<?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-856060247459909710</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:54:44.334-07:00</updated><category term='fucker'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='singapore poly'/><category term='slut'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='stupid'/><title type='text'>my life, my rules..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2346280861794257649</id><published>2011-07-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:17:31.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore poly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'>A STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is basically not an update of myself. This is a story when used to be best friends to become friends and then acquaintance and now total stranger which literally means, yes, no longer related with any form of ties what so ever. Pissed off? Yes I am until this very noon while I'm posting this post. Seriously I had enough of this fucker that does not even be deserve my words to call this fucker 'him' or 'her' or any sort of form to show kindness to this fucker. This fucker apparently does not understand the life or the way people are but this fucker only understand gossips and fucking gullible in listening to other people then judging it for it fuckerself. Sadly this fucker education level if much higher then I am as this fucker just graduate from Singapore Poly but what sadden me more that this fucker's english was worst them my colleage and she don't even when to a proper school. Frankly enough it's time for me to step up to this fucker and break ties once and for all and if you all read at it's scenario, I didn't have to say much. This fucker practically blabbered everything out but in the end this fucker swallow back his words like swallow back the spit that he spat on the floor and lick it back just to swallow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The following events have not been tormented not changed in nature of the story but characters in the story has been changed to protect the identity of this person. I'm so kind still changing their names but fuck care, that's who I am but this is the last straw. Starting tomorrow, the door to seek for my forgiveness will be closed forever until the day I die. Period. I'm not being emotional and all. I've just made my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z - This fucking Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T - The Victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R - The friend with values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P - A friend and probably still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;M - God knows what this one treats me as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Hw r u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;buat ape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(How are you? What are you doing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:Inventory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[was already rushing my work and I was a pissed off not because he text me, because a lot of things to do.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kau eh org tanye khabar n baik cuba jawab baik2 tak leh ke? Dah kawan lama pun nak perangai2..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(You eh people ask story and good try answer nicely cannot meh? Old friends also want to attitude.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; [This part it broke my limiters.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:Z I'm busy when I text one word.I'm sorry but I'm pissed off enough..I'm tight up with work.your words sometimes unreasonable.frankly speaking.Not only from me.From all of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Literally from all of us meaning everyone the fucker knows.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Ya I know, u n R talk abt me, n frankly speaking R does talk abt u also, so no surprise alrite. Likeiwse u when u talk to me yrs words r unreasonable n very rude N no respect, if u wanna talk abt reasonable u must respect ppl.. So T wake up alrite I realise a long time ago I dnt need frens like u who only need frens when it do n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hilang bilang dah ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(disappear tell have already)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nak ckp org tgk diri tu dulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(want to say people look at yourself first)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;atleast at least I dnt waste my life jus like tat.. U think I'm not piss w u all tis years? Tats y I stay away from both of u.. Especially u..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[my words unreasonable? when and what did I say that? and what's this about me wasting my life away? What are we talking about here? His content of topic is way out. I can't believe he's a poly grad seriously. Fuck! Did he bribe to pass his dip? I'm so honored to be the most-not-to-get-closed-with people]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:N btw tis issue it already done n over w longtime ago... If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ppl nak ckp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(want to say)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;abt me atleast I know my flaws n I'm nt as bad ass, if P n M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dah ckp mcm gitu ape nak buat kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(say like that already what to do right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kata org pandai but diri sendiri tak tgk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Say people clever but your ownselves didn't see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I jus ignore wat u said to me all tis years, u think I'm nt piss off w u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dah la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Enough la)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;org mcm kau ni tak perlu nak ckp la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(people like you don't need to say la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. I had enough of ppl like u seriously.. A simple hi hw r u can so difficult for u instead u sms me in a way just sometimes unreasonable. Say they say here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dah la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Enough la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; T don't bother replying back I don't think it worth for me to "cherish" ppl like u.. Gd luck n take care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;selamat berpuasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(happy fasting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:What ever.seriously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Honestly I really didn't want to reply but my fingers just auto reply back what this fucker loves to say to people as well.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Watever yrself la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:What ever Z. I won't lose much even u disregard me as a friend.cuz ppl change unlike u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y:Haha I laughed at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sorry eh aku tak contact kau lama sgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(I didn't contact you very long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u won't c my recent status so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jgn nak bebel byk sgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(don't want to blabber too much). Seriously is tat all u got to say abt me? I hv millions of issue I can put on table abt u.. Likewise me I dnt regards u as a fren way b4 u said tis. RegardllessI nv chg or chged is hw u c yrs true frens stick together. Not forget frens n comeback when u need them.. N btw talking abt chged I chg by nt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(entertaining)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u tat much... Its ironic to c ppl say ppl like tis like tat n nv chg whereelse the person itself dnt even look at his own shadow..