<?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-29593155</id><updated>2011-09-30T20:04:54.266+08:00</updated><category term='unless something happen to me i won&apos;t forget you guys'/><category term='dolls are string attached to the pupeteer'/><category term='ask the cookies'/><category term='WOOOO'/><category term='influence'/><category term='learn more'/><category term='i&apos;m not taking it for granted.'/><category term='ask the choco chip cookies'/><category term='full of bull and horseshit'/><category term='defected'/><category term='I heard there&apos;s peace when you fall in love'/><category term='to live or not to live'/><category term='what  would you say?'/><category term='opposite'/><category term='officially'/><category term='ps'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='oldies'/><category term='without you....'/><category term='the way you see things'/><category term='practice more'/><category term='yoshiki is the new god'/><category term='cause the choco chip cookies IS the ruler of all cookies'/><category term='to eat or not to eat'/><category term='recovered ^^'/><category term='understanding the fact is not a choice'/><category term='101 how does it feel.'/><category term='bloody hell'/><category term='reality has lost to fantasy or is it still the other way round'/><category term='and you get it right'/><category term='where romance is'/><category term='imy.'/><category term='pace yourself people'/><category term='reflect on yourself'/><category term='to love or not to love'/><category term='the art of life'/><category term='ily :)'/><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, the blog where ups and down sad or fun... everything about my life will be recorded down here.. dumping all the memory here and giving space for more memory..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-278299620793987088</id><published>2011-01-02T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:09:35.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New year. 2011/12/13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;new to buy list:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shutter release control - $28    GND filter-$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ND filter-$70    11-16mm  f/2.8 tokina- $980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash 580ex- $800       flash sync- $58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light stand - $90        tripod- $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7D body - $2000    camera bag: $200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total for camera: $4446&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new shoes: $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new jeans: $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new tee: $140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total for wears:  $360&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$4806 for everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walan where to get all the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New resolution:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short courses: first media design sch, diploma in photography (beginners, intermediate, advanced) - $1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good son - priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buff up - priceless, well..gym pricing $1.50/session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get more clients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get exposures from my coming industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do well in attachment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A DRIVING LICENSE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly find a partner? I don't know bout tt since im tight on finance and everything else is priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna live up to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total money to use for everything: &lt;strong&gt;$6806&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-278299620793987088?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/278299620793987088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=278299620793987088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/278299620793987088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/278299620793987088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-835241189945239070</id><published>2010-12-15T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:01:50.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's has been great recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up a new company with my bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going well with my classmates despites those politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going good with all the flirtings and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my photography has been on a new turn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is still something missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one big chunk of it...sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope 2011 will be a good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-835241189945239070?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/835241189945239070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=835241189945239070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/835241189945239070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/835241189945239070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-has-been-great-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2799843396606297964</id><published>2010-11-06T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:00:45.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life have alot of opportunities, but just like how there is a source of light, there will also be a shadow...Life also offers alot of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really got me pondering what has life got to offer for me....if i just have to live and not expect, then what is living? If i have expectation and not get to live with it, what is living too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2799843396606297964?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2799843396606297964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2799843396606297964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2799843396606297964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2799843396606297964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-have-alot-of-opportunities-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-794842816779858173</id><published>2010-10-21T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:08:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i say i couldn't be bothered about myself and people around me already, is not because i have given up hopes for my friends or myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rather, why would i be bothered to care about things like how i will look in front of people, the way i talk. It really occurs to me that....there's really no one special for me to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can't be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-794842816779858173?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/794842816779858173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=794842816779858173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/794842816779858173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/794842816779858173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-say-i-couldnt-be-bothered-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8115521438191131293</id><published>2010-10-08T05:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:22:50.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place growing dust. but somethings i really wanna share about what i think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i am always pissed off  at what my mom always says that my IQ is very slow compared to others, i kinda agree of it when i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my ez-link card is still blue colour, my friend's all orange...when my turned orange theirs is turning green soon...sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it come to me that although im always lagging behind i really couldn't just let myself stay behind like it should..and should just stand up and emerge from being slow, i might be slow, lagging behind them in terms of education...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it gives me the ample space and time for me to develop myself properly to do what i want and make a point that what i am doing is what that is going to keep me going for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which come to think of it, for some very random moment in my life, i became fond of photography....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young i wanna be a scientist...then i wanna be an artist and it carries on, then i wanna become a graphic designer...and now photography...the one that has everything i want. HAHA ..why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography has elements of sciences in it..especially in regards to light..art is needless to say how it is a big contribution to photography..then designing on how i can post-process my image digitally..awesome much..guess i found my rice bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random post though bye ppls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8115521438191131293?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8115521438191131293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8115521438191131293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8115521438191131293'/><link rel='self' 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fun. haha, cant wait for the future where i get paid doing what i like to do, so looking forward to tt type of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the excitement as i imagined it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what growing up feels like! hahahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-812454475396318203?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/812454475396318203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=812454475396318203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/812454475396318203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/812454475396318203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-has-been-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-262550249121903402</id><published>2010-08-05T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:48:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i think, life is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does people say that life is unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they took an apple and compared it with a durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the other party is EXACTLY identical to you from looks to behaviour to what you are doing, and have the result better than you, than life is really unfair to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, just accept it, life is fair, what comes along, comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-262550249121903402?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/262550249121903402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=262550249121903402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/262550249121903402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/262550249121903402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8697566276448349979</id><published>2010-08-02T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:27:16.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have come to a conclusion that you can think whatever you want to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never a control-freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8697566276448349979?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1655136080770423134</id><published>2010-08-01T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:32:10.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT IS OKAY TO ASSUME ABOUT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT SERIOUSLY GO OVERBOARD IF THE ASSUMPTIONS IS NEVER RIGHT ABOUT THE PERSON AND INSISTED THAT IT IS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1655136080770423134?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1655136080770423134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1655136080770423134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1655136080770423134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1655136080770423134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-okay-to-assume-about-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6614677348102210900</id><published>2010-07-22T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:46:36.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just wish that someone would be there to be with you til the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6614677348102210900?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6614677348102210900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6614677348102210900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6614677348102210900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6614677348102210900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-you-just-wish-that-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3868631816426366128</id><published>2010-07-17T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:40:24.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLANK. CONTRADICTION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably what is my life since then til now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3868631816426366128?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3868631816426366128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3868631816426366128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3868631816426366128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3868631816426366128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blank.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4832905913165398923</id><published>2010-07-10T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:22:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye and hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in archive now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4832905913165398923?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4832905913165398923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4832905913165398923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4832905913165398923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4832905913165398923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-and-hello-everything-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4295272527152596036</id><published>2010-03-23T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:05:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motion blur</title><content type='html'>life is like a blur,&lt;br /&gt;when you thought that you know everything is right,&lt;br /&gt;the moment you blink your eye,&lt;br /&gt;everything is not what you thought it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4295272527152596036?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4295272527152596036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4295272527152596036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4295272527152596036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4295272527152596036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/motion-blur.html' title='motion blur'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2706484968382523273</id><published>2010-02-09T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:44:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i ever were to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear friends&lt;br /&gt;dear family&lt;br /&gt;dear girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please use season in the sun for the song to play at my funeral k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlucky to say this now since cny is nearing, but i just think the song is very meaningful and nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoo kfc is freaking cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2706484968382523273?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2706484968382523273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2706484968382523273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2706484968382523273'/><link 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/images/i/2003/36/7/4/zip_it.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember very well there is a prominent quote inside the manager office at bongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you ever regret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be wonderful that people should have an automated zip on the mouth and when you are going to explode the zip will zip your mouth for you. i think that is a perfect world, and i definitely need one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ps. im sorry for hurting you, words and action. And i can't atone for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://jaxabrat.deviantart.com/art/zip-it-2954907&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-727509026531829499?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/727509026531829499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=727509026531829499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/727509026531829499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/727509026531829499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-will-be-better-if-im-not-human-but.html' title='It will be better if i&apos;m not a human, but a handiplast'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4405394551614168519</id><published>2010-01-25T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:06:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2eba6f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 639px; height: 452px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2eba6f5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/10rs2a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i done it myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4405394551614168519?