magnet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NW8aINNTzN8/TX28W6iezHI/AAAAAAAAALc/TPiVWdFduV8/s320/nib-magnet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;irst and foremost to obtain the ability to attract all that you want into your life, you need to go thru these few steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;1)Mild Awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6rw9prsWkn0/TX3Ejx-_aUI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZiuQcoarr9s/s1600/96664main_galaxy_string_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6rw9prsWkn0/TX3Ejx-_aUI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZiuQcoarr9s/s320/96664main_galaxy_string_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-This is where you are aware that you are a part of this universe and that you can ask and desire for what you want and deserve it for your life. In a religious point of view, we are the worshippers(magnet) and we pray(ask) for what we desire(prayer) to our God(Universe) and understand that we are deserving to have our prayers answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;2)Clear Intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y4c-EJcy8BM/TX3EmqT-rKI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZXmEW8VZsNg/s1600/bullseye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y4c-EJcy8BM/TX3EmqT-rKI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZXmEW8VZsNg/s320/bullseye.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-Having clear intentions will be the text message you send to the Universe. You must be sure and specific with what you want to manifest into your life. Be sure that what you want is a contribution to this Universe then it will manifest even faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;3)Positive Mindset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bekNJOh-xdg/TX3End2lQwI/AAAAAAAAALs/990766Zt7bw/s1600/iStock_000011147434XSmall-Positive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bekNJOh-xdg/TX3End2lQwI/AAAAAAAAALs/990766Zt7bw/s320/iStock_000011147434XSmall-Positive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-There is nothing more powerful than being Happy Go Lucky. So you realise the happy get happier, the sad get sadder, the rich get richer and the poor gets poorer? Its a fact that the message you send the the Universe contains your Vibrations(Feelings). There are only 2 Vibes, Good and Bad. When you are sending a Negative Vibe(Bad), you will also get Negative results. That is what the Universe does, the more misery you send the more misery the Universe will reply. Makes sense? Now if you want Positive things to manifest in your life then you should be Positive all the time and send out Positive Vibes(Good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;4)Rituals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FbXweFNms5I/TX3FE2x1knI/AAAAAAAAALw/anDOfYRt3S8/s1600/schedule.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FbXweFNms5I/TX3FE2x1knI/AAAAAAAAALw/anDOfYRt3S8/s320/schedule.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-These rituals refer to habits. Being able to make and keep good habits or rituals is very important to manifest your desires. Like those that pray in time according to habit will be clear with what they want and will have their prayers answered quickly. Its important to be able to keep your thoughts clear and positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;5)Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qbo88xih65Y/TX3EbUcaQVI/AAAAAAAAALg/ajk9PpasDlA/s1600/wallpaper_gratitude_p78de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qbo88xih65Y/TX3EbUcaQVI/AAAAAAAAALg/ajk9PpasDlA/s320/wallpaper_gratitude_p78de.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-It is so very very very very very important to be thankful and grateful once good things do happen. If you can keep your gratitude up, bigger and better things will happen for you all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So now you have read and understand a few very basic steps, all you have to do now is practice~ All the best ya~ Any question just reach out to me at my Facebook~ JasonPui Phyre Rocketeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-339371632340399439?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/339371632340399439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-magnets-in-this-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/339371632340399439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/339371632340399439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-magnets-in-this-universe.html' title='We are the Magnets in this Universe.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NW8aINNTzN8/TX28W6iezHI/AAAAAAAAALc/TPiVWdFduV8/s72-c/nib-magnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1746457968707497284</id><published>2011-01-20T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:00:25.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessed by Music!!</title><content type='html'>There is no other sensation that can compete when you get possessed by music! Damn I love this feeling. Some times I think is way better than orgasm!! Cuz orgasm like, last for a few seconds only XDD. I love the way it feels to loose all the sound of the world and just sink and float and burn and break to so many different songs that could mean nothing but says anything and everything that can't be said by people alone. Damn it! I'm happy, sad, broken, complete and and and.... I miss her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-1746457968707497284?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1746457968707497284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/possessed-by-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1746457968707497284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1746457968707497284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/possessed-by-music.html' title='Possessed by Music!!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8655395984437542913</id><published>2011-01-07T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:16:14.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda random....'/><title type='text'>Ever changing~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello readers~ I just want to share with you all today that we are ever changing. Even if we don't feel like it. Time would just keep changing you by the second. Your cells would change, your mind would change, your heart would change and and and.... you get the point. What ever it is that changes, be it for the good or for the bad. Will be the stepping stones to your future. SO! Happy growing! Thats all~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8655395984437542913?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8655395984437542913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/ever-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8655395984437542913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8655395984437542913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/ever-changing.html' title='Ever changing~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4251129606908772261</id><published>2011-01-02T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:57:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I made a mistake in the relationship or is she the wrong person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be honest with all of you... I don't like to be in the position I'm in and I would just like to share my views on it... Honestly, this is the 1st relationship so far that I truly cherish and wanna continue in. I really pour my heart and soul into building this relationship with her. But she seems as if I did nothing and wished to discontinue our relationship. Her reason being she can't like a person for more than a week and some other stuff... Altho that being said, I still love her... Damn stupid and stubborn of me huh? lol I just love her and its that simple... I'm just gonna leave my blog like this for now, I just wanna commemorate the position I'm in now... just that simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4251129606908772261?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4251129606908772261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-i-made-mistake-in-relationship-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4251129606908772261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4251129606908772261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-i-made-mistake-in-relationship-or.html' title='Did I made a mistake in the relationship or is she the wrong person?'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7544800838682313577</id><published>2010-12-20T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:36:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Love languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello readers~ Today I wanna share with you very briefly the 5 ways to express love and to feel loved. This 5 ways is universal and can be applied for your use and understanding. So enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ921o3x4fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yLyELd4bdPY/s1600/1to14-Hearts5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ921o3x4fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yLyELd4bdPY/s320/1to14-Hearts5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552787529447629298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st we have the expression of Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ93Y1dAghI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f0V88U9BT_Y/s1600/TouchingHands-300x181_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ93Y1dAghI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f0V88U9BT_Y/s320/TouchingHands-300x181_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552788134120423954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch as in sexual and non sexual touches. A touch can be holding hands, a pat on the back, ruffling of hair or a soft nudge. A touch can represent a closeness in a relationship or a warm friendliness. Touching can bring people closer to each other for it translates a sense of "I'm here with you". For women especially a light non sexual touch would be great in increasing closeness in a relationship. For men, you guys know very well =] For me, I love it when my sweetheart put her hands on my head and messes up my hair~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd we have the expression of Gifts~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922hq-4xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EImC7TodDj0/s1600/pick-perfect-valentines-gift-800X800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922hq-4xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EImC7TodDj0/s320/pick-perfect-valentines-gift-800X800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552787544694776594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts be it bought or made are to some people an important form of expressing love. Have you ever met a person who went to find out what you liked the most and went to buy the most expensive and most special and with your favorite color most sweetest gift for you and you are like thank you and put it in your drawer. Then the person says "you don't love me?" To some people or cultures a gift can express a great form of expressing love. For me, I love buying things for my sweetheart and I get very excited and overjoyed when she gave me a card she made herself with beautiful words written in them =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd we have the expression of Acts of service~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922A6f-UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OT-0ob9xPDs/s1600/film-i-am-love-cooking-590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922A6f-UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OT-0ob9xPDs/s320/film-i-am-love-cooking-590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552787535901489474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts of service is helping out with something that needs to be done by that person. Its something you do and not expect to be paid. Like for example, help with buying something, cooking dinner, cleaning the house, fixing a chair or help with an online game like Happy Pets =] For me, I like to help her anytime she would need it, even if she doesn't tell me. Sometimes I make her agitated by being too concerned for her. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th we have the expression of Words of Affirmation~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ9210WXxyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BY2JpuOqKsE/s1600/anniversary-chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ9210WXxyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BY2JpuOqKsE/s320/anniversary-chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552787532528731938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of affirmation is going deep deep into someone's heart and telling them the things that they wanna hear. Not only compliments or sweet talking. But words that really can say to them that you truly understand them. For this, you require alot of understanding of that person. For me, I'm still not too well verse in this act of love giving. You can ask my sweetheart, she sometimes get agitated at what I say xD lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th we have the expression of Quality time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922Uzmj5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2qV9-onxdOc/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ922Uzmj5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/2qV9-onxdOc/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552787541241270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending quality time with a person to bond and connect with that person is very important.  When it comes to this, you have to unplug, disconnect and remove all distractions and just be with that person talking about non sense and just spend time purely with him/her. For me, I would love to just snuggle with my sweetheart in a warm and comfy sofa alone with no tv, no phone, no distractions at all and just look at her and ask her 100 times the same questions~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly be amazing in your life, you have to master and be well versed in all 5 of these languages =] You gotta know how to give the person a loving touch accept a loving touch without being confused a friendly touch a loving one. You also have to learn to appreciate a gift someone gives you and also appreciate the person you are gonna give a gift with most sincerity. Giving an act of service is also important and you should know how to limit the personal space and don't over do it. Using words of affirmation is also very important and must be used correctly. And also, the quality time to bond with =]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has one thing that they find more important than others. Which do you find is the best way to show how you love someone? and which do you want to be shown love with? Rate it from 1 to 5~&lt;br /&gt;For me is--- 1)Touch 2)Quality time 3)Gifts 4)Words of affirmation 5)Acts of service&lt;br /&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/5798118499955168501-7544800838682313577?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7544800838682313577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-love-languages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7544800838682313577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7544800838682313577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-love-languages.html' title='The 5 Love languages'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ921o3x4fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yLyELd4bdPY/s72-c/1to14-Hearts5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4844785106179517371</id><published>2010-12-20T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:31:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding love and attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey~ Thank you  reading my blog. Today I'm going to share about something very very  special for everyone of you =] This I believe is going to greatly  benefit in your love life and/or in your current relationship with a  partner of yours. So to all the ladies and men reading this~ Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today I would be sharing about how to look into love and how you can  create a wonderful love life for you and for your lover as well. This  wisdom is universal and I gathered this from many different backgrounds  of understanding. You know that love makes the world go round. Its a  fact really and this fact is crucial when it comes to understanding how  you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;going to create that wonderful love life that you are going to  live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wRt-chlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ulbAqhFLDco/s1600/81998-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wRt-chlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ulbAqhFLDco/s320/81998-bigthumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428471551821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets start by looking at the source of the one true love. No it does not  start from someone who you admire or have a crush on or like. Its the  person closest to you... its you yourself... Have you ever been rejected  by a person or someone left you in a relationship or you have left  someone in a relationship? Do you feel the hurt and pain or the sadness  in that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;moments? If not then you haven't truly let anyone in yet. If you  are not in the love life of your desires then that means you still have  fear of getting hurt or hurting someone else in you. You have to learn  to let go of this fear to truly enjoy a great love life. I'm sure to  most of you that has been hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before, you have created in yourself a  'limiting belief'. The belief that maybe you are not pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enough, not  handsome enough, not rich enough or not smart enough to be in a good  relationship. So lets look at what a belief is. A belief is simply a  thought that you have decided to be true and this belief creates your  reality. To keep a belief alive, you feed it with evidence. You will go  out and find those evidence to prove a belief. So you delete, distort,  generalize and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;make things up to prove its existence. If you believe  that you are not in a good relationship cuz of your body then you'll  find every individual on this planet to prove that fact. You would say  things like "look at that person there, he is dating her cuz she's  pretty or look there, she is dating him cuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he is rich" and so you were  creating your own reality. Do you agree? Snap your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fingers if you do.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be that way though. . . How you see yourself is soooo  IMPORTANT to how others see you. Its important that we learn to teach  people how to look at us or better yet, teach them how to desire us. =]  But if you don't find yourself desirable, who is going to desire you???