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Honestly this part I don't get it from the beginning of the message and only up to the ending or probably the middle I was still.... clueless.. seriously, this is what the fucker text me. And the fucker has a million issues to put on the table? Hmm.. let's start counting then if it reaches to a million. True friends stick together? Like glue? Gosh. The fucker is seriously such a lonely fucker and don't have a life. The fucker seriously so not independent and oh.. look at own shadow? Were you blinded with someone else's?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:Well ya. I regretted friending u.goodbye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Literally I really do mean it. If only back then I didn't open up to this fucker. Probably this fucker will be a normal person but now, I've created a monster and goodbye was to end everything.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Lame. Friending me? ur nt a friends from like last time..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Friends? There's two of me? Hmm.. Ya.. Not like last time.. Well fucker, like I've said, PEOPLE CHANGE and I'll add someone more to it, WE HAVE OUR OWN LIFE AND YOU ARE NOT PART OF IT.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:Fuck off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[In which I really mean it go away already and go fuck someone else]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Fuck off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;org. Bodoh je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(stupid people)&lt;/span&gt; reply..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[...Speechless... I guess the fuckers head is seriously like a rock.. Can't absorb the words.. Or the fucker didn't get it..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T:Literally fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; [Tried again and this time I mean it to 'Literally fuck off']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:So fuck w yrs. Inventory la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[ 'So fuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;with yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;inventory la..'? What??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S:For a poly graduate.your english is seriously fucked up.grow up already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[And I really mean it if all of you read back what this fucker type, this is what my niece or nephew would wrote!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Watever la atleast I graduated from poly nt like someone who drop out bcuz of someone oh oops should  say kick out.. My dip is nt specialise in english. Lame duh so literally fuck off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[Beginning part of the message I was furious but then turn into laughter at the end of it. LOOK!! The fucker reply 'Fuck Off'! The Fucker's really stupid! The Fucker just swallow back the fucker's own words!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So nak ckp org tgk diri tu eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(want to say people look at yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Atleast I tried my best to finish up my study coming  from someone who said my english nt good.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[Well duh.. at least I don't fake it and I manage to be somebody through my hard work]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Z:Dah T, I dnt wanna worst it out watever u think abt me, I can't do anything abt it, likewise me.. Sorry for my words take care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good luck to you and to your future miserable life with the people who actually really cherish you. Have a good fucked up life for as long as you lived and I pray for you that you will really have true friends in your life(probably by then it's too late). Not someone you dump and you pick back up and then dump again and pick up again. Gosh, you sure do like to spit and swallow. Goodbye once and for all FUCKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&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/856060247459909710-2346280861794257649?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2346280861794257649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2346280861794257649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2346280861794257649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2346280861794257649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/stupid-fucking-idiot.html' title='A STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!!'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-8938408932909111833</id><published>2010-05-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:18:33.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How should I put this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Set it free..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;At my own risk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;As much as I feel free..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;In the end I'm in my own imprisonment of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;You may see a smile spark from my face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;But at the end of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm just that sad person always crying inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Always seeks happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And the more I lived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The more sadness builds around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So I think again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;If I can't find happiness within myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's find happiness with others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It helps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling that comfort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling being needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;But so happen my happiness with others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Temporary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Because at the end of the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm left alone again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So again I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thinking hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's find happiness in others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It helps me too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Happiness in others are happiness to me as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And with that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I lived again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;But note this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm still a sad person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;When I'm alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Always crying inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Always in the dark shadows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;With no lights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;No sunshine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;No rainbows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;No colours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just black..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just white..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And all I asked for is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Some colours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Red..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Green..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I need to paint my picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Brightly again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Help me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Stay with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Understand me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24th May 2010, 12:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-8938408932909111833?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8938408932909111833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=8938408932909111833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/8938408932909111833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/8938408932909111833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets.html' title='Let&apos;s....'