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4405394551614168519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4405394551614168519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4405394551614168519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4405394551614168519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2eba6f5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5556512184274790332</id><published>2010-01-20T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:18:47.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question: Write a 6-word story about your life. [Feel free to explain about it, if its necessary.] &lt;br /&gt;Response: 6 words about my current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5556512184274790332?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5556512184274790332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5556512184274790332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5556512184274790332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5556512184274790332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-write-6-word-story-about-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6440648731475172634</id><published>2010-01-18T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:09:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life, hasn't been in the right direction so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is time for me to retrack and to make life better, for me, for her, for everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let love be my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to do my best, wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6440648731475172634?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6440648731475172634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6440648731475172634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6440648731475172634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6440648731475172634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-hasnt-been-in-right-direction-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6828954326762995047</id><published>2010-01-12T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:04:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/S0vmddLBSAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gd11jyfGZe0/s1600-h/Image0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/S0vmddLBSAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gd11jyfGZe0/s320/Image0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425683569819338754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; for every single thing that you have done for me and i appreciate it alot, it was the greatest surprise i ever got in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you bros and sisters for coming too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6828954326762995047?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6828954326762995047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6828954326762995047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6828954326762995047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6828954326762995047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-love-for-every-single-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/S0vmddLBSAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gd11jyfGZe0/s72-c/Image0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-851819855522029685</id><published>2010-01-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:27:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiest day in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years old, it could be a good year this year , despite everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all up and ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-851819855522029685?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/851819855522029685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=851819855522029685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/851819855522029685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/851819855522029685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiest-day-in-my-life-19-years-old-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5343338155637935377</id><published>2010-01-04T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:56:55.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is specially for you baby :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4ae65971eeae1160/4b4158f5ed8b23e6/4ae65971eeae1160/557fe2f4/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5343338155637935377?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2182152285328123513</id><published>2010-01-02T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:47:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will bew good, with baby, and friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's walk down the lane together :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2182152285328123513?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2182152285328123513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2182152285328123513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sums all the days spent together as a couple up till now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a *preeeeeetyyyy* romantic night !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xjP20WmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_ZRrOlzabJU/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xjP20WmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_ZRrOlzabJU/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422106957999004258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xiktLHmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-tw0AzClspU/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xiktLHmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-tw0AzClspU/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422106946415828578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xiYqskQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9dwJ5sclzqg/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xiYqskQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9dwJ5sclzqg/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422106943184212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xh4NC0fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/d4uWwBD6alc/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xh4NC0fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/d4uWwBD6alc/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422106934469906930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xjuJ38hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zmHduP35Ino/s1600-h/Photo0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xjuJ38hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zmHduP35Ino/s320/Photo0482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422106966131995154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8282604622706826031?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sz8xjP20WmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_ZRrOlzabJU/s72-c/IMG_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5582700193149301908</id><published>2009-12-24T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:53:58.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI "WHATEVER" -&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who the fuck will get this name anyway, use anonymous next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE IS MY FRIEND :D&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/29593155-5582700193149301908?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5582700193149301908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3927030588190297837</id><published>2009-12-15T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:43:02.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SydnnB-DBgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/whnJbrLT-ow/s1600-h/spiderman4withmich+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SydnnB-DBgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/whnJbrLT-ow/s320/spiderman4withmich+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415410997177550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;let me save you from the dark dearest, light will come again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3927030588190297837?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3927030588190297837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3927030588190297837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3927030588190297837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3927030588190297837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-save-you-from-dark-dearest-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SydnnB-DBgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/whnJbrLT-ow/s72-c/spiderman4withmich+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7770680930175585779</id><published>2009-12-12T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:29:24.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry night</title><content type='html'>Stary night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work i saw a very nice set of star, first time seeing so many stars and one particular spot somemore. Never noticed that this set of star until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i watched i thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever dreamt of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not the bad things, the happier things. Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt; i hope you do...f&lt;br /&gt;rom the day i know you until now, I havent stop saying good night and sweet dreams to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i may skipped some good morning and morning calls..but at the end of the day i want you to have a good night and a sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting up the days where i started saying good night and sweet dreams to you consistently, it at least have been 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months, a few hundred times at least...i wonder if you ever reallly had a sweet dream and how i wish i know and i can swim in your dream and take part in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) good night and sweet dream dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always watching over you when you are sleeping. Do you know that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7770680930175585779?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7770680930175585779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7770680930175585779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7770680930175585779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7770680930175585779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/starry-night.html' title='Starry night'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5837840127178411525</id><published>2009-12-01T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:57:50.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pray to the moon at night, and it happen to have 3 occasions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. to let her know of my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. to let her life be better and meet someone good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd. thankfulness for watching over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever give up on me moon, i need you, your my only source of reliance when i'm alone and down and everything else. And i thank you for being there for me always...well except for certain months hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5837840127178411525?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5837840127178411525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5837840127178411525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5837840127178411525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5837840127178411525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-pray-to-moon-at-night-and-it-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-386319138282301412</id><published>2009-11-30T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:43:25.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='officially'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ily :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SxKkdSLT8BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/v1Kr_5eTbgU/s1600/Photo+5+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SxKkdSLT8BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/v1Kr_5eTbgU/s320/Photo+5+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409566925427830802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thank you steve for helping so much, i will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you girl..for making me the luckiest guy on the whole galaxies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-386319138282301412?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/386319138282301412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=386319138282301412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/386319138282301412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/386319138282301412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thank-you-steve-for-helping-so-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SxKkdSLT8BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/v1Kr_5eTbgU/s72-c/Photo+5+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3337553287767114576</id><published>2009-11-17T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:09:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beautiful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within temptation - forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't save you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Love you so it hurts my soul&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me for trying again&lt;br /&gt;Your silence makes me hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Oh, time has passed you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;Here I am left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the clouds drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Still the sun can't warm my face&lt;br /&gt;I know it was destined to go wrong&lt;br /&gt;You were looking for the great escape&lt;br /&gt;To chase your demons away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;And here I am left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lost since you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Why not me before you&lt;br /&gt;Why did fate deceive me&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that's done's forgiven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3337553287767114576?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3337553287767114576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3337553287767114576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3337553287767114576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3337553287767114576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7963627646883916330</id><published>2009-11-10T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:47:05.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once ask me, why can't everybody just be nice so that everyone can be happy, that question kinda stumped me a little ,but i managed to come up with something saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if everyone is happy, then there won't be happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or well, that is what i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Svl2Zz1bp9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zCX9fuNZCwg/s1600-h/quote.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Svl2Zz1bp9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zCX9fuNZCwg/s320/quote.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402479413790746578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I sorta come up with a hypothesis, or rather a cognitive process of thinking using empherical proof to proof my stand, nothing better to do anyway. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us take a look of a typical life of someone who have his up and down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this is how his life is going to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Svl78AukhvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T-IuPz_lK74/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Svl78AukhvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/T-IuPz_lK74/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402485498925319922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we take a look at those people who live their life at all time low and at all time high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SvmKIvxrZdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3UH3i2xlfws/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SvmKIvxrZdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3UH3i2xlfws/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402501110876038610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue line represent the all time low, the pink line represents the all time high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it, statiscally the pink one definitely have a better time than the blue one. But we look at things holistically again, if everyone life is like the blue and the pink one, i'm sorry to say that, there is no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one will know what is sadness, hence no sadness is known to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one will know what is happiness, hence no happiness is known to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that allows us to know what is happiness and what is sadness is the one with the ups and down, cause the downs makes the ups feel so much better, greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you exprienced the good and bad times you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you know what is happiness and what is sadness now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7963627646883916330?