&lt;br /&gt;So 1st off is understanding oneself and learning to love oneself 1st =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSW8ZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Er3ubro__eM/s1600/loveyourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSW8ZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Er3ubro__eM/s320/loveyourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428482549082226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next part I will share with you on Good Looking VS Attractive =]&lt;br /&gt;Good looking is all about structure. The face, the body, the cars, the  clothes and the make up. All of these are only cultural though. What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good looking depends on the time period, the country, the culture and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes even the religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4yqRfpw3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3KMlUL90bZw/s1600/black_chidor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4yqRfpw3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3KMlUL90bZw/s320/black_chidor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552431092426457970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4yqnhLnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_PH3c8NCkM0/s1600/men-s-50-s-60-s-70-s-costumes-66-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4yqnhLnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_PH3c8NCkM0/s320/men-s-50-s-60-s-70-s-costumes-66-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552431098338451202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So its not universal. There are alot of  factors that do affect what the body decides as good looking. But good  looking is not enough. Ok, let me just ask. Have you ever talked to a  person who was good looking at 1st and after a few minutes you go "OMG  this person is ugly". ever happened to you?? If yes snap your fingers.  Then, have you ever talked to a person who was ugly by society standards  but after a few minutes you go "oh I wanna be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you" ever had that??  Snap your fingers if you do. You see, Attractiveness is an energy~ Note  that down and remember that. Good looking is only a structure. Have you  ever met someone you had many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things in common and there were sparks  and light bulbs and at that moment you think to yourself "you are the  one"?? Snap if you do. At that moment, something insane happens. Its  either you are right or you are wrong. At most times I think I'm right  xD but it might not happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;So after researching on what men and women really want from each other,  what causes sexual chemistry and what causes the feeling oh "oh I wanna  spend more time with you". I've come across alot of interesting facts  that I'm going to share with you here in this post. To readers w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ho are  single, sorta in a relationship or in a relationship. This is going to  greatly benefit you. And so. . . Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Attraction is not a one  time thing. Its not a bait to get someone to fall in love with you and  thats it. Attraction is a continuing process cuz guess what? People can  fall out of love with you and you also fall out of love with them. Now I  need you to understand that you are exactly where you need to be  whether single, in a bad relationship or in a good relationship. This is  going to be very helpful for you and for singles, this might be your  turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; point. So, keep an open mind and remember, we are just trying on  new shoes here. If it fits take them home, if not them leave them here.  =]&lt;br /&gt;Ok, note that all human beings have 2 types of energies. The Masculine  and the Feminine energy. Have you ever looked at a picture of your  ex-lover and think to yourself "hey, he/she is not as attractive looking  as before... is there something wrong with this picture or something"  snap if you did. Well, when you have that attraction energy towards  them. You saw them different from than their structure. Now you can just  forget all about those pick up lines, or those hook up tactics that you  have learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from the T.V and all the feelings of insecurity about  yourself. Cuz true attraction comes from yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now comes the spicy part. . . What does Men find attractive in a women and what do Women find attractive in men~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSJMDmyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGGWDnMr5sU/s1600/male-toilet-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSJMDmyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/oGGWDnMr5sU/s320/male-toilet-sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428478856665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets start off with what Men find attractive then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men find attractive in women 2 things universally which are&lt;br /&gt;1)Compassion...&lt;br /&gt;A man finds compassion or the compassionate nature of women attractive  when he starts to mature. If a man is not attracted to compassionate  nature of women means that he is still a prince and not yet a king. A  prince just runs around doesn't want any responsibility just fun. But  don't put down a prince cuz there are also princesses too. Theres  nothing wrong being a prince. Its just that the prince gets different  opportunities than the king. By being a prince there is more freedom,  but alot less control and alot less power. But when a man graduates and  becomes a king who realizes that there is something more important than a  woman's body. Snap if you agree. They find compassion important because  it means a couple of things. 1st, it means they will make good mothers.  But not all mothering are for babies. The mothering of a man's ideas,  project or business. If we don't find compassion in a woman then we will  just look at them as another dude, guy friend or buddy. We don't wanna  open up and share the side of us that we don't show to our buddies. We  don't wanna be emotional around you. Cuz when a man knows he is taking  on the world and he can come home and come up to you and get love for no  reason and that he needs to give nothing for your love... thats  compassion.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd one is more to what the prince in us men love which is Adventure~&lt;br /&gt;2)Adventure...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm going to be blunt here. When a women shows that she not  adventurous, it means to a man that she is not going to be good in bed  or she is not going to put out or she is not going to try the dirty  naughty things for pleasure and fun. Think about it, when you don't put  out your adventurous side. Men are going to think "you are nice and soft  and compassionate and all, but I have a biological mother so I'm outta  here" But if you have too much adventure then men will go "OMG you're  awesome! But... are you doing this with other guys??" so, too much  adventure is fun and all, but when we wanna open up our hearts and the  compassion is not there. You're just another party girl to have fun with  and not get into a serious loving relationship. Girls get trapped in  this situation where they are either the party girl or the mother... and  they gotta be both, or a man would not wanna spend the rest of his life  with her. Snap your fingers if you agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wR_COPvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VA7ujjMyWRU/s1600/female%2Btoilet%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wR_COPvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VA7ujjMyWRU/s320/female%2Btoilet%2Bsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428476131065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now, what do Women find attractive in a man.&lt;br /&gt;There are also 2 things a man must have and they both have to  beautifully balanced like women which are compassion and adventure. So  they are. .&lt;br /&gt;1)Confidence...&lt;br /&gt;Let me just do a short comparison of confidence and arrogance. Arrogance  is all about proving everything. Confidence is all about improving  everything. The more a man improves himself, the more confident he  becomes. Snap your fingers if you agree. I have nothing to prove and  everything to improve on. That makes me free from all judgement. Judge  all you want about me cuz I have nothing to prove~ and I know its your  own stuff anyways. Confidence is about being in your own skin and loving  it. You're happy to be in it and won't wanna trade it. Its all about  knowing that you don't have to take or degrade anything or anyone to  feel that you are enough. Confidence is attractive to a woman because no  matter how tough a shell a woman tries to put on, she just wants to  curl up in her man's arms. Snap your fingers if you agree. This might  sound sexist but I'm ok with that cuz its not. Metaphorically, in a  relationship a man is a tree, rooted steadily on to the ground and the  woman is suppose to be the wind. Moving around, blowing the leaves,  changing their minds, changing their oufits, their ideas and they are  soo creative. Guys! Thats what they are SUPPOSE to do! haha~ So, when a  woman comes to you freaking out, DON'T freak out with them! Thats what  their girlfriends are for! to freak out in a group! all you need to do  is to stay collected, cool, relaxed, steady and say "there there, now  what can I do to make you feel more secure? I'm here for you" When you  can create an energy of "nothing bad is going to happen to you and I'm  here for you" a girl will fall madly in love. Snap your fingers if you  agree. Confidence is all about being rooted and ever present. It also  needs to be balanced with another component to keep the woman next to  you attracted. and this component is. . .&lt;br /&gt;2)Sense of humor~&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important to make a girl laugh??? its cuz women, you all  hold on to tension. You all are like little stress buttons building up  and when you need to release it, you need to laugh. Laughter releases  stress as shown in studies. Do take note that the laughter must come  from a positive space. Many people think the only way to be funny is to  put someone down or to degrade someone and thats not good. Also bare in  mind that it is also very important like that of the women that you have  the balance of confidence and sense of humor. If too much confidence  then you are just a rock. Too much humor then you are the clown. You  can't always be the cold one or always be the one with all the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Agree please snap your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times men and women do the wrong things repeatedly because they do  not come across information that I'm sharing with you in this post.  Attraction is an energy and it has to be balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSD5SmvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uUf_83RKJyk/s1600/YinYang1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wSD5SmvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uUf_83RKJyk/s320/YinYang1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428477435779826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next post I would share  about the KILLER of attraction and the  BUILDER of attraction. Till then, for any questions please leave it at  my Facebook =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jason.pui1"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/jason.pui1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4844785106179517371?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4844785106179517371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/understanding-love-and-attractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4844785106179517371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4844785106179517371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/understanding-love-and-attractions.html' title='Understanding love and attractions'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQ4wRt-chlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ulbAqhFLDco/s72-c/81998-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-9069173016290908670</id><published>2010-12-16T13:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:05:59.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Returning to life. Are you happy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr4j_MzFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qo3hdkHVdrs/s1600/time-warp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr4j_MzFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qo3hdkHVdrs/s320/time-warp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551157003932191826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times it seems as if the world is leaving you behind or you are leaving the world behind. Sometimes it seems like you move faster or slower than usual. There are also times when you feel like you are so in tuned with the world. It seems like time is actually working with you and moving along side you. Everything you do feels like a breeze. But thats only once in a while. Have you ever felt like the world is moving so slow when you do nothing?? Have you ever felt like the world is moving so fast when you are busy doing things?? Have you ever felt like everything is alrite when you do exactly the right things at the right time?? Well. . . I do to. . . and thats normal =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post I would be sharing on the happiness set point =]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr5XiheCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JPPCHqo8-80/s1600/petrol_gauge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr5XiheCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JPPCHqo8-80/s320/petrol_gauge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551157017770555426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats is the "happiness set point"??? --- Well, basically... the happiness set point is your natural level of happiness =] Research has been done and they have concluded that a person has a fixed happiness level in their personal being. Lets take for example. 2 persons with different situations and events that happened in their lives. 1st is the person who won a prize over 1 Million Dollars! You would think this person would be happy for the rest of his life rite?? But the truth is according to research, after a short one year his happiness would be back to exactly the same happiness set point before he won the 1 Million Dollars. 2nd is the person who got into a car accident and loses his legs. Also the same, this person got depressed the 1st year and returned to his original happiness set point later on in life. You can see how the evidence shows the existence of the happiness set point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr46jdnKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KjbuYqi8ars/s1600/happiness-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr46jdnKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KjbuYqi8ars/s320/happiness-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551157009989868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let look back to you~ Remember when you got your 1st cool phone or gadget? That sparkling new ring or that shiny new car? Or those new pair of shoes or maybe when you have fallen in love? At the very moment you got those things don't you feel awesome?? You felt delighted and happy correct?? But look at what happens a week or a month from that day?? The cool phone don't look so cool anymore. The shiny car ain't so shiny. The pair of shoes ain't so new. and the perfect lover ain't so perfect. You fall back directly to the same happiness level as you had before you got those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this clicking? Do you feel this having anything to do with your life? If so, take some time to think about it =] For happiness to really flow in you. You need to learn about flow =] I'll share more of that later on request~ To seek me just very simply visit me at my Facebook by clicking on this link here &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jason.pui1"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/jason.pui1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-9069173016290908670?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/9069173016290908670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/returning-to-life-are-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/9069173016290908670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/9069173016290908670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/returning-to-life-are-you-happy.html' title='Returning to life. Are you happy??'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TQmr4j_MzFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qo3hdkHVdrs/s72-c/time-warp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-2397388144859044899</id><published>2010-12-02T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:40:54.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog blog blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After soooo long without blogging about my life and hows its been, I feel kinda bad leaving my blog to rot like this. So I figure I'll come back and blog for a while. Well. . . Recently in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a found a lover to die for. She is none other than my beautiful sweetheart~ I've been busy writing poems for her and giving her most of my attention. She appreciates it and seems to stop me from spoiling her XD~ She is one awesome girl =] and I'm proud and overjoyed to have her as my lover =] I'd like to show you her picture but not for now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just last nite. Me and a few of my friends went out to have fun. Lets see now, Teo Chung Wei, Daryl Lim and Jeremy Lim. yea, the 4 of us went out to have fun last nite. 1st we went to~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpbaczEtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPLjwaSQDsY/s1600/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpbaczEtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPLjwaSQDsY/s320/bible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545876648319193810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, 1st of, we went to Blessed Church cuz I wanna go thru the Baptismal class. Good thing they went cuz they recieved alot of knowledge and a message that night. Then we went to~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpbnEe_pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jfxq7auwwmA/s1600/pizza_hut_cheesy_extreme_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpbnEe_pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jfxq7auwwmA/s320/pizza_hut_cheesy_extreme_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545876651706875538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza hut to have the cheesy 6 pizza~~~ Then I send Daryl and Jeremy home and took my siblngs and Chung Wei to get some supper for my dad and family. lalala then send siblings home then have a sleep over at Chung Wei's. A depiction of his house would be like~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpcFwmjEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SVvY0EN60Uo/s1600/a-messy-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpcFwmjEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SVvY0EN60Uo/s320/a-messy-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545876659944983618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, I know. Its quite a mess, but at least it was nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpcUws0sI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uTcvwj5UcEA/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpcUws0sI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uTcvwj5UcEA/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545876663971926722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then we went home all happy with a smile like this lil kitty =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I miss my blog too~ xD&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/5798118499955168501-2397388144859044899?