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3639212741324589725</id><published>2010-05-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:48:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart speaks again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How I've longed to see you again&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad we finally did&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about the past&lt;br /&gt;Sure it was fun&lt;br /&gt;Seeing each other laugh again&lt;br /&gt;Seems like nothing have change&lt;br /&gt;We're still together&lt;br /&gt;But I accept the fact&lt;br /&gt;You're someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I'm someone else&lt;br /&gt;Two separate worlds&lt;br /&gt;Two separate person&lt;br /&gt;We chose our own path&lt;br /&gt;Now we're walking through it&lt;br /&gt;Your life now aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;So is mine&lt;br /&gt;But sure we shared a common thing&lt;br /&gt;We need a friend&lt;br /&gt;So I thank you for being there&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish there some thing more we could do&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;Seems so right but it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Seems so wrong but it feels right&lt;br /&gt;Contradiction that's me&lt;br /&gt;Complicated that's me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I need you&lt;br /&gt;Standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;As my friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me friend&lt;br /&gt;Because this feelings will never end&lt;br /&gt;So let us be&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;3rd May 2010,11:47AM,Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-3639212741324589725?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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verdana;"&gt;I live here on my knees&lt;br /&gt;as I try to make you see&lt;br /&gt;that you're everything I  think&lt;br /&gt;I need here on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But you're neither friend nor foe&lt;br /&gt;though I can't seem to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I still know is that&lt;br /&gt;you're keeping me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You're on to me&lt;br /&gt;and all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something always brings me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It never takes too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd May 2010, 11:40am, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-6632009626999435427?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6632009626999435427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=6632009626999435427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6632009626999435427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6632009626999435427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-speaks.html' title='My heart speaks..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-1614312738994014188</id><published>2009-05-25T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:55:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The peak of my suffering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's something I don't have much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time, it's something I've wasted so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time, it's something is precious to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time, it's something I believe I'm running out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart pounding harder nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My brain feels dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My body feels light and heavy at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel tired all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is it a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Or is it a warning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At times when I'm suppose to be sleeping, I'm walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But never sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Am I destroying myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Or am I becoming Insomniac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why am I this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why didn't I just go to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why do I keep myself awake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And why the short hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Was it because I'm scared to dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm the Dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dreams that I dream came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Am I starting to fear my own dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Probably?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Or I just want myself to suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what do I want anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seems to me my life is pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pressured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something I'm not good at handling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feels like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Am I giving up now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of the things I've been fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My own peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My own love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why do they come out when I wanted to give up my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do I feel regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Am I scared of the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or I was thinking of the people that will mourn for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I suppose so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I must live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to see this chapter through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For my love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For the sake of our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to know how the story continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And hopefully, it'll take to the end of my last breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So please stay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So please, stay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I promise, I'm staying with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter what happens, I'll always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing can change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one can change my mind but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As right now, I'm yours to command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Call me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Crazy about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Together we are unstoppable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Together we'll supporting one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In our ups and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'll go through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Together, we can accomplish anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And together, we are complete as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;25th May 2009, 9.50pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-1614312738994014188?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1614312738994014188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=1614312738994014188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/1614312738994014188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/1614312738994014188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/peak-of-my-suffering.html' title='The peak of my suffering..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-7090221965875815076</id><published>2009-04-03T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:07:11.