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7963627646883916330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7963627646883916330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7963627646883916330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7963627646883916330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-once-ask-me-why-cant-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Svl2Zz1bp9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zCX9fuNZCwg/s72-c/quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3878038007677616469</id><published>2009-10-25T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:48:57.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been reading blogs, then realised, i've been living in a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many inspiration out there, from breathing all the way to seeing ants walking around, (shit i'm grossed out thinking that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to really get out of the shell and give myself more inspiration, more time to reflect on life, and finding time for myself, when I know I don't really have it, unless I share it with thy lady and my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SuNE0re8VII/AAAAAAAAATs/QcuZK80-toM/s1600-h/04042009247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SuNE0re8VII/AAAAAAAAATs/QcuZK80-toM/s320/04042009247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396232450336380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clouds and wind.&lt;br /&gt;by myself. long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sometimes ago, the lady said that i'm like the wind, coming and go as I please. Come to think about it, I really was like that, haha, coming and going off around people pretty unpredictable. But sometimes I just wish to be like the cloud, slow, steady, taking forms as the weather wishes. Just passing the time, the life like that. Seeing things holistically, seeing things from above, watching as time and the flow passes by as  I travel around. Kinda like my ideal life. But if my life is like that, I wouldnt have been broke to death. What's living without money? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://languagelearning.campuseuropae.org/file.php/1/News/work_in_progress.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 298px;" src="http://languagelearning.campuseuropae.org/file.php/1/News/work_in_progress.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working my ass off for this year especially since I started working manically since january. I have never imagined the day where I will always be sick from fatigue, and recently got it struck pretty bad, acid burns in the chest. But well, no point sulking or complaining, at least I find joy in them. I have always believed that the best money earned is not the quantity of the hours you worked. But the quality of time you work there. :) Don't worry, imma super hero, I shall endure it through, to my breaking point before I say "i quit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00958/money-graphics-2005_958909a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 194px;" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00958/money-graphics-2005_958909a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clock with no hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I find that clocks having hand have no purpose at all, cause the speed of time will never be consistent. It is sometimes fast, sometimes slow. So what's the point of seeing the clock? I don't have a watch by the way, and I live by that pretty strongly, even when watches tells the standing status of the man, which is pretty much important to our pride. And probably for the ladies as well, but who cares. I'm not superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.45am now, and I started blogging this at 2.15am. I thought that it's just 2.30am, but who knows it is as what I see. time passes really fast, and felt really slow when I kinda dread going to work later, but meh, I need time to pass faster for whatever reason, that i could not think off. Maybe it's because i'm an impatient lad and want things to come and go fast. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,  I'm becoming very naggy here, on and on about my pathetic life and behaviour. Time to kick some sprite from "suikoden tierkkress" which i currently ACCIDENTALLY SAVED A NEW FILE OVER MY 90 HOURS GAME PLAY, pissed off with myself -.-. Now i have to restart everything. Alright bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3878038007677616469?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3878038007677616469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3878038007677616469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3878038007677616469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3878038007677616469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-reading-blogs-then-realised-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SuNE0re8VII/AAAAAAAAATs/QcuZK80-toM/s72-c/04042009247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7318629791686408810</id><published>2009-10-21T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:59:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://iloverainchangforever.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7318629791686408810?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7318629791686408810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7318629791686408810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7318629791686408810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7318629791686408810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpiloverainchangforever.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7311199543308930617</id><published>2009-10-21T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:58:15.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天是21/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也代表了我的i-touch也有了一个月，十一天。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也代表了我对她也对我的感情有了一个月，十一天大的肯定和诚恳的感动。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望我们会开开心心的过日子， 信任对方，爱着对方， 又较少的吵架和不好怀念的事。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我爱你， 没有别的方法在表示我在想说的话了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7311199543308930617?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7311199543308930617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7311199543308930617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7311199543308930617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7311199543308930617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/211009-i-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1520608708187544005</id><published>2009-10-16T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:09:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are fine alrdy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't happen again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1520608708187544005?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1520608708187544005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1520608708187544005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1520608708187544005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1520608708187544005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-are-fine-alrdy-it-wont-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3984604040203851338</id><published>2009-10-14T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:27:04.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defected'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like always, put some words and thoughts into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wished that I could have helped, one way or anoher, but i guess, i just can't help much. At all... i'm a defected tool, trying to give a promise that I am useful. But sometimes, I realise that trying to hard just isn't it. Cause a defected tools, is always a defcted tools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3984604040203851338?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3984604040203851338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3984604040203851338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3984604040203851338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3984604040203851338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/blank.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4652224900975400020</id><published>2009-10-03T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:29:05.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF3grZ-t1i8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF3grZ-t1i8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating..haha but cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss you alot....2nd day not seeing you.. =/&lt;br /&gt;when are we going to have many many time spent together? sighhh&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/29593155-4652224900975400020?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4652224900975400020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4652224900975400020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4652224900975400020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4652224900975400020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6346215673863848429</id><published>2009-09-27T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T05:10:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple break up story</title><content type='html'>totally original,  by Jianyang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, this has no relation to my life! NO! Just doing it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A SIMPLE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did she sms me&lt;/span&gt;?" Melody asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold silence followed after the question, the guy left his head hanging, away from Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why the silence?&lt;/span&gt;" Melody asked, tears rolling down, face flushing red from the running fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't exert yourself, baby. Fever...you have a fever, go back and rest&lt;/span&gt;" muttered the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You'd still calls me baby, should I trust that you are still loving me? Please?&lt;/span&gt;" Melody calmed herself. Wiping off tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy, kept his silence, looking straight into her eyes, keeping firmly to the silence from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd take that as a yes? I trust that you are not giving me perfuntorily answer, please?&lt;/span&gt;" A repeat of silence follows, Melody trembles, tears rolling down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left her head hanging down, for a while, she took a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Or is it all over?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy kept his silence once again. Melody fell to her knees, pushing herself up from the floor, tears falling onto the ground one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mutters "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I understand&lt;/span&gt;," looking up to him, with a smile, so serene, yet her eyes seems to betray her expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, the guy, make a turn, before taking his first step to freedom away from Melody, a stream of words make their way into his ears.. and it seems to be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why I'm I no longer your happiness that you longed for?&lt;/span&gt;" Said with Melody, gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do I still smile and say I understood the situation?&lt;/span&gt;" she struggled with her breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have loved,&lt;/span&gt;" Melody voice trembles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because, I would not have pretended that I understood every single time, so you wouldn't tell me the damn truth, so blunt, so painful, that it hurts... it hurts. IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS!&lt;/span&gt;" Melody yelled with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But i guessed, my pride drag me around in this circle call love, so that I won't embarassed myself...or...so I wouldn't lose you&lt;/span&gt;" Melody calmed herself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy griped his hand into a fist, holding on to it so tightly, that blood starts dripping down, hurt from the nails sinking too deep into the flesh of his palm, and he took his second step, the second of freedom away from Melody, but was halted again by her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody hugged him from behind so tight that she was dragged on when the guy took his third step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mutters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss the times where we talked to our own shadows when there is no more topics&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss the times where we still continues to love each other after every arguments,&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss the times where you will hug me so tightly that it hurts&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I still remember the birthday&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The tightest grip on my left hand,&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The most beautiful sight, from the sky, the fireworks of love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The warmest chest&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The softest lips&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and...the love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody lost her control, the clouds takes over her head, she breaks out in tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I STILL WANNA LOVE YOU! LET'S LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN, BUT WHY! WHY IS IT DIFFERENT THIS TIME! WHY! WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE PROMISES&lt;/span&gt;?" she screamed, she let go of her grip, turns the guy around and pounded his chest repeatedly with her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHICH ONE OF US HAVE LOVED WITH TOO MUCH FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHICH ONE OF US HAVE BEEN TOO POSSESIVE?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO TOOK MY HEART AWAY?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO WALKED AWAY ALONE?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO HAS FORGOTTEN TO LOOK AT ME?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO HAS MADE THE LOVE SO OVERBEARING?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO HAS FORGOTTEN TO BE GENTLE WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO LOVE YOU, BUT WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN TO GIVE THE CHANCE?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stopped her pounding, fell to her knees for the second time, losing all her strength to the pouding, to the fever. She took the last bit of strength to wipe her tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Go have your freedom, away from me. I'm not the one you need anymore...I will be carefree, I will be happy&lt;/span&gt;," She took a deep breathe, lifted her head up and looked into his eyes, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you too much, that is why, I will not cry anymore...that is why...  I won't say anymore, go have your freedom, dearest&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy turns around with tears rolling down his cheeks, keeping his silence, he ran, towards freedom. Towards...a new road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But who can understand how unwilling I am? Who can understand that I am just pretending to be at ease... Who can understand that...I can't let him go..&lt;/span&gt;." Said melody with tears rolling down her cheeks, falling unconcious to the beautiful sunset at the park. Falling on herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6346215673863848429?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6346215673863848429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6346215673863848429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6346215673863848429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6346215673863848429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-break-up-story.html' title='a simple break up story'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7934630916528373372</id><published>2009-09-22T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:18:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXkW-h9nrqY/SrLgh5AA9JI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/FnOK8vkAUTI/s1600/IMG_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 433px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXkW-h9nrqY/SrLgh5AA9JI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/FnOK8vkAUTI/s1600/IMG_4885.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7934630916528373372?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7934630916528373372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7934630916528373372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7934630916528373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7934630916528373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXkW-h9nrqY/SrLgh5AA9JI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/FnOK8vkAUTI/s72-c/IMG_4885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4315999208157192999</id><published>2009-09-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:01:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't know what to blog anymore. feel like shutting down this blog, fullest-life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monotonous-routine-life.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye readers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4315999208157192999?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4315999208157192999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4315999208157192999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4315999208157192999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4315999208157192999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-dont-know-what-to-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5664103786941339987</id><published>2009-09-10T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:58:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:500%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5664103786941339987?