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2397388144859044899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-blog-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2397388144859044899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2397388144859044899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-blog-blog.html' title='Blog blog blog'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TPbpbaczEtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPLjwaSQDsY/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1867240381155162101</id><published>2010-11-17T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:00:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red eyed wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TOPgBDKNAVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DP4BchQTmiw/s1600/Wolf01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TOPgBDKNAVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DP4BchQTmiw/s320/Wolf01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540518275228434770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As the night grows still&lt;br /&gt;I prowl soft and silent&lt;br /&gt;ready for the kill&lt;br /&gt;your death is imminent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move within the shadows&lt;br /&gt;shiver as your hope dies&lt;br /&gt;the moon lights on your grave&lt;br /&gt;and finally meet our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run! Run from your fate&lt;br /&gt;Howl~ its far too late&lt;br /&gt;escape you shall not in this cold night&lt;br /&gt;only the moon light gives you sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell you my prey&lt;br /&gt;darkness is as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;before your death you shall behold&lt;br /&gt;my red eyes pierce through your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;As I devour you my prey&lt;br /&gt;You become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;as we are a part of this Earth&lt;br /&gt;and from it we were given birth&lt;br /&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/5798118499955168501-1867240381155162101?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1867240381155162101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-eyed-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1867240381155162101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1867240381155162101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-eyed-wolf.html' title='Red eyed wolf'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TOPgBDKNAVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DP4BchQTmiw/s72-c/Wolf01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-6573164114100201641</id><published>2010-11-16T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:15:51.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired by her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t feel this is good enough'/><title type='text'>Why? Reflection. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I still remember, all the pain and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, when it rained without a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of my room was my home&lt;br /&gt;The sound of music kept me from being alone&lt;br /&gt;I needed no one, I'm fine with being alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hide in the corner, until my life was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Silent was the moment of despair&lt;br /&gt;then the sudden bursting scream of anguish&lt;br /&gt;the rage and pain can be contained no longer&lt;br /&gt;and away with all my life's wish&lt;br /&gt;A broken child hidden from the world&lt;br /&gt;wandering the path of life aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;taking any chance to inflict pain&lt;br /&gt;the sweet taste of pain. . . its ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Born out of a mistake&lt;br /&gt;given a life of unending satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;never never never enough&lt;br /&gt;like the abyss I'm falling in&lt;br /&gt;no escape, there is no shortcut&lt;br /&gt;except death. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so. . . "death, I give you my hand&lt;br /&gt;take me away, I'm done here"&lt;br /&gt;But no. NO! The world will not allow me to leave!&lt;br /&gt;Why? why did you call me? why me?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die! Let me die!!! But no. . .&lt;br /&gt;no. . . Not yet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you've seen Death eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Life is no more an obstacle&lt;br /&gt;Back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;The world is now mine&lt;br /&gt;I will not listen anymore&lt;br /&gt;I will not care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Fear is obsolete&lt;br /&gt;You are all obsolete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Holding on to life by the neck&lt;br /&gt;choking all that I deserve out of it&lt;br /&gt;Return to me what is rightfully mine!&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on after my suffering&lt;br /&gt;Until the day He found me&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my shell&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, I don't feel pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;For what do you call me back?&lt;br /&gt;He simply says:"I'll comfort you"&lt;br /&gt;years. . . years of pain and suffering. . .&lt;br /&gt;years of contained anger and frustration&lt;br /&gt;years of torment and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;years of denial and rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Became tears and a blood curdling scream erupted from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freedom at last&lt;br /&gt;Free from the pain&lt;br /&gt;free from the chain&lt;br /&gt;My life starts again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior saved me&lt;br /&gt;The Savior had something for me&lt;br /&gt;I had something I need to do&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to see it through&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful savior&lt;br /&gt;Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;to have blessed so many others&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a heart&lt;br /&gt;A new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still human&lt;br /&gt;with painful memories&lt;br /&gt;and when I forget Him&lt;br /&gt;I remember these memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;You who reflect me&lt;br /&gt;You who caused me feel pain again&lt;br /&gt;You who brought me back to Him&lt;br /&gt;You who feel what I feel&lt;br /&gt;You who wish to understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is a God of Miracles&lt;br /&gt;I believe!&lt;br /&gt;I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5798118499955168501-6573164114100201641?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6573164114100201641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6573164114100201641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6573164114100201641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-reflection.html' title='Why? Reflection. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4780383896828333980</id><published>2010-11-13T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:36:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour sounds of salutations.</title><content type='html'>I see that I have indeed lost for I heard no sounds and see no sight of my victory. This fall is short and I am not at all moved. I succeeded in a sense but defeated in another. I succeeded to uncover and expose which was unheard. But I failed to gain what I have desired. So I could say. I'm quite balanced and still at the usual happiness set point. Plus, I got some amusement from toying with a funny brat who think he's all that. Serves him right if he suffers. But I pray that he doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4780383896828333980?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4780383896828333980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/sour-sounds-of-salutations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4780383896828333980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4780383896828333980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/sour-sounds-of-salutations.html' title='Sour sounds of salutations.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-481161234532295806</id><published>2010-11-11T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:24:46.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is not always fair'/><title type='text'>Injustice is served.</title><content type='html'>Some times in life. You don't always get what you want. Some times the people, the circumstances, the situations don't play by your side. But its ok. Its just a small pebble stepped on by our sensitive lil feet. The lil irritation and frustration that bothers us now will be nothing 10 years from now. Did you ever see it that way? That when you are looking back 10 or 5 or a year from now it won't matter anymore? Well. . . I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see guys, I'm hurt, disappointed and frustrated right now. Let me share with you why. Heres a short story of the cause of my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with a lil look at the beginning. So there I was, freshman in college. New but as ambitious as ever. I was actively outspoken and open in class. You could say I drew alotta attention. So one day I was asked to join in the Young Entrepreneur Club in college by one of my dear lecturers. I was very enthusiastic about it. So I decided to join. The 1st meeting which determines the positions of the committee members was held. I could not attend for I was attending the Law of Attraction Seminar. So they decided that the a lady by the name Princess would be the President for she volunteered. So I took my post as committee pretty seriously. . . As time goes by, it is transparent that Princess is not suitable to be President of the Club. For she did not take up and fulfill the responsibility as the President. I was the one who arrange for meetings, I was the one who made the calls, I was the one who confirmed things with the lecturer in charge. Even though I was only a committee member, I had passion and enthusiasm for the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while, we have the 1st REAL meeting for our college Prom night. I volunteered as MC and so did Princess. So on the 1st meeting we agreed. After awhile, my friend contacted my through Facebook just to ask me "why did you not attend the 2nd meeting?". I asked "what second meeting?". . . To my surprise and disappointment. I was not called to the 2nd meeting. I also got news that they changed the me with another guy by the name of Prince to be MC. So I just gave up on it and forget about the whole situation. Many weeks past until the week before the Prom night that would be held on the coming Saturday. On Tuesday, I got a call from the Organizing Chairman asking me for help.&lt;br /&gt;He asks me if I would like to be MC.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally surprised and confused I asked "why?".&lt;br /&gt;He says "I need you to be MC, can you help me out? If yes can you write a script for me when I send you the run down procedures through email?".&lt;br /&gt;I said "yes".&lt;br /&gt;He said "good, I will send it to you 1st thing in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Wednesday. With my tight work schedule, I could squeeze in some time to write a nice script within an hour. I sent it to him and he says "good, can you come for rehearsal tomorrow afternooon 2-4pm at college where we can discuss more and modify the script abit?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "sure, no problem"&lt;br /&gt;He said "thank you very much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a Thrusday. I went there. Met up with The Organizing Chairman and we discussed. But there seems to be a problem. Prince and Princess, was given initially 2 weeks to prepare a script as MCs but they have not. They keep giving reasons and excuses of which they believe validates their inability to come up with a script on time. After a few moments to clear up, the organizing chairman asked me to talk it through with the General Manager to determine who would be the MC for the night. Before the discussion with the GM. Princess and Prince and I discussed 1st. They planned on buying my script from me, but I refused. After that, we then met with GM. The discussion was getting more and more confusing for the GM. The discussion ended by the GM with Prince and Princess left to be the original MC and given a second chance to write their own script. They at 1st said they wanted to give them my script and give me a token of appreciation. I did not want that. That is not what I desired. So I declined all other offers and take off with a defeat. But I haven't stop there. I talked to the Organizing Chairman after the discussion. I told him this "Let them write their script, then ask them to demo on Friday. If they fail to perform with satisfaction, let me know. I'll still willing to help."&lt;br /&gt;He said "ok. I will. thank you and sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prom Night is this coming Saturday, do you think they can make it? or do you think they will call me back? Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-481161234532295806?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/481161234532295806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/injustice-is-served.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/481161234532295806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/481161234532295806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/11/injustice-is-served.html' title='Injustice is served.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-2227388311354073085</id><published>2010-10-13T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:54:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in yourself and love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't tell you guys enough. You guys are so full of potential, so full of power, so full of life and I love you guys. But you have to realise that in yourself. I can't blame you guys cuz its not your fault. You guys have been badly programmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLVqmZVEa6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lVv8b7Nq-cg/s320/Bad+programming.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527441325533981602" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLVqmm8-b5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/epRWstZVgMc/s320/social-media-bandwagon.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527441329191022482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As you can see from the picture above. The top is a computer programming script and the bottom is a band wagon for social media. I want to show you guys what is keeping you guys from dreaming big and believing in that dream that you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well for starters, there is the bad programming. Our minds are super computers that are almost like the computers that we program ourselves. We learn and act in patterns don't you agree? When there is water boiling, we know it is hot. So we don't touch it. We start walking with one foot not two and we chew before we swallow. We have programmings in our minds that we follow on a day to day basis. But we also add in more from the surrounding people and information from the media. When I say media it involves TV, Newspaper, Radio, Facebook, Magazines and etc.(you know the rest) Parents, gaurdians, teachers, government and celebrities play a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; role in the belief system. But as you can see, not all parents can show their children the right way of belief because they are also badly programmed by the government and media. Basically, everyone is trapped in this belief system. But 1% of the people on the world and 5% of those who succeed in life and live amazingly awesome lives break free from their limiting believes. The rest of the world just lives at awe at what the 1% and 5% few have accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is no secret to their success. They just do what they have to do. The key is that they realise their potential. When you hear any successful band or music artist or a celeb talk about their life and their road to success, they will mention that they believed in themselves and they have people to support them by believing in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Your internal belief system can either make or break you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to show you today that you have to see the realisation of a belief. A believe is so powerful that it can make something awesome out of nothing. Airplanes and the light bulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLVx60flFJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cKbRgb36KYU/s320/airplanes.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527449373004600466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLVx7G4wMaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tK-osZZdSbI/s320/light+bulb.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527449377942024610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the manifestation of a thought/belief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you know what is limiting you from your own potential? Take a long hard look at the lives of others and see which you reflect and which you wanna be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need any help just let me know @ Facebook group Unlimited Dreams~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-2227388311354073085?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2227388311354073085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/believe-in-yourself-and-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2227388311354073085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2227388311354073085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/believe-in-yourself-and-love-it.html' title='Believe in yourself and love it!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLVqmZVEa6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lVv8b7Nq-cg/s72-c/Bad+programming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-303403002208843506</id><published>2010-10-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:22:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The young woman on the hospital bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do you understand life? Why do you do what you do? Why do you say what you say? Do you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                             &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLQtxkjz_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Sh2AHrVSTjc/s320/hospital01.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527092972341165458" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today, I went to The General Hospital to visit my aunt's mother. Just the thought of going to the hospital makes me giddy with a smile. I loved to visit the hospital and still do. You see, the hospital to me is. . .  a place full of life. When I express life, it represents the big picture of life. The birth of a child, death of a person. The tears of sorrow, the tears of joy. The sounds of mourning, the sound of cries, the sound of excitement, the sound of anguish, the sound of machines, the sounds of gasses, the sound of people running, the sound of people screaming, the sound of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; fear/hope. The sound alone would fill your mind with thoughts. I loved it. I love the sounds. Then there is the smell. The smell of glycol in the air. The sight of people lying in beds and people standing, walking, running around. Then there is the feeling of calmness around me. For me is calmness and inspiration. For anyone else. I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life is short. Life is limited. Life is full of joy. Life is full of sorrow. Life is music. Life is soul. Life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;religion. Life is passion. Life is love. Life is fitness. Life is honour. Life is family. Life is fill in the blank. Many different people look at life in many different way. Some could be as non sensical as dolls or collectables. Some as profound as the meaning of life or the truth. But when it comes to life. It is in general that life is full of mystery and discoveries. It can be complex or simple depending on the way some people see it. But generally, life is all about learning, discovery, growth and fullfillment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today I saw a young woman lying on the hospital bed. She looks beautiful. Her facial structure is very attractive. But, she lies there, staring away into space without blinking. Hooked onto a machine that monitors her body; a beautiful shell that should be containing a soul and spirit so beautiful to match her physical structure, now left empty. I looked at her and thoughts filled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my head. Questions kept appearing. I was silenced by the questions and was looking for answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;within myself. Seeking for the correct answers but I cannot find. For there is no wrong and theres no right. I could not understand my own thoughts for a second there. Then it hit me. Life is. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So after the visit to the hospital. I had another different experience. In the hospital where I was inspired by life. I am now sitting here, in the middle of tHe Spring Mall. I listened to music, sounds of people talking, sounds of people walking, sounds of joy and laughter, an occasional h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;igh pitched scream from a child and just now, I child crying in frustration. I was with a group of girls,  Flor, Shell and Ena the birthday girl. As I sat there and as they talked. I was observing every single word, pitch, movement, tone, facial reaction and eye movement. There I realised that life is. . . I hear as they talk of other people, opinions of their own, clothing, appearances, careers, interests, grades, trips, fun and their own expressions. Reflecting life as it rides along the fabric of time. Life is meant to grow every moment. Thats the generalization of all life. It is meant to grow. If we do not grow in body, mind, spirit, soul, expression and fullfillment. We would surely perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The colour that our life is coloured in, the melody that plays to the strings of our life. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sweetness of the scent of brilliance that our life radiates, the warm fuzzy feelings of love and joy, the taste of the richest wine couldn't compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLRYFEm25hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WiF6GfMlJws/s320/girls_shopping.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527139486849754642" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLRaQMDnpgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p-vKxDS0mEA/s320/sadness.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527141876851254786" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The darkness that traps us from sight, the white noise that drains the minds, the bitterness of the hurt and destroyed. The cold chill that runs thru our veins, the foul stench that contaminates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now as you see yourself. Now as you see others. Now as you realise. Life is fill in the blanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5798118499955168501-303403002208843506?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/303403002208843506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/young-woman-on-hospital-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/303403002208843506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/303403002208843506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/young-woman-on-hospital-bed.html' title='The young woman on the hospital bed.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLQtxkjz_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Sh2AHrVSTjc/s72-c/hospital01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7960124977915618675</id><published>2010-10-11T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:45:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We don't dream no more" says society. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where are you o people of power? Where are you visionaries and dreamers? Where are you people of passion and drive? Where are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                           &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLLtb4u9CrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gcf_Ml_rA_g/s320/lost+souls.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526740756078594738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something wrong in our surrounding! Why? We are suppose to be strong! We are all suppose to be great! We are all suppose to live dreams of our fore fathers and ourselves! But look at what happened to us. After the age of industrialism. Many of us, fade into the multitudes. We were once so powerful, able to create life with the mere thought of our minds. But now, even the thought of dreaming the impossilble scares us to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who did this to us? Who kept us locked in our box? Who limited our power of creativity, expression and potential? Do you know who the culprit is? It is what we call the system of our society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albert Einstien once said- "We are all born geniuses, but because we were given the wrong education, we became fools". Think for a second. When we are young, we could believe anything; especially ourselves. But as we grow older, we get restricted by our parents/teachers/media/society to climb back up to go that one more mile. We fall, but like a child, when he falls, what does he do? He crawls right back up and run towards what he was aiming for! What he wants! He gets! We are now silenced by society, we are programmed to believe that we should just live our lives simply just like that. If we have something to say, better keep it down or keep to ourselves. Unlike a child, if he wants something. What does he do? He screams his lungs out and jump and kick and think how the hell does he gets his hands on that thing. Then what happens? He gets it! But sometimes, parents don't allow him to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to set boundaries ofcourse, we must not be spoiled or else we might hurt others and ourselves. But the problem now is that our society has domesticated us in such a way that we can't even have the freedom of full fledged expression. They did not restrict us directly but indirectly. Did you know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few questions you can ask yourself. What is your ambition? What do you want to do for a living? What age do you want to retire? What do you want to study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably have answers for those questions huh? Maybe some of you don't but nevermind. You see, there is just one problem here. Lets take this example yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a typical top Malaysian student with top attitude and top top top and on top. He gets scholarships from every direction. He has to choose one to study at age 18. So he chose to some course that gets him great job opportunities and high income. After studying his butt of in college or University with a Masters or Doctorate Degree at the age of around 25. He gets a job~ with a minimun gaji of at least 50k~ awesome rite? ok. . . So he works for this company for the next 30 years till he reach retirement age which is? 55 in Malaysia right? alrite, age 55 with tons of money to travel the world and enjoy life with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets recap, age 18-goes into getting a qualification. Studies his butt off to get a high pay job. Age 25-gets a high gaji job with a big company and enslaves himself for the next 30 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age 55- retires. Gets all the money from the EPF and travels the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what about your dreams? Was it your dream to be a CEO of a big company earning more than 50++K a month? if yes then thats the life for you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I want to live my dreams. What are my dreams? Well, I want to put a dent in humanity, I wanna contribute back to this world, I wanna donate a Billion dollars, I wanna travel to the moon, I want to drive the worlds most expensive car, I want to own an island, I want to have fun all day and work when ever I want to. Take my kids to anywhere in the world. My wedding anniversary would be in France with my sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me. What is your dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLL3o2YIkcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pP0aLHrKoLo/s320/dreams.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526751973900587458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends. . . There is no dream that we can call foolish. Remember that impossible is nothing. The light bulb. The airplane. The Internet. They were at one time a foolish dream. But what happens now? Join me in Facebook in Unlimited Dreams~ group and facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Unlimited-Dreams/152636704773186"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Unlimited-Dreams/152636704773186&lt;/a&gt; is the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=149594691734305"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=149594691734305&lt;/a&gt; is the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come and join us. I want to share with you how to dream big and make them come true. A step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5798118499955168501-7960124977915618675?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7960124977915618675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-dont-dream-no-more-says-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7960124977915618675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7960124977915618675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-dont-dream-no-more-says-society.html' title='&quot;We don&apos;t dream no more&quot; says society. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXSd7GlOTw8/TLLtb4u9CrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gcf_Ml_rA_g/s72-c/lost+souls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5031571184901097177</id><published>2010-09-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:05:42.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life story one step at a time. (Primary-secondary school life))</title><content type='html'>Well, heres the second part to my life, my primary and secondary education. Oh yea, maybe alil bit on the kindy part~ Enjoy yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kindy (age 4-6)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. . . So when I was lil, I was born into a Buddhist family. Most probably they would send me to a chinese based buddha precept teaching kindy rite? They did. . . When I was 4, my parents sent me to Bodhi Kindergarden at 2nd mile. Its like a big temple and on the left side was the kindy and right a multi purpose hall with a stage. There I met alotta new people. . . Teachers and other lil children. . . lol Ps. My chinses sucks and heres why. . . So I learned stuff from there and also its all based in chinese. The best part I could remember from being at the  kindy is learning how to button my shirt~ Now thats practical for ya! There I also had to face a troubled child how would disobey and at one time, hit some other classmate with a something a the head bleeds. . .lol. . . And there is the wicked witch of the school. One teacher that I did not know how to hate back then that my mom hated her for me. You see, one day, after school, my mom saw my ear had a deep crescent mark that resembled the markings of over forced pinching. . . After my mom realized that, the teacher had a pretty tough time. . . lol. . . I could also remember the taste of lipstick because I had performed dance or sing on stage with very heavy make up. . . lol. . . After 2 years there, my education was going no where and also because there was a witch there, my parents decided to send me to Rhema~~~ at age of 6 I was sent to an all english based kindy from New Zealand known as Rhema. There I met the most pleasant teacher ever~ Ever wondered why my english is somewhat better than most? Its cuz I studied at Rhema~ lol. So I was there for a year and that concluded my kindy education~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primary (age 7-12)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. . . So. . . in the year 1999, I entered primary 1 in SJK Chung Hua No.4~ There I learned multiplication and faced traumatic events. When I was in Primary 1-3, I had a few pretty bad experiences.  . . Evil teacher, bullies and the sort. I was not strong in my chinese back then, so whenever the teacher asked a question and I was selected to answer, I would stand up and stay quiet and shrug. . . I'd rather STFU than to be humiliated lol. . . So the teacher took me for a retard. . . WTF lol. She placed me at the back of the class and I did not like that one bit. . . My mom was wondering why I had to sit all the way at the back so she investigated. She asked my teacher and my teacher replied by asking my mom was I dumb(not able to speak) or just plain retarded? How would you feel if you were a parent to hear a teacher question your child's intellect and pre-determined retarded and dumb? Well, lets just say the teacher had a rough time after that. So. . . my mom, wanting to seek revenge asked me to study hard for a small test. So I did with my mom's guidance and attention. I went from zero to hero. This goes to show that success is vengeance~ lol. . . So after the test was holiday and after holiday I sat right in front with new tables and chairs~ Neat huh? lol. . . I was in Primary 1 Yellow class till primary 3 and then I transferred school cause my dad bought a new shoplot for his business. Moved there and I transferred to SJK Chung Hua No.5, sounds like an up-grade huh? sorta I guess. So anyways, by me moving to the new school, I had a fresh start~ There I was developing myself, by being eccentric lol. . . I was viewed as eccentric by most, I scored highest in English in my class for 3 years straight and once 100%~ lol but never passed my science and maths and chinese and melayu lol. . . at that time, I could speak lil to no bahasa melayu. . . I had a small group of friends and never really mixed around too much. I am random and weird and different than others. . . Had my 1sr fight and learned many values in life there. Ironically the worst teacher is the most memorable teacher and thats funny lol. Early for me at my age to have burned and learned from my mistakes and I take those 'ways' of seeing things up until secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary (13-17)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary education is where I build the most of my today. This is the part where everything gets interesting. Its sorta too interesting that I would only share individually but not on my blog. sorry to say I've been lazy so~~~~~ =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5031571184901097177?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5031571184901097177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-story-one-step-at-time-primary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5031571184901097177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5031571184901097177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-story-one-step-at-time-primary.html' title='My life story one step at a time. (Primary-secondary school life))'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3521867614385037676</id><published>2010-09-15T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:16:36.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life story one step at a time. (Birth-childhood)</title><content type='html'>Well, guys, its a 1st for me to write my life story out in the open like this. But I got inspired by a friend who shared his in his blog, so. . . I just wanna reveal bits of myself that I could express in the best way to all you readers. I may keep some details but I would at least give you a general outline or a clue. So I hope you guys read it with pleasure and comment if you have to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm born Jason Pui on the 15th July 1992 at a clinic which was kinda costly, thats what my mom told me so. . . yea. I was not such a lucky child, born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Life has not been fair to me even since birth. I was born with very pale skin and asthma. Due to my pale skin at birth, I had to be put under the light, something which also costs some money. Today, all that light darkened me as a result, woo. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom was a school athelete, loved to sprint, high jump, long jump swim and etc. Very out going, full of enthusiasm, great at talking, better at debating, always the helping hand and has a heart of gold. Youngest daughter to a single mother and 5 siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad was a school celeb, son of a rich man, good looking, great at strategic games, leader of a once very famous boy gang, romantic and charming. 4th child within 5 siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the eldest of my siblings, a perfect blend of mom and dad. My lil bro is more like dad, my lil sis is more like mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family history&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family history, rich in greatness and pride. My great great granddad was a medicine man, a chinese physician with a code of ethics that could be equal to any great man ever lived. He lived an honorable life. His ethic was that he would share is skills and knowledge and wisdom without a cost. He would treat patients of their sicknesses for free. He would not accept payment but only small packets or rewards that we chinese know as 'ang pau'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather, also a great physician by trade made a decision in his career. He needed to choose between treating people for free or make the family business big. So, with his bare hands he built our family company and became a millionaire. Awesome rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me (child)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my life started out with alotta good and whole lotta bad. My dad, ain't a perfect husband. My grandmother, ain't such a perfect mother-in-law. My mom, lived a not so perfect life in her new family. I am the eldest grandchild also to my grandparents and they take it very seriously when they say the eldest grandson is the one most looked upon. My childhood was filled with the material things/possesions that I want. Toys and good food and trips that most children at that age could only dream of. I had it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born a timid child by nature. Scared of heights but very observative and absorbive. If I was out on a ledge or a small platform where my feet can't touch the ground, I won't move, neither will I cry. I would just stand quietly, waiting for someone to carry me down. I would also sit in training chair and observe my mom washing clothes quietly without even making a sound. I also loved to experiment, I'd mix different liquids that I could get my hands on so that I could mix em up and see what happens~ The only thing that happened was that the colour changed but hey, at least it was cool at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more to share but I'll leave you guys up to here for now~ I'll continue in a short while with my dark times at school and how I despised some people and loved some people. Till then~ Keep on breathing~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3521867614385037676?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3521867614385037676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-story-one-step-at-time-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3521867614385037676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3521867614385037676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-story-one-step-at-time-birth.html' title='My life story one step at a time. (Birth-childhood)'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7007523870452224259</id><published>2010-09-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:02:09.