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish to live happy but sadness is what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish to love somebody but in the end hating myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish to live with someone but ended up they left me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want to make them happy but I suffered instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What am I to this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why life ain't happy always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't life be always full of laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't I enjoy all those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do someone I love have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why did they choose that path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How can they be so blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My life and theirs lived differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We both being brought up differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I believe we both need someone to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So why can't they lean on to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do they always thinks they found a way but still doing the problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Was it all reasons or was it all fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Either way none solve their problems at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why was I so blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why didn't I see these coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why am I being given this gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why am I a dreamer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dreams that I have are opposite to the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God, why did you gave me this gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why only I feel this pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't they feel what I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't normal people help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't I be happy as them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why am I suffering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do people loves to take the easy way out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't they face the real fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't they be normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't they changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do people love to abuse themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do they take risk of getting themselves in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do they do stupid things, knowing they are harming their body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God, why do people do all these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do people invent such horrible apparatus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why they kept shooting their veins until it can't be seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do people play with these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't they be more into becoming someone useful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why do they keep doing it knowing it's not even helping them to think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God why do they do the things they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why did you even create such thing in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Suffering. Despair. Regrets. Hate. Anger. Sorrow. Fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Was that the reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Was this why people do what they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that really the easy way out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't believe that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're just hurting yourselves more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUFFERING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DESPAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REGRETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's destroying you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's killing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Helping a man to earn a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;By getting yourself in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How honorable is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not such a smart answer for a smart person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to kill someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need to kill someone badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes I'm insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Living in this world brings about my insanity that I need to kill someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me see blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgive me for what I've sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgive those who have sinned to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgive all those people who have sinned to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For they are only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For they are your creations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bring them back to the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let them be free from the black hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Give them hope to live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Set them free from misery for as I will bear that burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm just a sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let me leave this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For I can no longer bear to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Killing for the sake to killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stealing for the sake of abusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Robbing for the sake of thrilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lying for the sake of gaining trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't live in this world anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too much suffering I've felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A quarter of a century of my life is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For my love one will be much more despair if I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So tell me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Show me the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4th April 2009, 3.37AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-7090221965875815076?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7090221965875815076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=7090221965875815076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7090221965875815076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7090221965875815076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me...'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3247596879112089809</id><published>2009-02-03T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:29:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a start of 2009..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again I apologized for the late update. Still it won't be about bitching something or about someone. Well someone maybe and probably it would be about me and everyone alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Feeling like shit and all, the beginning of 2009 is seriously fucked up. For those who are going to read further I give you in advance apologies, the word "fuck" will be frequently used in this entry because I'm pissed off with my fucked up life in the start of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So where shall I begin, first and for most, I am still in that new chapter of my life that I started about six months ago. It has been a bliss but now it's turning a bit of thunder storm and huge waves and earthquakes here and there. First fucked up life I'm having. I don't blame my partner because I know it's all my fault and I'm causing my partner to stressed up. I guess it is that time of the period where I turn to get curious and getting to find out more and then assumptions starts and fingers start to point. I guess I'm hell of a guy who always wants to put blames on everyone like as if they owe me my life. Fucking shit. I can't believe I'm turning to that type of person. What a fucked up person I am. Baby, if you're reading this I apologize for everything I've done. I'm really sorry. I guess it my doing and blaming