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5664103786941339987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5664103786941339987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5664103786941339987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5664103786941339987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8486455034358924615</id><published>2009-09-05T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:04:45.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, from alanis - ironic, find this phrase of her lyrics very meaningful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you &lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right &lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when &lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up &lt;br /&gt;In your face &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/29593155-8486455034358924615?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8486455034358924615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8486455034358924615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8486455034358924615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8486455034358924615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-from-alanis-ironic-find-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-550282533436177809</id><published>2009-09-05T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:31:10.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>put in my blogsongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alanis morissette - ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril lavigne - nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colin raye - love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-550282533436177809?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/550282533436177809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=550282533436177809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/550282533436177809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/550282533436177809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-in-my-blogsongs.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8464088009624053083</id><published>2009-09-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:41:03.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's has been kind so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the little downs in my life so far this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something else out there that makes up for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god gives you something but took away the same equivalent amount of thing worth of the thing that god have given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i paid a handful of my luck and probably many other things, cause it's so worth it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8464088009624053083?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8464088009624053083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8464088009624053083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8464088009624053083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8464088009624053083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-has-been-kind-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1709032006270840624</id><published>2009-08-31T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:40:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its at night, but this song, the lyrics and melodies makes a sad soul even sadder but more firm. haha! no people i'm not sad, but i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violet uk (yoshiki of x japan feat. daughter) - unnamed song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLKlYe_7L1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLKlYe_7L1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give up the video, it sucks, listen the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1709032006270840624?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1709032006270840624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1709032006270840624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1709032006270840624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1709032006270840624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-at-night-but-this-song-lyrics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-583860339896018330</id><published>2009-08-30T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:02:47.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay with me</title><content type='html'>if the feelings of wanting to see you overflow&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if these thoughts will reach you?&lt;br /&gt;just the sight of you appearing through this small window&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;that day long ago, the tears I had carried&lt;br /&gt;I quietly left them behind&lt;br /&gt;as I wished for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;you are my one precious ray of light&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be connected hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;with you forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;and continue towards tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;walking along that road with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the chest of time, my wings were trapped&lt;br /&gt;you let me ride on the wind&lt;br /&gt;descending suddenly upon the evening street&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the courage to start singing&lt;br /&gt;for you, I'll try hard&lt;br /&gt;and won't give up easily&lt;br /&gt;this sparking heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;your willingness to listen to my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;together with you, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;I want to gaze&lt;br /&gt;at that which&lt;br /&gt;the moon, the sun and the two of us can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;you are surely, positively are another me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be connected hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;with you forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;and continue towards tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;walking along that road with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-583860339896018330?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/583860339896018330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=583860339896018330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/583860339896018330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/583860339896018330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/stay-with-me.html' title='stay with me'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7199202689693250721</id><published>2009-08-27T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:44:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wil ltake on more challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to be easy when thingsa come throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will pull it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have faith in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7199202689693250721?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7199202689693250721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7199202689693250721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7199202689693250721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7199202689693250721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/refreshed.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6510108213393506328</id><published>2009-08-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:25:08.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without you....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;你快把幸福找回来。。 。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you won't need me anymore this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the worst today.&lt;br /&gt;never will i think i will release everything this way..&lt;br /&gt;how good it could have bee if you hadn't met me...you could have been laughing with her now..&lt;br /&gt;now..i took away your smiles...when i promised to take away your tears..&lt;br /&gt;now..i destroyed something precious to you..when i promised that it won't happen under my care.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;yes, all these was a lie, i lied, i joked.&lt;br /&gt;i lied that i loved you, i joked about the promises made.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at alll the moments we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a mistake, a terrible mistake you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry angel, i destroyed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/29593155-6510108213393506328?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6510108213393506328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6510108213393506328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6510108213393506328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6510108213393506328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5296402531446567873</id><published>2009-08-18T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:40:49.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry that im not the best looking guy in the world,&lt;br /&gt;and that I can never fulfil your basic needs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I'm always a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i care too much, concern too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you matters to me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank you, cause your existence flatters me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5296402531446567873?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5296402531446567873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5296402531446567873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5296402531446567873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5296402531446567873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry-that-im-not-best-looking-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1500412510076127511</id><published>2009-08-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:36:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do i make up for the insecurity in u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking, probing, questioning and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will go well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1500412510076127511?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1500412510076127511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1500412510076127511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1500412510076127511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1500412510076127511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-i-make-up-for-insecurity-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5442876660498291308</id><published>2009-08-15T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:21:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>失败者&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5442876660498291308?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5442876660498291308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5442876660498291308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5442876660498291308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5442876660498291308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2941416454038250403</id><published>2009-08-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:57:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the jianyang that have been living for the past 8 month this year is gonna shed himself and evolve again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and time again i have been reminded by people that I have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, i feel like a piece of shit, as told by many others also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were has that Jianyang who always held his pride so high that nobody can ever touch it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to say there is nothing good about this new jianyang, this new jianyang is so much more committed to last time, ranging from personal repsonsibilities all the way to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck this fucking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Jianyang would be spirited, Determined, full of life, and yet still committed and filled with responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going back into his prime AND HE MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(except her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2941416454038250403?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2941416454038250403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2941416454038250403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2941416454038250403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2941416454038250403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/jianyang-that-have-been-living-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3587378423688964853</id><published>2009-08-13T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:09:48.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not taking it for granted.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果开始就能看见幸福。。。&lt;br /&gt;不再别人眼光旁望而迷路。。。&lt;br /&gt;我可能会把爱看得不清楚。。&lt;br /&gt;也不会想把你的手牢牢握住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果，这是通往爱的路途。。。&lt;br /&gt;也许过程要注定不会一帆风顺，&lt;br /&gt;但我不后悔，&lt;br /&gt;选择，&lt;br /&gt;这条路。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应为这让我， 深深体会 。。。幸福和活着的感触&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3587378423688964853?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3587378423688964853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3587378423688964853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3587378423688964853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3587378423688964853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6102765855800616281</id><published>2009-08-13T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:59:59.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a really rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouted and screamed at by manager and customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the age of 18, i feel like i have rewinded myself back to pri.1 Where all the shits happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i imagined a conversation between myself, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"hey, why are we rewinding jy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"i don't know, jy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"we need to stop rewinding back to how we were when we suffer the most for 6 years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"okay, i will press the play button."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"wait, the play button?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"but right now, we are way back to that stage, we need to get back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"okay, let me find the forward button."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"but ..where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"but ..where is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my view on quarrels and rocky times when people are in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it shows you the truth, cause it shows how strong they are as people COMMITING in a relationship, take for a very good example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumper cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when two bumpers cars clashes, it's just like two people clashing in as relationship, abrupt, sudden and maybe expriencing pain, but the pulls each apart...but does it mean it's a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see it in another way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after clashing you will be pulled apart forcefully, but what ave you gained? An understanding. An analysis. A statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why all these?let's say there's only two people in this bumper cars field,&lt;br /&gt; If you are the driver of each bumper car, after the first clash, you will know how the person is like, before you bump again, in a totally new angle or ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think at it in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are understanding your partner more, and this time, you will see problems from another angle, and be able to understanding each other more again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...for most, it's a moment of seperation and depression. Cause there's  a gap, so close, yet so far, people are numb and too shocked from that abrupt bump from each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is it's up and down, but whether or not, two party are willing to take the down with stride and persevere through, thing's will be good. And a stronger bond will be forged, like how a sword is made from strong heats and non-stop clashing and hammering from the hammer, and lastly cooling it down, to form a blade so sharp that it cuts any obstacle that come's it way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not meant as a bad thing nor a god thing it's something from within...and i didn't said it like how you mentioned it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i said was, promises made from me, seems to go another way around, cause you are the one fulfiling it.  I feel useless. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is that missing feeling? i felt a gap. Which i don't know why? is it coming from me trying too hard to acede to what we have promised each other? Or is it coming from another source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, things will be positive. Cause i feel like now, we are in the furnace, being hammered down for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6102765855800616281?