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I quote "I miss you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats what I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I mean it in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I express my Longing for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help my soul's Yearning for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help my hearts's Missing of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't help my mind's Thirst for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I write my Longing for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the songs sing of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the colours reflect you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the words written for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day passes by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You slip through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in and out of my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how I try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its like a flu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unlike anything of its kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but thats not the case,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the waves that crash into the cove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the waves don't fall into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are like the cove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am like the wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew I headed your way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'd never expected my final destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran into you like I was running for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then crashed into somewhere in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is where I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unconstructed and unstructured was our fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as hours from early runs late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stand in front of my destinys gate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look but I can't see, I stop to hesitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand that life is phenomenal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thats the beauty of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like meeting you, its incredible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres no way to deny it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Longing for you burns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it burns deeply within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart and soul fuels the phyre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm burning in a phyrerie desire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the clog in my watch turns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch as I burn for thee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The burning of this fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fire by the name Desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as passionate as the fire burns, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is and will be an exhaust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the wheels of time turns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are always some flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But worry not my dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you are my ignition,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will be no  darkness, no fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're the ultimatum to my completion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be it the winds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be it the waves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be it time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be it space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Longing for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eclipses your life over mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we intertwine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These words are of you and mine.&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/5798118499955168501-7007523870452224259?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7007523870452224259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/longing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7007523870452224259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7007523870452224259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/longing.html' title='Longing~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5263635395705755528</id><published>2010-09-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:34:01.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly horrible death by a beating from a spoon (A horrible poem for the bored waiting person)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dressed in a black hooded sweater and geared with a heavy aresenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he somehow took things kinda personal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a murderer on the loose, or and evil monk perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he does not die, he does not crap(not shown in movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bleaches his skin, and walks like a transvestite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one can run, no one can hide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he will follow you where ever you go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and slowly kill you, and I mean extremly slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His weapon of choice. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blunt unltimate horrible phobia stirring eating utensil which scoops food(spoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stirs, Prys Opens Objects Neccessity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one knows where he come from, just know that he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a spoon, he will bang you to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terrible death and horror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a spoonful at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5263635395705755528?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5263635395705755528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/slowly-horrible-death-by-beating-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5263635395705755528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5263635395705755528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/slowly-horrible-death-by-beating-from.html' title='Slowly horrible death by a beating from a spoon (A horrible poem for the bored waiting person)'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-96900949474559429</id><published>2010-09-10T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:11:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phyre burns from within.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phyre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The element&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than permeates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that penetrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that destroys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that creates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that exhausts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that never lasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and will be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when a spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;touches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phyre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phyre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The passion that burn brightly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It permeates and shines throught thee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it penetrates in the infinity of space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with light that never slows its pace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will destroy anything it touches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will create anything is passes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it burns, vigourously and exhausts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it will never end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all it takes, is a spark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a spark, to ignite the Phyre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will burn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till the day you expire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-96900949474559429?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/96900949474559429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/phyre-burns-from-within.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/96900949474559429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/96900949474559429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/phyre-burns-from-within.html' title='Phyre burns from within.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3734245229565803258</id><published>2010-09-10T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:59:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew I wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I'd ought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have someone like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the best thing I never knew I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the way, you changed my plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the way, you are my end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must admit, you are not a part of my book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if you open and just take a look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the beginning and the ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my new chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So unexpectedly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but undeniably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now its so clear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3734245229565803258?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3734245229565803258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-knew-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3734245229565803258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3734245229565803258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-knew-i-wanted.html' title='I never knew I wanted.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-817718281220058452</id><published>2010-09-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:48:40.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home is where you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home is in my arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home is when you are here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home is when you are near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna come home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been out for too long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please take me home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be in your warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I maybe surrounded by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other people but I, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still feel so alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its with you where I belong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not home when you are gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh let me go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold me as I hold you close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuddle warm in the corner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no other place I'd rather be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there would be no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe I don't know why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when I look into the sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hoped it would cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe because it reminds me of you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from where you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-817718281220058452?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/817718281220058452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/817718281220058452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/817718281220058452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3215403402254200194</id><published>2010-09-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:18:36.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain-in Warmth~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I seek, the purpose of our meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I waited for your arrival, at my seating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recieved your call, and did not believe what I was hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your voice it sounds and so, resonating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Far different from my expectation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;far further than my imagination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the very least of what I expected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the very most of its attracted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By my thought of attraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly I did not have a clue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;truly it was much of a surprise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took 5 seconds just to know you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just enough to clear my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I write and I write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres no wrong no right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in this rainy night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write I write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the colours of your dark eyes reveal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stun as I witness a revelation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As our eyes meet it thrills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and spark to a whole new creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stare and we stare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while I hold on my warm cup mocha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we share and we share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that is plain and wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the breeze, in the rain in rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel a warmth, like a rolling train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 hours we had together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 seconds seemed to matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due that time has set us a boundary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we were never in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For that 5 seconds I held your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that 5 seconds I felt your warmth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that 5 second made it clear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all my 5 senses, felt you near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I write, it keeps repeating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same message that I am sending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is, this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I feel that rain that hits my skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as I feel your warmth that fills my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear that ambience as it rings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sound of tip tappin rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the raining of warmth under the rain-in sky.&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/5798118499955168501-3215403402254200194?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3215403402254200194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-in-warmth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3215403402254200194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3215403402254200194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-in-warmth.html' title='Rain-in Warmth~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5126272898731051972</id><published>2010-08-26T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:51:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from a while~</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry that I've not updated my blog since a while ago. . . Been busy~ Well, to be totally honest, very busy. . . Went thru some hot and colds as well as ups and downs. . . They are apparently the same things but I juz wannna point that out for no reason. .  . =] Start to use emoticons but I duno why. .  Maybe lookin for a fuller expression or wadever. . . but most importantly, I'm back bloggin like I've never blogged before~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wanna share about how bloggin is an art which I obviously haven't mastered. . . I need a sifu in Bloggin man~ I hope to find someone like that. . . Anyways, thats for now. . . I'll blog some more when I think of something. . . Till then~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5126272898731051972?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5126272898731051972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back-from-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5126272898731051972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5126272898731051972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back-from-while.html' title='I&apos;m back from a while~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5602156705368555649</id><published>2010-08-17T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:39:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare fucked up rant!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people, today you get to see me fuckin post a fuckin rant on my wonderfully fucked up day? Ready? I dont fuckin care! A lil bit of contrast from the last post of the awesome day. Its time for Mr.Hyde to fuck Dr.Jekyll. Mai cao fuck ju liap si. I hate these fuckin people. Not them, no, not them. I like people. I juz fuckin hate their fuckin behavior!!! WTF man?! Why you do me like that? Why do I fuckin deserve this shit?! fuck man? Fuck you! Shit!  cont later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5602156705368555649?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5602156705368555649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/rare-fucked-up-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5602156705368555649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5602156705368555649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/rare-fucked-up-rant.html' title='Rare fucked up rant!!!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7986112436707002515</id><published>2010-08-01T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:26:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, one of my most awesomemest day since a long long time ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, 2nd day of this ''Right brain development'' course which I have no intention to join at 1st. but, alas joined because my fam wants me to. . . My aunt, cuz, bro n sis. ok then. . . since I'm not payin RM450 for it might as well go. . . So I went for the course, late on da 1st day, but the 2 teachers were very nice. They were very nice and joyful and very good at what they do~ But, unfortunately for me, I'm da only guy in da room who cant seem to comprehend most of what they are teaching because they use MANDARIN to teach. . . So. . . yea. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the 1st half hour, they talked abt this course and some Baroque music dat cud help learnin process. Then they had a small assesment to test our memory. well, we were all given 50 words to memorize in 5 mins. The avg ppl scored 15-20. . . Guess how much I got? to my surprise and the surprise of others. Wad I tot of as an average score turns out to be very high. out of 50 to memorize in 5 minits,  I got 40. . . holy shit, the teachers were like 'have u went thru a similar program?' 'wad technique do u use?' and I said :'I duno -shrug-, I juz count with my fingers~'. They were all amazed for a moment and I felt proud but awkward for everyone was like ''omg, freak man~'' haha, I loved that. From then on, they nicknamed me ''Gifted''. . . lol . . . In the 1st day of da course, I shined like a star. I won a book worth RM70, din bother to read it cuz it was in chinese so I gave it to my bro, Then my bro win a mag. at least he tried. I had to memorize all 50 different words in 10 minits then repeat them on stage. So, I did. hehe. The challege for the next day was to rmb 101 things and must state the thing according to number, lets say, 85. . . 85 is file, and u must state that. so, yea. Then u hav to rmb Pi to the 100. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;64062862089986280348253421170679&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha, guess wad happen the next day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, 2nd day at the course. Today, the nig challenge, they skipped the 101 words but instead, tested us on the Pi. . . I had the honors of being 1st. . . I've always been 1st, since yesterday, they were like, afraid of the stage or sumtin. But ofcoz I was also nervous to go up. But I did anyways. So, with any challenges, there was a prize, the prize they offered was a limited edition CD, I was kinda motivated to get that prize, so I went ahead. . . bla bla bla. I did it. . . all Pi-100, accurately in 5 minits on stage. Ofcoz I stuttered, but at least I made it. Instead of gettin the CD, I got 100 bucks~ Cuz when they ask my ambition, I said 'Entrepreneur'. . . haha, 100 bucks, in my pocket~ they were very nice teachers, I love their teaching method. The skills and techniques of learning was also excellent. I gotta bring my frens there. and so. . . wait, my awesome day hasnt end yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after the 2nd class ended, me n my cuz went to celebrate. . . I had a 100 bucks, n I wanted a pink shirt, so I got one for 50 bucks. got reload for 20. and the rest I belanja to my awesome fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In class, I also made many frens. Its hard to deny the fact that I'm an attention magnet. The teachers claim that I'm the ''most brilliant'' student they ever had. Damn I'm proud to be me rite now~ haha, so I made many frens and got 9 facebook adds~ ok I guess. . . haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;went to Boulevard, Saberkas and Spring in under 3 hours juz to shop, damn~ then we ended the nite with a 5 person kolomee plus drink on me for rm3o.40~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;and also, someone that holds sorta dear to me said she is not ''attached'' anymore. . . wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;That juz makes my day even more awesome-er~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;So there you have it, one of my most awesomemest days in my life. A random one~ I'm so thankful for everything. Be happy for no reason~&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/5798118499955168501-7986112436707002515?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7986112436707002515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg-one-of-my-most-awesomemest-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7986112436707002515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7986112436707002515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg-one-of-my-most-awesomemest-day.html' title='OMG, one of my most awesomemest day since a long long time ago.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1399331315986962648</id><published>2010-07-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:49:11.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all business babe. . .</title><content type='html'>I made 200+ msgs today thru text and has spent da whole day online meeting people for business purposes. . . Whoooo. . . I met a few new friends today and also got 3 new handphone numbers~ whoooooo. . .  Today I also managed to make someone very happy~ whoooooo~ I feel good today~&lt;div&gt;I took an intuition quiz. . . I'm in between Level 3 and 4 in the quiz which is really good. So. . . yea, a good day, I'm juz bloggin now outta need I guess. . . So I'll juz end here~ Its all business babe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-1399331315986962648?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1399331315986962648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-business-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1399331315986962648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1399331315986962648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-all-business-babe.html' title='Its all business babe. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1950526571635513424</id><published>2010-07-25T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:45:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life that we are trapped in. . .</title><content type='html'>So. . . as you know, people go to kindy, primary then secondary school to study. They study the syllabus set by the government. After most of their lives studyin and they finally graduate from the basic average education pre-set, they then decide what they want to do next. By the time they finish secondary education, they would be age 18+, legit to do things equivalent to as an adult. Its either work or study, thats wad my grandparents would always say. So, some people choose to work, some study. But as you can see, the majority of all of us believe that with higher education (degree and above) we can get a high income job. Then those in the minority believes that high income comes through experience in the workin field.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. . .  One path have to be chosen. But there is always one thing that has always boggled my mind. . . Why is it that the education that they have given us since kindy has leaded us to earn money by workin for other people? Why didn't the system teach us how to make our own money? We spend tens of thousands of RYM and years of our lives to get a higher education recognition cert so that we can get a job to make other people richer. We as graduates become employees. . . We used to pay money to become a student to gain the title of graduate. But after that, employee. . . When will we ever be boss? When will we ever get the cars we wanted? the house we wanted? the friends we wanted? the life we wanted? EVEN WORST STILL, many fresh graduates are now UNEMPLOYED! No job. . . On top of dat, how much do they offer a fresh degree holder? 2000+ a month? do you know how much the cheapest car costs? Do you have any idea how much the bank will charge u in lending their money to buy a car? Do you know how long you have to enslave yourself with work to pay off that DEBT? 10-20 years? How can you even enjoy your youth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very very sad that this is happening most of our youths these days. The parents say, go study engineerin, accountin, medicine or even dentistry. You know why? Because they can find jobs with high income. Then after they done their higher edu studies, they then ask wad to do? The parents will say, go find a job. . . . So, after a while in their line of work, got their first car on loan from the bank. The parents will the ask, when will we get to hold our grandchild? So the now workin graduate finds a mate and gets married. The worker now makes a decent 8000+ a month and is married with 3 children at the age of 40. Have you heard of any people like these? I bet u do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But then, have you ever heard of a gal, making 25000+ a month at the age of 25? I am glad to know this person and is now heading that direction. No its not a typo, she makes twenty-five thousand ringgit per month. But not everyone can do that. Only those who are lucky enough to meet this opportunity and those who are willing to learn and change, can achieve what she is doing now. If you want to do what she can, follow my lead. Seek me in Facebook&lt;/div&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/5798118499955168501-1950526571635513424?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1950526571635513424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1950526571635513424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1950526571635513424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='The life that we are trapped in. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1089467600039194709</id><published>2010-07-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:40:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw your monay!</title><content type='html'>So. . . I've been listenin to rap music recently. . . I've discovered that the things that they ''rap'' about are all that they are and what they are gettin. . . I mean like, they rap about money, they get money. They rap about living the good life, they do get it. I mean, if you trace it back to the past, before they had all the wealth, the rap about it. Check Jay-Z out, he went from rags to riches after rappin out lyrics of his tots, he can write without pen n paper lol, because his words are fixed in his brain. Lets just ask ourselves,  what words linger in our mind. . . Then we will understand that the words can materialize in to something very real. Take for example, have u made a wish n the wish was never granted? But when u keep on complainin how your life sucks it sucks even more. . . Now lets juz experiment for a sec. . . I want you to DON'T think about elephants in PINK boots. . . What did you think about? I believe you thought about elephants in pink boots. You see, your brain CANNOT control. . . Like google search. . . If you type in ''NO Apple'', what will google results give you? Surprisin isn't it? Think about it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-1089467600039194709?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1089467600039194709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/throw-your-monay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1089467600039194709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1089467600039194709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/throw-your-monay.html' title='Throw your monay!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-96655537620363551</id><published>2010-07-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:45:25.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab!</title><content type='html'>Well, no class today. . . Spent da whole afternoon in my room revising on my driving law exam thingy while dancing to dome hot beats. . . My body damn sore now. . . Long time no blog lo, has been kinda busy~ Anyways, examin now, 3 more papers. Driving law exam 2molo. . . Wish me luck. . . hmm. . . Juz now, my dad brought us to Golden Corner to have some crabs and clams and premature chicken. I know, for those who think dirty it sounds so. . . Wrong. . . anyways, gonna start bloggin for fun when I have the time lo, juz to release tension. . . so. . . yea. . . nites~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-96655537620363551?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/96655537620363551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/crab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/96655537620363551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/96655537620363551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/07/crab.html' title='Crab!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3551202929801595022</id><published>2010-05-29T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:49:39.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice day</title><content type='html'>OMG. . . Not much chance to blog lo. . . KNSla my schedule. . . . Anyways. . . Today is good day. . . was kinda late for da Business Organisation Progress Test. . . It starts at 9. . . I woke up at 838 when my fren called me. . . If t wasnt for him, I wud hav forgot abt da exam. . . I got there at 905. . . damn fas lo. . . Don ask if I got shower. . . Then got there, took da exam. . . Last one in, 1st one out. . . Went thru da exam like a robot. . . lol. . . Then after dat, followed Su Lings Red MRS back to her hs then followed Ju Yings car to the Spring. . . Had Sugarbun for lunch, then did some stuff. . . Su Ling went to get her hair trimmed. . . I had to wait, but kinda lazy so i walked around wit Roy. . . Met Joel, Isaac, Spiff, Joanne, alotta other frens. . . Aaron Liew worked at Digi there lol. . . Then met Hui Zcheng goin shoppin wit her mom . . Then met Timothy and many many others lo. . . Also met and shook hands with a Malaysian Celeb Jason Lo~ Damn nice lo~ Din expect dat. . . Then went to watch a movie wit Felix, Angelisa, Dianne and yuan fang. . . Watched da Nightmare in Elm street. . . ok la. . . Then went home. . . She za is back in Kuching. . . better lookin now. . . Wanna go see her later~ She is workin across da street from where I live lo. . . Hope to blog when I can find da time. . . Till then. . . Music soothes my burning soul, beauty is the essence of inspiration~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3551202929801595022?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3551202929801595022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3551202929801595022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3551202929801595022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/nice-day.html' title='A nice day'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3902141126536970926</id><published>2010-05-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:20:53.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My burning desire. . . Phyre in my head, heart, soul. . .</title><content type='html'>I have a burning desire for something more. . . More this more that. . . I believe that everything  has a price. . . I believe wad goes up must come down. . . I am now terribly busy with life. . . Even bloggin seems to be hard to open up a time slot for. . . I hope I can get my tots out in youthsays voiceout 2 lol. . . Phyre in life is important. . . Gotta burn with life. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3902141126536970926?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3902141126536970926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-burning-desire-phyre-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3902141126536970926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3902141126536970926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-burning-desire-phyre-in-my-head.html' title='My burning desire. . . Phyre in my head, heart, soul. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7464437444583718298</id><published>2010-05-20T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:02:12.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1. . . Best things of being a youth today.</title><content type='html'>Well. . . The convenience of technological innovations and the developed social systems are the best things for youths today I guess. . . I mean, youths nowadays can connect to each other so very easily and also, they practically have their future spoon fed to them. The youths today can get education so very easily, scholarships come in by the dozens and educational institutes workin 24/7 non stop to fish in new students. The future seems to be. . . Good. . . It is planned, so I guess it should be good. I know for me, I'm not able to fore see the future but I guess what I do today will mold my 2molo so. . . I guess I can kinda make my own future?&lt;br /&gt;For my generation, the future seems bright. . . I do worry about the fact that alot of people are talking about the 2010 end of the world ammargeddon tragedy that will befall us in the end of days that could destroy the earth and everything we know of. . . Its mentioned in many religious texts but, I duno. . . The chances are kinda slim. . . But hey, anything can happen. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebellious youths. . . The Phyrerie point of view. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youths are rebellious by nature. . . Partially true. Most youths do wanna be unique, and by being unique, one must stand outta da crowd, that means, being rebellious. . . So. . . Lets say that a guy had an extreme hair do that no one else has. He is being unique or in the other sense, rebellious. It depends on the peoples rational point of view. I guess the people then do rebel juz as bad as we do. . . But with at a higher expense. . . For me, I rebel by doing a few things that other people don't. . . I rebel the norm and embrace my uniqueness. . .&lt;br /&gt;I rebelled againts my grandparents wish to get me to be an accountant. . . I rebelled against unconditional school rules. . . I rebelled againts bullies. . . I rebelled againts government decision to change Sci &amp;amp; math in Bahasa Malayu use of lang in teachin. . . So. . . I do rebel. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have it all. . . but it ain't totally good. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we live the life now. . . Our parents didn't even know what is the internet when they were our age lol. . . We have easier access to an infinite bank of information. . . We have a system that is far better than before. . . Our generation is the generation of pampered children. . . which I think is not the best thing for us. . . Our parents are able to pamper us because they have been thru hot and cold and thick and thin. . . Their success did not grow on trees lol . . . They had to work real hard for it. . . So. . . I conclude the fact that we live much more of an easier life compared to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death. . . And. . . (biggest fear in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest fear other than death would be. . . Actually, I am not really afraid of death. . . I let by gones be by gones. . . If it was meant to be, wth, juz go with it. . . So. . . I. . . am. . . afraid of. . . confusion. . . When I loose my ability to think straight. . . I would be terrified. . . so thats my biggest fear, thank you for sharing. . . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me. . . Happy. . . The cause. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy when I am able to get things done smoothly. . . When there are no complications nor obstacles that deter me or block me from getting what I want. . . But I'm ok with the fact that unwanted things will appear naturally. . . Theres no such thing as a free meal so. . . Gotta keep workin at it ya. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The most difficult time of my short 17 yrs of life. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most difficult hurdle that I have to overcome in my life would be when I was in Form 5. . . I had to juggle my studies, co-curricular activities and face my parents divorce at the same time. . . I also had to cope with depression and minor insanity. . . At that time, I actually became suicidal. . . I attempted once but failed. . . It hurts so I think I won't do it twice. . . There are also some relationship probs between me n my frens, family and teachers. . . I had become a destructive person in society. . . But thankfully, my school counsellor and the church helped me get back on steady ground. . . I am very thankful that God showed mercy and blessed me so that I may have today. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Family AND friends. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all very very important to me. . . But most importantly is me myself and I. . . They love me and I love them. . . So. . . I would not wish to hurt anyone of them and they also would not wish to hurt me. . . When family calls, I go. . . When friends call, I go. . . But when both calls at the same time, I would go to whom who needs me the most at that given time. . . So. . . yea. . . At one time, my friends asked me out to celebrate my 16th B'day. . . My family also planned it on the same day. . . I had to choose between celebtating it with my family or with my friends. . . So I had to. . . choose. . . Man I hate to choose. . . So at last. . . I chose to stay with family then I baru celebrate with my friends. . . I attended the party they planned for me kinda late but at least I got there. . . Being fashionably late lol. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;More about me. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. . . I am 17 now. . . almost 18. . . After 18 I would be very happy cuz I get to gain access to places and things that I can't have now. . . So. . . I would consider myself a dynamic, talkative, fun loving, art loving, science loving, nature loving and all around loving person. . . I like romance, passion, phyre. . . I like fun, excitement, puzzles and extreme sports. I do not like, emotionally disturbing events where I canot find a way out. . . I like problem solving. . . I like giving suggestions. I like learning. . . I like whole lotta things. . . My wish is to be a successful person interms of finance, health, relationships and career. Thats about it for now. . . Thank you for reading. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-7464437444583718298?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7464437444583718298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-1-best-things-of-being-youth-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7464437444583718298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7464437444583718298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-1-best-things-of-being-youth-today.html' title='Day 1. . . Best things of being a youth today.'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8224949443983253099</id><published>2010-05-20T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:54:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally able to blog again. . .</title><content type='html'>Finally, just done my Business Communication Progress Test and I can blog again! lo. . . I wanna wanna wanna get things down now! Its time to blog! Argh! Its so frustrating! I wanna but then, lol. . . So. . . Now I'm in the campus comp lab again. . . bloggin my heart out. . . But actually, I wanna get another assignment done lol. . . Blog some more later then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8224949443983253099?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8224949443983253099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-able-to-blog-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8224949443983253099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8224949443983253099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-able-to-blog-again.html' title='Finally able to blog again. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5877896923982560348</id><published>2010-05-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:26:03.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouthSays sent me the topics dy. . . hehe</title><content type='html'>o.0, I got the topics! Now juz waitin for them to send me the format lol. . . 1st day~ I nid to blog abt Youths today lol. . . Wads the best thing about being a youth today? I think well. . . Being surrounded by technology that makes our lives all so convinient for us and yea. . . lol.  . Will blog about it when the format reaches me lol. . . Anyways. . . Accountin PT today. . . I kinda didn't do so well lol. . . Didn't get both of them balanced lol . . so. . . I hope at least I get enough to score credit.. . I had a big fat speacial burger to cheer me up lo. . . chicken hot dog beef egg cheese costing me Rm5.50. . . diu lo. . . I think I over indulged today. . . lol. . . Now bloggin in the campus computer lab. . . I guess there are no rules bounding me from bloggin in here so. .  yea. . . Blog some more later. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5877896923982560348?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5877896923982560348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/youthsays-sent-me-topics-dy-hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5877896923982560348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5877896923982560348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/youthsays-sent-me-topics-dy-hehe.html' title='YouthSays sent me the topics dy. . . hehe'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8768579774254466103</id><published>2010-05-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:06:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The English for Learning pregress test. . .</title><content type='html'>3 sections. All subjective, 1 essay 250-300 words. . . I ended the test at exactly the same time I end my FC exam. . . Around 1 hr 5 mins. . . My essay consisted of 346 words and I wrote about the importance of unity among cultures in Malaysia. . . It was ok I think. . . lol. . . Reminded me how SPM was lol. . . But I think this is a lil bit easier than SPM lol. . . Anyways, I have nothin on my mind but dancing lol. . . I duno why lo. . . Anyways, cont bloggin later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8768579774254466103?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8768579774254466103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/english-for-learning-pregress-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8768579774254466103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8768579774254466103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/english-for-learning-pregress-test.html' title='The English for Learning pregress test. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8529799813875164353</id><published>2010-05-17T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:43:13.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol. . . I guess. . .</title><content type='html'>o.0. . . I actually posted this one by accident when I havent even started typin. . . lol. . . I gotta get a vacation lol. . . So anyways. . . Some things hasnt been workin out for me lol . . I wanted to participate in the Go Bald campaign, but it didn't happen. . . lol. . . Haiz. . . So feelin so destroyed rite now. . . Even my vocab has become so so. . . YouthSays actually chose me outta a hundred other ppl to be within 50 bloggers who is going to blog about 13 topics for 5 weeks. At the end of it, I will get Rm500. . . An extra Rm100 for the top 10 I think. . . Anyways, I hope I can blog my best lo. . . See my current blog, simple as can be, I bet any other beginner would do even better than me in deco of his/her blog lol. . . My mom got baptised on the 15/5/2010. . . I was there to witness it lol. . . err. . . EFL exam 2molo morn. . . n again, I din do revision. . . Done FC assignment. . . Easy as cake~ So now, here we are, waddya want from me? I think I might have got infected by that Chrissa gal, and also that Ellen gal, and also maybe Eunice, Vanessa, Sherylyne and somemore I think. . . lol. . . I guess young people these days. . . Man, I sound so old. . . Well, I think I might have to come up with a personal quote to put as my main personal quote. I think I should quote ''I am not as young as I seemed'' hehe. . . lol.. . Ppl will never guess correct my actual age~ Well, gotta head to bed. . . BZZZZZ, End of transmission~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8529799813875164353?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8529799813875164353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/lol-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8529799813875164353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8529799813875164353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/lol-i-guess.html' title='lol. . . I guess. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-2839799174448857026</id><published>2010-05-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:36:19.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Progress Test. . . Fundamentals of Computing. . .</title><content type='html'>I guess. . . It wasn't too hard. . . I guess I was damn lucky lol. . . The last 10 minute revision in the car reali helped me alot lol. . . A lil bit goes a long way. . . The revision actually helped contained 80% of my answers lol. . . I was the first to finish at 1005, exam started 900. . . It took me roughly  over an hour for me to finish the whole thing lol . . . I guess it was fun. . . My brain was like, robotic lol, nothing but info by info being sent to my hand to be put on paper. . . I think. . . I might have lost it(mind). . . Anyways, based on the dictionary, insanity means repeating the same action but expecting a different result. . . Maybe insanity is a good thing? ok. . . I duno. . . Anyways, thats abt it. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-2839799174448857026?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2839799174448857026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-progress-test-fundamentals-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2839799174448857026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2839799174448857026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-progress-test-fundamentals-of.html' title='1st Progress Test. . . Fundamentals of Computing. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7627805159022710483</id><published>2010-05-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:30:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't have to argue over me the fact that you already loss. . .</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the very interesting debate. . . I wish you the best in finding your true love which I believe does not exist. . . If true love do exist. . . Many people have NOT found it. . . So. . . I can conclude my victory and the fact that money can build a long lasting relationship and is more important than love. . . But love is important to. . . juz to justify, I will now, explain the beauty of love. . . The amazing thrill and ecstacy and will turn lives around and bring people to another dimension is the wonderous feeling of love~ There will be no meaning to live without love. . . but as you can see, life is the only thing worth living for actually. . . If u say u wanna die for love. . . I wud say, go ahead you FOOL. . .If you say that love is everything. . . I will say, live on love alone then you FOOL. . . But if you say, love is important to you, I wud say, that is wonderful. . . Because love is, important. . . But if you say, money is not as important, I must let you noe that it IS more important then love. . .Cuz, you can't feed people without money. . . Jungle people you say? Then go be one then. . . You cant contact your darling without a phone which needs $$$ to buy. . . So please please please, wake up and smell the daisies, You'd better wake up or grow up. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-7627805159022710483?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7627805159022710483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-have-to-argue-over-me-fact-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7627805159022710483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7627805159022710483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-have-to-argue-over-me-fact-that.html' title='Don&apos;t have to argue over me the fact that you already loss. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8942400815495671690</id><published>2010-05-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:46:01.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationality. . .</title><content type='html'>Are you sure what you are thinking? Are you sure what you are thinkin what you are thinkin? What is rational to you? Are bugs edible? Should medicine be bitter? Should tatoos be taboo? You think for yourself. . . If you hate the person who says the correct things, are you correct? Are you sure you are correct? How do you choose the one thats justice? I think its best, but yet its not. . . To you. . . So how? Who is the one to admit it? anyways, as you keep thinkin on the facts. . . Heres wad happened today. . . err. . .Mornin, did FC assignments, refer earlier post, then Business Organisation class then go home. . . It was rainin sorta heavy I guess. . . Then watch MR.Bean. . . Then tried to convince people to join da Education trip to Cultural Village then yada yada. . . I blog this. . . hehe, feelin ok, rejection seems like nothin but an irritatin mozzie bite now. . . It hasnt always been this way, in the past, rejection could mean the end of the world, but now, its nothin much to  me. . . Gotta face the facts its a normal part of life. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8942400815495671690?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8942400815495671690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/rationality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8942400815495671690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8942400815495671690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/rationality.html' title='Rationality. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-6997676401297775059</id><published>2010-05-13T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:12:17.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments!!!</title><content type='html'>Well. . . I'm in da college comp room doing my Fundamentals of Computin assignment with Chan Qiao Nee and Lim Chin Chin. . .Its sub-zero cold in here and I can feel my toes freezing and becoming ice solid. . . Anyways, assignment goin so far so good. . . I'm havin kinda a bitof fun enjoyin my piano music while I type out my assignment. . . I reali need to get myself a high performing computer lol . . . Anyways, gota get back to my assignment ya~ LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-6997676401297775059?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6997676401297775059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6997676401297775059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/6997676401297775059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/assignments.html' title='Assignments!!!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-1227630524698518892</id><published>2010-05-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:30:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am twirling around. . .</title><content type='html'>Can anyone? Please? Tell me why the world must revolve around and around and around and around? Why don't it juz stay put in place? I don't want facts, I want. . . Infinity, tell me all that you can tell, if you can't comment here, do it in Facebook, juz look me up, &lt;a href="mailto:jx8green@hotmail.com"&gt;jx8green@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; So maybe, if there is, an answer, may it be from yourself. . . I wanted to tell you, but I lost those words when I looked into your eyes. . . I wanted to smile, but you wouldnt let me. . . I wanted to cry, but I couldnt, cuz you were there. . . I couldnt help, laughing. . . cuz of you. Now tell me, why? Stun me, burn me, captivate me, lift me, leave me, drop me, hold me, help me, heal me, carry me, stay with me. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-1227630524698518892?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1227630524698518892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-twirling-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1227630524698518892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/1227630524698518892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-twirling-around.html' title='I am twirling around. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7823089006118258304</id><published>2010-05-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:57:19.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How must I?</title><content type='html'>So if I. . . Must boost commitment! Sense of urgency! Gotta give a 100%! LOL. . . I wonder. . . Anyways. . . I wanted to blog abt the Leo Idol thingy held at Swinburne on the 8th May dis year, the Winner is a ok plum dude who I, by my opinion did not deserve to win. . . Cuz I feel that his performance was not at all  entertaining. . . But Mohd Firdaus and Christabel Chong who are 1st and 2nd runner up both did stunning performances. . . One danced and the other sang. . . Both Swinburne students. . . Anyways, I think it be best I don get too worked up over such a stupid lil  contest. . . Went there  wit Ben Carlin Sim and his elder bro Alex Sim. . . So anyways. . . It was a Saturday. . . and the followin day is a Sunday, which means the 9th of May which means Mother's day~ Told my mom happy mother's day and thats abt it. . . lol. . . I couldnt give anyymore. . . lol. . . Juz went to dinner at a tightly packed restaurant lol. . . Saw Leanne Lum there. . . Why da heck do I always bump into her? lol, She is literally the one person that I bump into the most times by coincidence. . . lol~ Anyways, tons of stuff needs to be done. . . Have been calling Adeline and Yuri Reen alot lately aft I got my Digi Campuscalling plan. . . lol. . . I think I might be near to changin my relationship status lol. . . Fundamentals of Computing assignment still undone plus accounts homework still havent finish. . . But I still can feel so damn free o. . . Even tho I am runnin around with alot of things to do. . . I can feel so relax lo. . .  I think its good. . . Relax~ I'm gonna pull an all nighter~ See u guys in da morn~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-7823089006118258304?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7823089006118258304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-must-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7823089006118258304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7823089006118258304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-must-i.html' title='How must I?'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4501033284391648442</id><published>2010-05-08T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:26:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it?</title><content type='html'>Well. . . Choir, AIA, kueh chap, called Adeline, called Yuri Reen. . . Todays weather is damn hot. . . Choir was ok~ alot of them didn't attend and that sucks. . . I didn't have strepsils at the time. . . They plan n practice to perform Time of my life. . . Which I think ok lo. . . Then later Ben Carlin Sim performed a song She was mine with his younger bro George Sim. . . It was such an adorable performance. . . Then went to AIA to learn more stuff. . . Aft dat, went to Bintawa to have one of da best Kueh Chap you can find in the whole of Kuching. . . Then went to MacD to study, my frens idea. . . Met some old skulmates there and also Joel~ lol, nice~ Called Adeline and talked to her at MacD there oso. . . Then I got home. . . Called Yuri Reen. . . From 12-420am. . . We kinda have alot to talk about lol. . . Then I baru blog. . . lol. . . For a person who struggles with being fat, any option will do if ot means slimming down. . . Even taking potent stuff dat are bad for them. . . Its almost like a starving person lookin for a way to fill his empty stomach. . . Anything will do. . . So you people who have already got an average body. . . Please be grateful and don't spoil yourself with smokin, drinkin, drugs or overdose. . . Its for your own good~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4501033284391648442?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4501033284391648442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4501033284391648442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4501033284391648442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it.html' title='Is it?'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3064871472178399140</id><published>2010-05-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:52:44.