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6102765855800616281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6102765855800616281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6102765855800616281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6102765855800616281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-really-rough-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7280562594607586905</id><published>2009-08-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:51:04.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a rough day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit wrong in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but worse of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt this sting of sadness for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7280562594607586905?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7280562594607586905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7280562594607586905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7280562594607586905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7280562594607586905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-rough-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5648010696895128468</id><published>2009-08-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:54:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, communication module showed a video about eating dog meats..and people are pitying dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens to the other meat source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why just pity the dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wan to go vegetarian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5648010696895128468?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5648010696895128468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5648010696895128468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5648010696895128468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5648010696895128468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/recently-communication-module-showed.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7753080253603454203</id><published>2009-08-10T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:02:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a roof on top of the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7753080253603454203?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7753080253603454203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7753080253603454203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7753080253603454203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7753080253603454203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-roof-on-top-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1798181321817406247</id><published>2009-08-09T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:36:32.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imy.'/><title type='text'>long long time ago</title><content type='html'>long long time ago...i told many people many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not very long ago..i told alson this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am an unlucky person because i have wished to know her and fall in love with her in exchange of half my luck. And I have used it up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1798181321817406247?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1798181321817406247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1798181321817406247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1798181321817406247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1798181321817406247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-long-time-ago.html' title='long long time ago'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1907405987975347237</id><published>2009-08-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:19:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: BORING BLOGPOST AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How mature are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through life for 18 years and more in my life, i came to know there are many different stages of maturity that I exprienced through myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to go in deep since toddler, people would question the credibility, so let's start at teenage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first step to maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well people, childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish is known as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  of, like, or befitting a child: childish games.&lt;br /&gt;2.  puerile; weak; silly: childish fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's is defined by the dictionary. People especially those at the age of 13 - 15 label actions like, going crazy at a party, playing games at camps and literally playing as childish. And they engage at activities like, giving "advices", "reflecting" their thoughts on life, thinking how "miserable" their life is, as mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not playing, going crazy, engage in fun activities at the age of 13 - 15 is considered childish or making yourself deprived of enjoyment, at least for me. Why? Don't bullshit with me, how miserable can you get when you can blog? receive education? Have friends? have at least a steady? Lose your first kiss etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much advices can you give when you have yet to exprience anything else in life other than thinking you are very miserable in life, you practically made another person as miserable as you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please act your age and nothing more! No one is forcing you to grow up so soon, besides, by thinking so 'maturely' at the age of 13 surely, it doesn't allow you to do things legally at the age of 18 or 21 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next step! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around the age of 16 - 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have exprienced somethings, love lifes...work expriences...friends falling in and out..probably some small knowledge of handling family problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at this age, people hit this level of maturity, which is engaged at majorly. Offering advices, based on your expriences. I personally done that..alot of times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this stage of maturity, you tend to want people to live for the better, not see them rot. Hence you start to have this mature stage of thinking, "I want to let them feel ..... (wadever words that can make them feel better than what they are feeling now)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally haven't seen much of the defects in this stage compare to the previous one, cause i personally like this stage alot...so hmm well probably share it again once i know about it's defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stage of maturity now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at some points of life, you would care-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing her put this, "No communication doesn't mean I don't care, it meant that i care too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly! Caring less doesn't mean I don't care, but rather, if learning by going through the processes in your life could benefit you at large, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may shrug it off at being cold, ruthless, heartless, no compassion. But don't just look things at the surface, people still offer advices to the one in trouble when they need it, but they know, words are just so much they can do. How long can your friend in trouble depend on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me post you this question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hungry man is by the river, would you give him a fish that is readily cook for him, or will you teach him how to cook and fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i say anymore? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what level are you now people ? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1907405987975347237?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1907405987975347237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1907405987975347237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1907405987975347237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1907405987975347237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/mature.html' title='Mature.'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6979377664382627951</id><published>2009-08-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:04:41.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings.</title><content type='html'>Had pretty strong craving recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complete my pokemon game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complete my sims 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a meet up with my buddiessss..&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat all my thailand food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as western food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about japanese food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe look at some pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and envy those good loking guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probaby disturb my friends at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately... i want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do those things that i promised her! eg, kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend times with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can i finsih all those cravings? hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6979377664382627951?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6979377664382627951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6979377664382627951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6979377664382627951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6979377664382627951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/cravings.html' title='Cravings.'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8839515806006827896</id><published>2009-07-31T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:58:12.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8839515806006827896?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8839515806006827896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8839515806006827896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8839515806006827896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8839515806006827896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-view-on-yourself-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-343993375579553606</id><published>2009-07-30T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:19:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed blogskins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to josephine uh. copy your code :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-343993375579553606?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/343993375579553606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=343993375579553606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/343993375579553606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/343993375579553606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/changed-blogskins-thanks-to-josephine.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6926867376278796944</id><published>2009-07-29T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:36:16.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you nothing is forbidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the words you’re the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is a trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and playing at every chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were just fated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somewhere in heaven it was stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we would come this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a blessing to know you this well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like my personal star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trillion bucks even and I won’t sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you is like natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah though we can be sceptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the conversations are what makes me hyped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come this far walking the same path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifting each other up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can be wherever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget you never let me give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where now we part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the next destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next obstacle, alone somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this still calls for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets celebrate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we laughed and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we gave up and tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we screamed and dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we stressed and pressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we fought and thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we broke and choked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times we cried and sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the great time we can’t deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your place is fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to tell u how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought us together was fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will keep us together is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know this will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will stick together through thick and thins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what decade we’re in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together through styles and trends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we are called... FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meetu Kaur =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6926867376278796944?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6926867376278796944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6926867376278796944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6926867376278796944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6926867376278796944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8500081602680776499</id><published>2009-07-28T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:29:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for everyone out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are no longer their good morning and good night &lt;br /&gt;You became sceptical and tortured deep inside, but just to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;You have tried, but there’s really no pick up point for you. You wonder, where the energy you need is ?&lt;br /&gt;But now, I hope that you won’t feel catastrophic inside because of the good you once had from them.&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare that haunts you so much, you can’t eat and sleep, that reminds you about reality.&lt;br /&gt;Even if life is never perfect,&lt;br /&gt;As long as the existence of that somebody is not a torture to you,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jianyang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8500081602680776499?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8500081602680776499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8500081602680776499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8500081602680776499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8500081602680776499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-everyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7084697371418069579</id><published>2009-07-28T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:50:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd had a sudden rush of fever, 38degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had blocked nose.  As well as headache and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days mc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7084697371418069579?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7084697371418069579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7084697371418069579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7084697371418069579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7084697371418069579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1959550282053650337</id><published>2009-07-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:31:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is a lil' lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always asked myself, how am I able to not miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought about it today, and i found out possible reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, that person and me, no deep affiliation or relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, that somebody has occupied me so much that i don't want to miss that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, that person has occupied me so much so that I felt that i am always with that person even having not seeing the particular person for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think people fall into different category in this part for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently...i'm missing..so what does it mean again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1959550282053650337?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1959550282053650337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1959550282053650337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1959550282053650337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1959550282053650337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6298725251131199854</id><published>2009-07-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:28:57.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired, nowadays I had alot of blunders, Don't know what is with me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad for the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired ..night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6298725251131199854?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6298725251131199854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6298725251131199854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6298725251131199854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6298725251131199854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-nowadays-i-had-alot-of-blunders.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6909914593272736538</id><published>2009-07-23T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:11:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired. depressed. warm. cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel yesterday. I was feeling inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til now, part of it kinda tag along with me til today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;someone teach me how to be bad and nice at the same time LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry too tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6909914593272736538?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6909914593272736538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6909914593272736538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6909914593272736538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6909914593272736538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2410421902072282391</id><published>2009-07-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:42:59.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just another plain normal day + extra fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so actually spent the day after lesson with my communication group to discuss but eventually after contributing one point, my brain is like how how an anus start to release its fart full of energy then die down, then lastly shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my brain shut down for practically 4.30pm all the way til 6pm. then send her home and talk with her here and there things will be fine girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home, conferencing with two crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkinf about collecting nipples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how the nipple look like a mushroom..sorry just hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and orgasm...and scolding each other for no reasons LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomeness at best! ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play pokemon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2410421902072282391?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2410421902072282391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2410421902072282391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2410421902072282391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2410421902072282391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8106308084388627523</id><published>2009-07-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:01:38.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't ben blogging much lately. Very tired, very eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the bad stuff, meant to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, sunday in the morning have to rush to work to jurong green cc..first time heard of it anyway, the crowd was alot, and have to OT but sadly uh, i have to rush to night safari for an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happens that when i board the damn taxi, which drove one whole round when i fell asleep, ccb cost me $30....okay nvm, forget it my fauly for falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay so reach NS. then started the amazing zoo race! team members, wu, yile, me, joyce and cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cute uh my group, immediately we split apart -.- , yile joined other team repeatedly. joyce too slow. cher too fast. only left me and wu keep pace with each other ,but in the end we make it. Ran around zoo like idiot. I bet the entrance ground staff find us irritating we ran through the gate more than 5 times! omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total ran more then 50km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that very shag...reach home sleep..lucky got pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nothing much luh, except at night, i realise i need to learn how to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE NEED TO TEACH ME HOW TO TALK. WE GOT A DUMBO IN CATCHING A GIRL NEEDS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today normal day at RP some random stuff happen, but erm duno how to say whether its good or not, but things should turn out fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is the best classic thing of the year? when we were about to go up the stairs at around 4pm, the door is locked from my side, but can be opened at another side. So korena, huimin,michelle and me were like struggling to ope nthe door then suddenly the door open, and michelle scream, the person who opened the door stared and screamed also. While me and korean started laughing like no tomorrow. haha! random sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup so rush off to work. And wala stll at work -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right bye peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. is there a pause button anywhere around ?? Cause i want to press it when the two of us are just alone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8106308084388627523?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8106308084388627523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8106308084388627523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8106308084388627523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8106308084388627523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-ben-blogging-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2490764324312540722</id><published>2009-07-15T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:42:44.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2490764324312540722?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2490764324312540722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2490764324312540722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2490764324312540722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2490764324312540722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7956021793129538194</id><published>2009-07-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:38:05.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read your msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked myself countless of time whether I like you or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, i like you neither nor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i already love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far am i willing to go for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willing to go to the extend where I will let you go for the person you like and even helped you with him. I willing to tweak myself so much that i never lost any temper on you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always trying to tell you that I  have shown how I love you in the most direct manners, but I can't get your trust. Maybe because recently, boys that you liked have left you for other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl, one thing that i and you and those people out there is similar is, no one can live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can. We need friends, to share our weals and woes. We need friends, we need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is meant to kept lock inside our heart cause when we are down, we take it out and look at them. Those happy and sad memories we been through. Thats what you told me. Don't force yourself, cause you promised to be honest to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for that phrase, it was meant as an inner struggle, cause  i am confused as much, i am hurt as much. We are on the same boat, but the mist is so thick that we don't notice each other. We wonder what is the other side doing. We desperately call out to each other, but all we get is muffled conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hesitate no more. I will get over to feel the other side of the covered mist, i'm coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shout molest. (jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7956021793129538194?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7956021793129538194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7956021793129538194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7956021793129538194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7956021793129538194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-read-your-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3956088540462622824</id><published>2009-07-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:03:36.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>USing the net back at thailand. Very laggy. But i think i can be grateful to be even to use it :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for ebuddy to load, wanted to rant a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe world will do better without the word "again" cause people will move on without expriencing the same thing again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world will do better when the word "if" is struck off the list, because people will work without regrets. Without saying "IF i did this..." "IF i have done that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3956088540462622824?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3956088540462622824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3956088540462622824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3956088540462622824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3956088540462622824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/using-net-back-at-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4688909133891500090</id><published>2009-06-22T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:07:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sj8tnvms6uI/AAAAAAAAATk/paxcsDTOoeM/s1600-h/alson+sperm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sj8tnvms6uI/AAAAAAAAATk/paxcsDTOoeM/s320/alson+sperm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350045043156380386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sj8tnd9MeNI/AAAAAAAAATc/4u_ANCjWIJY/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sj8tnd9MeNI/AAAAAAAAATc/4u_ANCjWIJY/s320/DSC00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350045038418884818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wj! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4688909133891500090?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4688909133891500090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4688909133891500090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4688909133891500090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4688909133891500090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-of-year-me-and-wj-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sj8tnvms6uI/AAAAAAAAATk/paxcsDTOoeM/s72-c/alson+sperm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6435103054841091320</id><published>2009-06-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:58:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good that she is now on the stage of waiting hopefully it will go well for her and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, how far in the future will my 'she' appear? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6435103054841091320?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6435103054841091320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6435103054841091320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6435103054841091320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6435103054841091320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-great-good-that-she-is-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7159319346727014473</id><published>2009-06-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:58:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went out for a little while, went to meet someone at vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk around hear out her woes and be a good listening ear dedicate for her a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were talking I came to realise alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mms.gov/mmsKids/Energy/SavingEnergyatHome3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.mms.gov/mmsKids/Energy/SavingEnergyatHome3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home? What exactly is home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a home suppose to be something you brought yourself, and in there there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;your family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;your bed&lt;/span&gt;, your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. but you don't feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;belonged&lt;/span&gt; inside. Is that home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, can home be a stranger place where you have never been to but yet feel so belonged and comfortable that you can just go crazy. Is that home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tihnk everybody have this kind of dilemma in them, whether or not how people define home, i believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the place where I am most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at is what i call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes it can even be at a zoo, or the drainage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that above illustration is just to made things more nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stockphotography.com/img/holiday/stock_photos/mardi_gras_mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.stockphotography.com/img/holiday/stock_photos/mardi_gras_mask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask. I said about it quite alot of times during the few past entries. Why do people wear a mask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you wake up, you received a call, "Hey asshole, you wanna go have fun?" you agreed to it, so you went and dress yourself up and you open up your wadrobe, after a few minutes and you found the dressing that you want to go out with, and before you stepped out of your house you open a drawer fro myour wardrobe. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A drawer full of mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm, so which should i choose today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see so many mask, so many many mask, but which exactly is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR mask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wear mask, don't deny, even the most holy people wear mask. But exactly which mask belongs to you is another qns. So people ask me, "Jian yang what is your mask?" I say my mask is a happy-go-lucky mask, aka default mask. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Everybody wears a mask. Who doesn't ?&lt;/span&gt; It's a problem in the society, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trueself you are, is when you are a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u know no shit. or in a nicer term, U know nothing. That's who you are. People changes according to their surrounding, people change and change til a step that they will go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wait, who am i now?" or the most classic "What is my true self?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no true self at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we abandoned it after we cross adolescend-hood. But what we want to have is a default mask. A mask that we are really happy with and a mask that we are willing to settle down it with. It can be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But what if the colour is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Well, it's up to every individual choice. it's sad that humans have to come to this stage, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7159319346727014473?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7159319346727014473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7159319346727014473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7159319346727014473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7159319346727014473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-went-out-for-little-while-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-9072629300626930732</id><published>2009-06-09T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:36:53.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new!</title><content type='html'>Okay! yesterday during work first day counter runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, tiring cause i have to literally walk damn fast... which is why the name counter RUNNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to carry 3 plates with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also learned how irritating customers can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give you example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg1. A china guy suddenly come to me, and say "how i'm i suppose to eat? use chop stick?!" but he himself already got his utensils...so what can i do? Smile at him la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg2. An indian lady, i believe she is a tourguide, super demanding one somemore.&lt;br /&gt;So A.M serve her and she want a cup of coke, so i helped to take the coke, after putting the ice and putting the coke in the cup the lady say.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey? why is there ice?