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day~</title><content type='html'>Today. . . Schedule tightly packed~ Morn 10am, meet Chin Chin n Chiao Nee for FC assignment discussion and execution. . . Then at 1230, talked to and help a troubled fren outta her love dilemma. . . Anyways, then later, class starts at 2pm. . . But then Yuri Reen texted me to tell me about an accident she juz went thru. . . She scratched her dad's new cars body kit. . . She was so worried  so I called her to comfort her and try to solve her prob. . . Then at 315pm Janice met up with me to get some application form filled, so I helped her to get it from da management~ Then we went to buy fries lol. . . Then at 5pm, meet Pastor Stephen George with Su Ling. . . After da discussion to plan a recreational outin, I went to meet frens at Four Points at 630pm. . . Then went to cousins at 730pm. . . Called Yuri Reen and Adeline Chua to chat lol. . . Then went shoppin at MJC wet market. . . Then got home, bathe, called Adeline, then blog. . . lol. . . one day gone~ lol, words of da wise for today. . . Remove the freakin knife to let the wound heal~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3064871472178399140?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3064871472178399140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3064871472178399140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3064871472178399140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-day.html' title='Long day~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8827639368598610796</id><published>2010-05-06T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:52:38.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling. . .</title><content type='html'>Well. . . Juz a few days ago. . . I bought a new mobile number for its calling plan. . . Digi Campus. . . I bought it for one purpose. . . Free calls after spending RM2~ not only calls but sms n net surfin as well~ So basically, dis is wad happened. . . last nite, my hand itched to make phone calls due to da fact that I can call for free and talk till da cows come home. . . So I looked thru da phone book to find someone to call . . . I actually have someone to call initially but she was busy doin laundry then have to complete her homework . . . so I called other ppl. . . Then bla bla bla, I called her. . . I talked to her thru da phone as I had supper with my family at Taiwan Fried Chicken. . . I like da way she laughs, and how she enjoys playin LFD2. . . hehe. . . bla bla bla, talked from 1220-140-ish? can't reali recall. . . but after that, when I got home,  I saw my initial mobile number had a missed call, so I called the missed caller  and talked with her. . . Surprisingly our  conversation ended at 5am. . . . . . . . . . Now I'm kinda tired due to dat. . .My fault~ Anyways, gotta go take a bath now, got appointments at 10am, must be punctual~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8827639368598610796?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8827639368598610796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8827639368598610796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8827639368598610796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/calling.html' title='Calling. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-774591685958591509</id><published>2010-05-05T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:19:02.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, in love? Find your solution right here!</title><content type='html'>Lookin for a solution to a love problem? You have come to the right blog babe~ All you have to do is. . . Look into the damn freakin mirror and say: Wad da heck is wrong with me????. . . Problem solved! Is love with you? or against you? or on you? or above you? or below you? or in you? You think for yourself lo~ Can anyone stop you if u wanna love that special someone? No right? Then you must be some idiot lookin for an answer here. . . Wake up fool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-774591685958591509?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/774591685958591509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-in-love-find-your-solution-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/774591685958591509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/774591685958591509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-in-love-find-your-solution-right.html' title='Hey, in love? Find your solution right here!'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7522867602416131379</id><published>2010-05-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:01:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ip Man 2. . .</title><content type='html'>Well. . . The movie is nice~ I'd give a 7/10~ The fightin scenes are really cool~ If u wanna watch this movie, make sure you like violence~ Cuz there are nice scenes of minor violence lol. . . For martial art lovers! You are gonna love this movie! For anyone who wants to leave the movie theater with goosebumps and a smile on their faces I strongly suggest you go watch  it~ Chinese, I urge you guys to watch it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-7522867602416131379?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7522867602416131379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/ip-man-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7522867602416131379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7522867602416131379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/ip-man-2.html' title='Ip Man 2. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-2722530268068939464</id><published>2010-05-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:45:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with you,  but the vibe is wrong. . .</title><content type='html'>I am not in love. . . cuz I know, love never intended to keep me. . . But instead. . . Love flows thru me. . . I feel like I have a lot of love. . . and I wanna give it all out~ But I dunno. . . Man! I gotta stop sayin dunno! lol . . . I'm a Kuchingite wad, can't control lol . . Miao~ Anyways. . . Thoughts are all I have to share today. . . Loggin in bloggin is hurtin my noggin so dis will do. . . So, boys and girls, why do you like each other??? Some please, enlighten me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-2722530268068939464?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2722530268068939464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love-with-you-but-vibe-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2722530268068939464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/2722530268068939464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love-with-you-but-vibe-is-wrong.html' title='I&apos;m in love with you,  but the vibe is wrong. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8349037041930399483</id><published>2010-05-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:49:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday. . .</title><content type='html'>wake up in the mornin eatin nice rice curry, TikTok~ anyways, went to Golden Arch kopitiam to eat wit grandparents n siblings. . . Then in the aft around 3, went to talk with Uncle Yong Tze Liong at his house. . . Then at 5, meet  wit fren A,C,D to settle the whole issue. . . Went ok till fren A started cryin n walked home. . . Then bro.Titus fetched me to church~ Got there, praise n worship, learn about the Year of the Lord's Blessings which is dis year. . . Then aft churh went to Top 10 kopitiam to hav a drink wit bro.Titus. . . Talk talk wit him n my mom til 12am. . . Then went home. . . The fren case solved, he states he wants to start a new life~ Erm, Su ling, I kinda like told her dat I was interested in her, but then she said she has someone else in mind so I'm cool wit dat~ Next time then~ Rejection won't kill me now~ So today is an ok day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8349037041930399483?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8349037041930399483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8349037041930399483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8349037041930399483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-5593922190443669918</id><published>2010-05-02T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:03:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day~</title><content type='html'>Today. . . Woke up kinda late. . . 12.50pm~ hehe, so many msgs n missed calls lol. . . Get ready to go, Central Church seminar held the Harbour View Hotel. . . starts 230-430. . .  I attended wit Anthony. . . at the seminar, I made a few new frens. . . Charles, Justin and more. . . Made friends with Pastor Stephen George and Pastor Phua Hee. . . Pastor Stephen has heard  of me before, I feel proud~~ lol. . . hehe. . . Then went to meet Ben Carlin Sim at TJ Popular. . . He bought a new camera, Canon, 10 Mp for RM399~ we took some picts with it~ Then walk around, then go PC Fair. . . Made a few more new frens there. . . Alison Law is one of em~ Got her num+email add~ Then Anthony have to go home. . . Then me n Ben with a combined amount of $$$ of RM11. . . Hav to plan for a gud dinner~ So I intro him to eat at a corner kopitiam where my mom used to buy a form of glutonous rice cake all the time when I was young~ So we ate there~ At there, we saw a gal eatin alone so I talked to her n asked her to join us at our table to hav dinner together~ She looked like local Chinese but she is actually Japanese~ Her name is Minako Nishiyama~ She is 20 and is travellin alone. . . She lodged at BB motel~ Then we  took a pict together and then said our farewells~ Then we stumbled upon the VIPS  eatin at the Medan Pelita there. . . It was the premier of Saloi~ The 1st Iban movie~ So we watched the band that performed. . . The gal singer had a good voice~ Then we hanged out at a book store, juz playin wit my netbook~ Then we sat somewhere else, met Bonnie and her new BF. . . He is ok lookin n ok guy. . . He bought her a Gucci purse for her lol~ I think he is ok~ So then me n Ben juz sang spontaneous~ Then he found a KFC voucher which can get us a free meal~ so we did. . . Then we wait for the ride by talkin n goin o9  to watch vids~ Then da car came at 1am~ then go home~ Then I o9 then blog then conclude~ Today. . . Is a good day~ also a joke told by the pastor~ You, coward, You, chicken, You, gutless. . . My ayam burger have more guts than you~ hehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-5593922190443669918?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5593922190443669918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5593922190443669918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/5593922190443669918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4266443025895209324</id><published>2010-04-30T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T02:11:04.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of these days. . .</title><content type='html'>sigh. . . I hate times like these. . . But let me juz recap my day. . . Morn. . . Head to skul, BCOM class. . . Tag along in Song Su Ling's red MR-S, nice I guess. . . Ate at Fat Cat kopitiam, had claypot mee, mee again. . . The chef who prepared the mee for us was Roy Ng's mom. . . Me, Song Su Ling, Goh Jiew Chen, Roy Ng, Ju Ying and Chai Hua Fong ate together. . . It was good~ Then back to BO class. . . after class, otw home, saw black smoke comin out from a distance. . . lol. . . got home, on Facebook and saw da picts of the firerie ordeal. . . turns out that Yuri Reen's house was situated near the building dat was burning. . . lol. . . Then Ken suddenly called me, asked me to go to kareoke. ..  lol. . .  So I got ready and went. . . Anyways, Song Su Ling asked me did I like her. . . I was stupid enough to change the subject lol . . . Well . . Drama unfolded tonite. . . No one went home happy. . . Me, my fren A,B,C,D din go home happy. . . A wanted to suicide, we went to look for him. B screamed and cried in the car went to sent her home. . . It was due to depression. . . Stress. . . I knew something was wrong. . . C duno wad to do. . . But I gave her da solution and idea outside her house. . . D has responsibilities to cover. . . Heavy ones. . . tons of pressure on him. . . We 1st met up at spring. . . Then we went to Da-light King Center there to eat. . . Then my fren A disappeared. . . He then said that he is goin to commit suicide. . . damn. . . long story short, anyone who wants to noe why he wans to kill himself pls ask me personally. . . Then we went to find him with no success. . . Then we, fren B,C,D went to Rasa Sayang the music lounge/bar owned my fren B's dad. . . No room, then we went to Monster Tongue to have a few cold ones and play a few rounds of pool . . . Then we hav to send fren B home 1st. . . I had a feeling she wasn't ok. . . She suddenly asked, ''can I scream in tha car?'' Then I said go ahead. . . Then she started screamin  then cried. . . It was like she was in tremendous pain. . . I duno wad happened but I feel sad, depressed,  worried and sick after dat ordeal. . . Then send fren C home then fren D sent me home and thats abt it. . . sigh. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4266443025895209324?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4266443025895209324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-one-of-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4266443025895209324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4266443025895209324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-one-of-these-days.html' title='Another one of these days. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-7875292566595671851</id><published>2010-04-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:31:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday. . .</title><content type='html'>So. . . My tots on today. . . Well. . . Good I guess. . . EFL and Bmaths. . . woot. . . Wore coperate today. . . Full black with a black tie~ At the moment, I feel very erm. . . blank. . . So. . . I guess dats due to overdose of indulgance . . . Too much comfort makes one soft n slow lol. . . Gotta toughen up lol. . . Anyways, still lookin for dat sumone lol. . . 1 after another and none yet. . . Haiz. . . I guess tonite I'm juz gotta enjoy some movies~~~ Thx to Ben Carlin Sim for da movies~ I'm feeling good- Michael Buble. . . Random suggestion~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-7875292566595671851?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7875292566595671851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7875292566595671851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/7875292566595671851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-3429155194410228293</id><published>2010-04-28T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:20:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The college lobby newly painted &amp; my mind yawns. . . Smells of . ..  Paint. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm sittin here in the college lobby, sittin across da table from Joanne Jong. . . I'm bloggin, my latest hobby, I'm also listenin, to my fav song. . . Anyways, I juz went thru Song Su Ling's Facebook profile n I saw a pict of her in a  bikini. . . Damn nice~ Anywas, she is a new fren o mine. . . Met her in college, &amp;amp; have quite alot of things in common. . . She drove a Toyota MR-S to skul yesterday lol. . . anyways, change of topic. . . Da smell of paint is reali buggin my stomach. . . but yet I still sit here typing my whole blog out. . . smart huh? Feel like taking my guts out for a spin. . . Its amazing how the senses can change a persons way of feeling lol. . . I hear the smell of candy can turn a lady on. . . But I wonder. . . lol. . . Anyways, time for class. . . Its English for learnin and I'm now dressed to impress. . . Blog somemore later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-3429155194410228293?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3429155194410228293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/college-lobby-newly-painted-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3429155194410228293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/3429155194410228293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/college-lobby-newly-painted-my-mind.html' title='The college lobby newly painted &amp; my mind yawns. . . Smells of . ..  Paint. . .'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-4331915161873058220</id><published>2010-04-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:15:38.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and times'/><title type='text'>Yesterday, cuz now is today~~</title><content type='html'>Well . . . Yesterday. . . I kinda overslept. . . the night before yesterday. . . I walked around with my close fren who I hav nt met since erm. . . around 4 mths ago I think. . . Anyways, we walked n talk for like, let me put it dis way, we started walkin out n talkin from 8pm till 2am in da mornin  so. . . yea. . . Had a great time catchin up wit my buddy~ I reali miss my secondary skul days. . . But I also kinda like my current life so yea. . . Well . . . Yesterday, I woke up at 12pm . . reason obviously. . . Class starts 2pm, accounting class. . . Mdm Lina. . . so I got ready in a flash~  had my lunch yada yada~ reach skul at 1.15pm~ I never reali liked accounting. . . but now I kinda got da hang of it, the matter of fact, I'm actually quite good at it, lol. . . hmm, who wud hav known. . . Anyways, yestersay, Mdm Lina talked to me alot about GMC, something similar to GRC except they activate the ''Mid-brain'' rather the ''sub-conscience brain''. . . She asked me if I wud be  interested to be an agent cuz she found out I attended da GRC b4. . . lol. . .  So I agreed but let me do some research 1st. . . then yada yada, had a simple dinner wit Song Su Ling, Janice Teo, Roy Ng and Chai Hua Fong~ Then aft dinner is Fundamentals of Computing~~ in yesterdays lesson, we learn abt how to overclock a processor to 5Ghz wit da help of liquid Nitrogen~~~ yea~ so. . . Oh yea, its freakin important to hav a powerful fan for ur processor cuz if not, it wud hav a dramatic increase of temperature n a smokin melt down. . . from 30+ degrees to 200++ degrees in matter of seconds. . . Damn scary lol . . . Later aft class, went to makan(which means eat in malay) with my frens Joyce Ho, Janice Teo and Kenshi Chai. . . so after dat, got home. . . &amp;amp; started my blog~~ I'm proud to say I started my blog lookin for a quote frm da movie ''500 days of summer'' to impress a gal. . .I searched Ben Carlin Sim's profile but he doesnt have it so. . . sad lol. . . then I tot hey! Why not I blog also? So dats how I started. . . Now I'ma freakin go to sleep cuz I'm damn tired lol . . . will blog again 2molo~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-4331915161873058220?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4331915161873058220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-cuz-now-is-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4331915161873058220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/4331915161873058220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-cuz-now-is-today.html' title='Yesterday, cuz now is today~~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798118499955168501.post-8715655577725535452</id><published>2010-04-28T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:36:38.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>Hello Blogspot~</title><content type='html'>o.0, never tot I'd be bloggin lol. . . But since I have tots dat I wish to express, I tot why not blog online where I can share my curiously enigmatic  perverted lil mind~~~~ lol, anyways, this is da start of my blog, those who have read dis may comment on it as much as they like~~~ more than 5 repeated comments I'll consider a spam n report on da lil bugger~ So have a nice day after you read ppl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798118499955168501-8715655577725535452?l=jasonphyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8715655577725535452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8715655577725535452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798118499955168501/posts/default/8715655577725535452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonphyre.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-blogspot.html' title='Hello Blogspot~'/><author><name>JasonPhyre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376435331255947679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6_wF4sGMA/Tayt444q9PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IGxNV6UROeI/s220/216109_1986921358904_1419405688_2346608_4858715_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