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is our standard of procedure mdm"&lt;br /&gt;"You should have asked me whether i wanted ice or not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i'm not the one kena..so i just remove the ice...then my turn to serve her -..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one cup no need tray, but she chided me saying, "CAN I HAVE A TRAY PLS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sure no problem, so i give her the tray, she commanded me to give her the serviets and the straw so i'm like ok good job, your the best :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i learned so far as counter runner not only you have to be fast and make pasta at very very quick speed, most importantly...smile...cause your smile is an attack and defense to unreasonable customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-9072629300626930732?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9072629300626930732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=9072629300626930732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/9072629300626930732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/9072629300626930732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/new.html' title='new!'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4573766985157528609</id><published>2009-06-07T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:33:19.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought i was a goner in love this time, in turn when I knew about her choice, i feel not sadness but a sense of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe way back ago my mind has already made up it's just that some factors just keep me conciously moving HOWEVER, when she assured my subconcious thoughts, maybe that's why i dont feel sadness or disappointment, like i thought i will, instead i feel damn good and relieved. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love W45K, first time i bbq for 9 hours....like omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures pls go to misc, w45k, go click on meng xuan, remember to help click her nuffhang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4573766985157528609?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4573766985157528609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4573766985157528609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4573766985157528609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4573766985157528609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-when-i-thought-i-was-goner-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8417021788972174535</id><published>2009-06-05T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:15:44.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jianyang. your mouth is cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just shut up. rly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8417021788972174535?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8417021788972174535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8417021788972174535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8417021788972174535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8417021788972174535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/jianyang.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1110465571280320434</id><published>2009-06-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:25:21.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 how does it feel.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how does it feel to miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to want to do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be angry over someone who matters to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to have someone who matters to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be concerned to the extend of irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a goner this time. i'm waist deep in love now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1110465571280320434?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1110465571280320434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1110465571280320434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1110465571280320434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1110465571280320434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-does-it-feel-to-miss-how-does-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5080420652298837500</id><published>2009-05-31T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:30:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers in and out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3Fpf4wJI/AAAAAAAAATU/Qe1tRmCIjjc/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3Fpf4wJI/AAAAAAAAATU/Qe1tRmCIjjc/s320/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341963046937477266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3FVmXiHI/AAAAAAAAATM/_UySs4uBFzk/s1600-h/Picture0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3FVmXiHI/AAAAAAAAATM/_UySs4uBFzk/s320/Picture0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341963041595951218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3FDN5mFI/AAAAAAAAATE/T3MAUKJfbTw/s1600-h/Picture0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3FDN5mFI/AAAAAAAAATE/T3MAUKJfbTw/s320/Picture0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341963036661487698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5080420652298837500?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5080420652298837500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5080420652298837500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5080420652298837500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5080420652298837500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/brothers-in-and-out.html' title='brothers in and out'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SiJ3Fpf4wJI/AAAAAAAAATU/Qe1tRmCIjjc/s72-c/DSC00309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-182270634128702595</id><published>2009-05-29T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:21:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the end, i think i know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;actly i duno&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/29593155-182270634128702595?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/182270634128702595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=182270634128702595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/182270634128702595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/182270634128702595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-end-i-think-i-know-where-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2304506111084794399</id><published>2009-05-24T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:30:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shld just shut up, get a life and maybe grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not being sacarstic here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2304506111084794399?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2304506111084794399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2304506111084794399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2304506111084794399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2304506111084794399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-shld-just-shut-up-get-life-and-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6413721955582202466</id><published>2009-05-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:56:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SPyooAP3INI/AAAAAAAAAN4/43t5kIOcd8Y/s320/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SPyooAP3INI/AAAAAAAAAN4/43t5kIOcd8Y/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direction lights. Everything have their own direction. Do you know your own direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawing: Urs truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6413721955582202466?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6413721955582202466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6413721955582202466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6413721955582202466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6413721955582202466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/direction-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SPyooAP3INI/AAAAAAAAAN4/43t5kIOcd8Y/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3739353058172852773</id><published>2009-05-14T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:33:39.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From now on, how i am feeling will come in a format of photoshop works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wun tok much abt my day, cause everything is a cycle of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3739353058172852773?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3739353058172852773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3739353058172852773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3739353058172852773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3739353058172852773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-now-on-how-i-am-feeling-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-3478334300903042455</id><published>2009-05-14T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:33:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sgw5qCcS0nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JaLC-x7SREI/s1600-h/the+vacant+seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sgw5qCcS0nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JaLC-x7SREI/s320/the+vacant+seat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335703052900029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-3478334300903042455?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3478334300903042455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=3478334300903042455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3478334300903042455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/3478334300903042455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_6836.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/Sgw5qCcS0nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JaLC-x7SREI/s72-c/the+vacant+seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6923693846804349765</id><published>2009-05-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:55:18.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SguyGRgLJQI/AAAAAAAAASc/6zRSIsG8Rg4/s1600-h/vinesandmask+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SguyGRgLJQI/AAAAAAAAASc/6zRSIsG8Rg4/s320/vinesandmask+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335554004397794562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decipher it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6923693846804349765?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6923693846804349765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6923693846804349765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6923693846804349765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6923693846804349765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/decipher-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SguyGRgLJQI/AAAAAAAAASc/6zRSIsG8Rg4/s72-c/vinesandmask+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-7293832324462953982</id><published>2009-05-10T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:49:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgZch_-uqvI/AAAAAAAAASU/SNfwxKOcIS4/s1600-h/I%27M+HERE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgZch_-uqvI/AAAAAAAAASU/SNfwxKOcIS4/s320/I%27M+HERE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334052547846908658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally edited by and captioned by : Tan jian yangs, yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Gan meng yeow for the beautiful picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-7293832324462953982?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7293832324462953982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=7293832324462953982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7293832324462953982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/7293832324462953982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/originally-edited-by-and-captioned-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgZch_-uqvI/AAAAAAAAASU/SNfwxKOcIS4/s72-c/I%27M+HERE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6172212859684602349</id><published>2009-05-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:18:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgWVUi5wZZI/AAAAAAAAASM/f4BhiWMNRX8/s1600-h/wouldubethere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgWVUi5wZZI/AAAAAAAAASM/f4BhiWMNRX8/s320/wouldubethere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333833513889195410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for HQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be there for this flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally done by: Jian yang&lt;br /&gt;Credit of photo: Random photographer of flickr&lt;br /&gt;Credit for quote: Redwan ali - Would you be there&lt;br /&gt;Credit for improvement: Weijie and for precious comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6172212859684602349?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6172212859684602349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6172212859684602349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6172212859684602349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6172212859684602349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-you-be-there-for-this-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kMXor39MnfE/SgWVUi5wZZI/AAAAAAAAASM/f4BhiWMNRX8/s72-c/wouldubethere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-8825523076369813862</id><published>2009-05-03T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:33:15.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone a champion in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we are the one and only sperm out of 12099327498379r394629348309487 sperms to merge with the egg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-8825523076369813862?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8825523076369813862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=8825523076369813862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8825523076369813862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/8825523076369813862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-is-everyone-champion-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6366960044210808168</id><published>2009-04-30T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:14:25.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>topic: let's sum up 2 week of lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: 2 F's. Fabulous, Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6366960044210808168?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6366960044210808168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6366960044210808168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6366960044210808168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6366960044210808168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/topic-lets-sum-up-2-week-of-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-1806255769239916164</id><published>2009-04-25T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:36:44.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dandeloin&lt;br /&gt;the dandeloin seed follows the wind, the grass envies it cause it has freedom. But lest did they know, the dandeloin seed faces everything alone, where the wind blows , the dandeloin seed follows, an aimless life. The dandeloin seed seeks for a place to settle down, the small little spot that makes it feels comfortable and grow into a dandeloin. Poor dandeloin seed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-1806255769239916164?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1806255769239916164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=1806255769239916164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1806255769239916164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/1806255769239916164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/dandeloin-dandeloin-seed-follows-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4102032045414138645</id><published>2009-04-20T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:15:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of laughters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, was in the group with Michelle, Syamirah, rahmat, and myself. I think we clique pretty well together, talk alot for people we just met, lol! interesting character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes like 10 times faster in westwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah looking forward to the group i will be meeting with tml! Which is enterprise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4102032045414138645?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4102032045414138645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4102032045414138645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4102032045414138645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4102032045414138645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school-today-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4132176110406475174</id><published>2009-04-19T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:32:22.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed blog songs, Miyavi jingle bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got this version??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4132176110406475174?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4132176110406475174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4132176110406475174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4132176110406475174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4132176110406475174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed-blog-songs-miyavi-jingle-bell.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6684077809337243788</id><published>2009-04-08T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:50:30.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway. I forgot to mention that i went to JBP with yvonne and shikin, like one week ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we actually met up at boonlay mrt wait for the damn 194 bus that came like 35 minutes wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we actually reached JBP in less then6 minutes. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing we see there is! madarin ducks.the ducks are like plushies u can find at the store, very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we headed to buy the ticket, bloody hell the ticketing stration officer that serve yvonne and shikin is so! pretty LOL and she blur blur one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to bongoburger to eat, a little reluctant at first cause i like eating it wevery twice a week, but whatever la just eat only. And then i was hoping to see gladys then can chat with her bla bla, ut ee dow nthere so long no see her thought she never come work, skarly! she got come and she spotted me! HAHAH! so she came over my table and we chit chat chit chat, she look very serious anyway, and shikin and yvonne thought that she's super pretty, lucky you ar eugene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we go walk around JBP among the 3 of us i am the only one who is not one of those funny funny people who go around snapping at almost every other thing *looking at shikin* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decide to head home after the whole trip which seems better then Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BLOODY HELL WE MET A SUPER UNFRIENDLY TAXI UNCLE THAT KNNBCCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the story goes like this, we take the PRIME TAXI then we say "uncle jurong point"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN KANINA THE UNCLE SPEAK TO HIS FRIEND WHAT YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KANINA I PAID $2 COME IN THIS DAMN PARK AND THEN I WAITED 20MINUTES JUST TO GET SOME BLOODY SINGAPOREANS WHO BOARD THIS TAXI TO JURONG POINT KANINA! NVM LA I GO JURONG POINT SEE I CAN DIG OUT GOLDS OR NOT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is directly translated from hokkien, so you can imagine how fuck i am when i am the only who understands what he bloody say, and the moment he KANINA i want to take picture of his bloody cock face the one that NORMAL CABS LIKE COMFORT have for the idrivers, BUT CCB PRIME DUN HAF KANINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you are asking me why i dunwna to scold? First place, if i scold ,the girls will go wtf just happened, and then i will have no time to explain and everything will be chaotic. secondly he is on the road liao WTF RIGHT HE CAN REJECT US RIGHT CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, if i told the girls matter will be worse, so i tahan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina when i want to take out handphone take pic of his license he went off liao like lightning like that wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway angry matter aside, we went to jurong point and watch movie, race to witch mountain, not too bad, i watch it for "the rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the plot quite predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah if you all want pictures please go to my links and find yvonne or ikyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much. and fuck the taxi uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-6684077809337243788?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6684077809337243788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=6684077809337243788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6684077809337243788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/6684077809337243788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-5276020107482191177</id><published>2009-04-08T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:38:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sadly i got no "yue ding 约定(appointment/agreement/date)" with ay girls hahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;約定&lt;br /&gt;Yue Ding&lt;br /&gt;Agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说好的&lt;br /&gt;Shuo hao de&lt;br /&gt;We’ve agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年不见面&lt;br /&gt;San nian bu jian mian&lt;br /&gt;We won’t meet for three years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用我們的爱把时间留住&lt;br /&gt;Yong wo men de ai ba shi jian liu zhu&lt;br /&gt;Let our love preserve time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你笑者说这是我們的考验&lt;br /&gt;Ni xiao zhe shuo zhe shi wo men de kao yan&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and said that this is a test for our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們的約定&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样&lt;br /&gt;Jiu zhe yang&lt;br /&gt;Just like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年又过了&lt;br /&gt;San nian you guo le&lt;br /&gt;Three years have passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是回到这个地方&lt;br /&gt;Wo hai shi hui dao zhe ge di fang&lt;br /&gt;I still go back to this same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼等你的出现&lt;br /&gt;Bi shang yan deng ni de qu xian&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes while waiting for you to appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空氣中吻你的臉&lt;br /&gt;Kong qi zhong wen ni de lian&lt;br /&gt;Kissing your face in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還記得&lt;br /&gt;Wo hai ji de&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們的約定&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一輩子幸福的約定&lt;br /&gt;Yi bei zi xin fu de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our lives’ joyful agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為你寫的那首歌&lt;br /&gt;Wei ni xie de na shou ge&lt;br /&gt;The song I’ve written for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他也偷偷的掉淚了&lt;br /&gt;Ta ye tou tou de diao lei le&lt;br /&gt;It also silently cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還記得&lt;br /&gt;Wo hai ji de&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們的約定&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我比以前還更愛你了&lt;br /&gt;Wo bi yi qian hai geng ai ni le&lt;br /&gt;I love you more now than the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;連那風都笑我了&lt;br /&gt;Lian na feng dou xiao wo le&lt;br /&gt;Even the wind is laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想他會告訴你的&lt;br /&gt;Wo xiang ta hui gao su ni de&lt;br /&gt;I think it would’ve told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會記得&lt;br /&gt;Ni hui ji de&lt;br /&gt;You will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們的約定&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一輩子幸福的約定&lt;br /&gt;Yi bei zi xin fu de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;The joyful agreement in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為你寫的那首歌&lt;br /&gt;Wei ni xie de na shou ge&lt;br /&gt;The song I’ve written for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他也偷偷的掉淚了&lt;br /&gt;Ta ye tou tou liu lei le&lt;br /&gt;It has also cried silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會記得&lt;br /&gt;Ni hui ji de&lt;br /&gt;You will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們的約定&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de yue ding&lt;br /&gt;Our agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我比以前還更愛你了&lt;br /&gt;Wo bi yi qian hai geng ai ni le&lt;br /&gt;I love you more now than the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽着風我也笑了&lt;br /&gt;Ting zhe feng wo ye xiao le&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the wind,I also laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他一定會告訴你的&lt;br /&gt;Ta yi ding hui gao su ni de&lt;br /&gt;It surely will tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我更愛你了&lt;br /&gt;Wo geng ai ni le&lt;br /&gt;I love you more now &lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-5276020107482191177?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5276020107482191177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=5276020107482191177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5276020107482191177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/5276020107482191177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/sadly-i-got-no-yue-ding.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2230845581021236571</id><published>2009-04-02T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:27:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X JAPAN - THE LAST SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the stars till they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Like an actor all alone&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew the story he was in&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;Like the sky reflecting my heart&lt;br /&gt;All the colors become visible&lt;br /&gt;When the morning begins&lt;br /&gt;I'll read the last line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai ame dakishimeta yoru ga asa o mukaeru&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro wa mada nureta mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In endless rain I've been walking&lt;br /&gt;Like a poet feeling pain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the tears&lt;br /&gt;But it was just a circle&lt;br /&gt;That never ends&lt;br /&gt;When the rain stops, I'll turn the page&lt;br /&gt;The page of the first chapter&lt;br /&gt;Kizutsuku dake kizutsuite wakatta hazu no kotae o&lt;br /&gt;Doushite mada toi kaketeru&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to be in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to wish the night won't end&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to cry&lt;br /&gt;But I know, It's not wrong to sing The Last Song&lt;br /&gt;Cause forever fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kigatsukeba mata hikari-yoru no sora o mitsumeteru&lt;br /&gt;Sukoshi-zutsu kiete yuku OUR MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;Kizutsuku dake kizutsuite wakatta hazu no kotae o&lt;br /&gt;Doushite mada toi kaketeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see red&lt;br /&gt;I see blue&lt;br /&gt;But the silver lining gradually takes over&lt;br /&gt;When the morning begins&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owaranai ame dakishimeta yoru ga asa o mukaeru&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro wa mada nureta mama&lt;br /&gt;Kizutsuku dake kizutsuite wakatta hazu no kotae o&lt;br /&gt;Doushite mada toi kaketeru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apply this lyrics to life, and who agrees with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2230845581021236571?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2230845581021236571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2230845581021236571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2230845581021236571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2230845581021236571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-japan-last-song-watching-stars-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2290519508566576627</id><published>2009-04-02T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:53:30.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surverys again</title><content type='html'>Egoistic or altruism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e often throw around the word “egoist” or “egotistical” to refer to someone generally unlikable, but do we really know what it implies? The issue of egoism and altruism has long been debated by philosophers from past and present. Whatever a person’s stance on the egoism/altruism debate however, it is likely that very few people will disagree with the fact that having a bit of an altruistic spirit can really make a difference not just in someone else’s life, but our own as well.               &lt;!-- END TEMPLATE /usr/local/software/plumeus_tests/templates/reports/_generic_templates/teaser_header.html --&gt; &lt;!-- START TEMPLATE /usr/local/software/plumeus_tests/templates/reports/_generic_templates/teaser_sub_z_graph.html --&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my results:&lt;br /&gt;Your score on the Helpfulness scale was in the mid-range. This means that although you are generally a helpful person, you don’t always go out of your way to help others, and in some cases, you’ll only do so if asked. Although you’re not obligated to bend over backwards to help others, offering your support and being there when needed doesn’t just benefit the people around you but yourself as well. If you were to regularly follow this path chances are that when you’re in need of a shoulder to lean on, you’ll have someone to turn to. The best part about helping others isn’t only that warm, fuzzy feeling it provokes, but its potentially “infectious” nature as well. That one person you help may do the same for someone else, and so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my deadly sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(17, 0, 0); width: 400px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(34, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(51, 0, 119) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 40px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 92px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(34, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(51, 0, 119) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 62px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(34, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(51, 0, 119) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 52px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(17, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(17, 0, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 20px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 72px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2290519508566576627?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2290519508566576627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2290519508566576627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2290519508566576627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2290519508566576627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/surverys-again.html' title='surverys again'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-2230194330983029377</id><published>2009-03-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:45:33.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's all about growing out of centre parting.</title><content type='html'>Why the tittle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....when we are young, we have no parting wadsoever, and our 'parting' is decided by our parents, similarly, even our decision for the next 10 years of our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we move on to center parting, lol why? Life's simple we do not care about others look at it, innocent and naive and oblivious to other hairstyle,s that's center parting. Isn't that very child like in terms of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly we move to styling our hair to fit our image, which then similarly in life, we took stride in our life (not that i am saying people who has center parting do not take stride in their life........but how many with center parting is successful ? :P) and plan ahead, like how we style our hair. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..random shit post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-2230194330983029377?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2230194330983029377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=2230194330983029377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2230194330983029377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/2230194330983029377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-all-about-growing-out-of-centre.html' title='life&apos;s all about growing out of centre parting.'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-4307675384153567191</id><published>2009-03-28T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:36:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dumb.com/namedata/showsmall.php?firstname=Tan&amp;lastname=Jian yang"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dumb.com/namedata/"&gt;Click Here to check your own name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29593155-4307675384153567191?l=fullest-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4307675384153567191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29593155&amp;postID=4307675384153567191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4307675384153567191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29593155/posts/default/4307675384153567191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullest-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/click-here-to-check-your-own-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12949883325228428853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29593155.post-6936838761366877254</id><published>2009-03-19T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:32:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE as in bgr</title><content type='html'>Complicated as it is, in a disguise of the easy spelling where Children will go round saying I love you  without really knowing what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is Love as in bgr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those star bloggers blog about love, they said love should be unconditional, true enough love should be unconditional, but doesn't that make the relationship into kinship? Now, this will be a different story if after marrying the love in unconditional yet not to the extend of kinship agree? But how many is able to do that? By the time they got married, holding hands is awkward, kissing is weird, hugging makes you a retard and lastly, sex is no longer as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no matter what, partners for life is partners for life, you don't get together with your partner for whatever that is negative. But knowing who's the partner whom you touches right onto his/her character or vice versa is a tough nut to crack. So how do we know it? Well i guess things can be as simple to the extend = be honest, and when the other party know that your being honest, they will repay you back by being honest. What a wonderful world it will be, but humans tends not to do it, may be due to several reasons, skeptical- ism, cynical- ism. 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