on you and doubting you and not trusting you is causing the second fucked up of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, the second, my fucking wallet that I bought for myself with my own hardworking fucking money is missing and what goes along with it is, my identification card, my army identification card, my SAFRA card, my Golden Village card, my Coffee Bean card, my vintage notes of $2, $5 and $10, my Get-A-Life card and loads of other cards that went missing. Fucking pissed off. Fuck sia, that wallet as I recalled only contain like $20 most with my vintage notes, fucking have the courtesy of at least returning my stuff and my wallet if you want my money. Fuck sia. To which fucking idiot son of a bitch mother found my wallet and didn't even have a courtesy to return it to me as my identification card have my home address, I curse you for life and 10 generation of debts until the 11th generation of your sons turns gay and screw your own family blood related male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lastly, the third fucked up of my life that happens today, $100 bill note went missing in my temporary wallet. Great. Just fucking great. Which ever fucking mother of a son found that money must be one fuckable guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think the year 2009 for me is cursed, already the whole world is going crazy with wars and recession and political issues and stuff, fuck, I keep losing my money like they are dust blowed away by the wind. Goodness what FUCK did I do wrong in the beginning of my life in 2009. What a nice chapter to open. Fucked up life if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in 2009 the prequel. Goodness I feel like killing myself right now. One after another and I wonder when will it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Screwed. When I try to be nice, shit happens. When I try to be kind, shit happens. When I am being honest, shit happens. Fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is that how the world repay me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fine, it's not the world, it's me being careless and stupid. Yes. The stupidity of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt; Chapter 1. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fine. No more mister nice guy. No more smiles. No more sunshine. No more rainbows. This time I play it my way. Next time I find a phone, I'll keep it. Next time I found an identification card, I'll break it. Next time I found a master card, I'll spent it like no one business and the next time someone needs help, screw you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3rd February 2009, 10:22PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-3247596879112089809?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3247596879112089809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3247596879112089809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3247596879112089809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3247596879112089809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-start-of-2009.html' title='What a start of 2009..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-1377813129740783117</id><published>2008-10-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:00:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright, screw introduction and I'll just go straight to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bangkok trip was great and we are going there again but lately I feel like I want to cancel my trip. I don't know why but it just had me thinking, I could have put that money for other good use. Regrettably, the tickets had been booked on the second day we've returned back to Singapore. Crazy I know. Without long thoughts we decided to just go. Well maybe they need not the long thoughts, I was the one who needed that long thoughts and my final decision is that I don't feel like going but since we've already booked things and stuff, I guess I have no choice but go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right now I'm working back in Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Yeah like what the fuck am I working there again. Screw it. A job is better than having no job. Still suck la as I'm only earning below 1k. Haha. Yeah that's my target to bring back at least 1k each month but I still got long way to go. Nope I'm not a manager but just a small peanut barista. Haha. Oh in this case small coffee bean. Been working there for one month and a week. Kinda suck and feel over worked sometimes. Screw it as I'm a pantry maid. Fuck. Feel like a bitch/slut behind the gormet counter. What a story to tell my future children and grandchildren. The best suckiest thing is that since I'm nice to them, I feel like being stepped everytime. Screw it, that's me. A sole padding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;About a day back in bangkok or was it two days, I've open a new chapter. Yeah. No one special but I guess this one is special because we've known each other through the net for almost 3-4 years and only that day I decided to meet up. Well this chapter is going slow but as usual, paranoid and freaks and psychotic mind are coming back at the same time. Not to forget suspicion and assumption always occurs in my head and I don't like it when I'm right. Argh screw it. How I wish a brain bank exist so I can find a brain that doesn't have these characteristic so I can live and die happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So now we know what's in my mind and how fucking shitty I've been feeling for the past two month since my last update talking about government money and shits. Now it's my life my rules. Fucking-shit-pissed-off-screw-your-dad's-ass. I so need to drugged myself with lots of chill pill so I can overdose and stuck at Hougang Chalet. Sure that's will be my sanctuary big time. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well right now what keeps my mind relax is this song. The information I've got from my manager, who is a Filipino by the way, this band is from the Philippines. Great lyrics and nice chilling tunes. Feel sad at first listening to the song but the lyrics is more than that. It's the kind of song where it motivates you to move on and go on with your life and there's no point in looking down. Just hold your head up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So enjoy the song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz &lt;/span&gt;is back. Sorry for the Silence all these while. I'll try to fill in more soon. I'll see ya when I see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8th October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, 11:55 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&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/856060247459909710-1377813129740783117?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1377813129740783117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=1377813129740783117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/1377813129740783117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/1377813129740783117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3393056245846725050</id><published>2008-08-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:10:56.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money.. Bangkok!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Time has come for me to depart from Singapore. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; How corny that sounds?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well seems like finally I can put my mind at ease. No matter whether it's business or pleasure, going overseas never fails to relax me. Almost feel like teleporting into another world in another dimension &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(even though it's the same Earth I'm on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes this wonders me that when I was in the army, I was so happy going to Pulau Tekong. I mean it's like hell for most of them but booking in never fails to make me happy. Maybe as long as I'm traveling overseas and it takes like 30-45 minutes journey it makes me happy. Sentosa not included. Come on, you could walk your way there. That's boring. No longer consider overseas in the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess this is the result of the standard of living in Singapore. Maybe we feel pressured and depress over inflation and all the hike in prices. Now lots of shops are like buying from either Malaysia, Indonesia or Thailand products and sold in Singapore in order to get more profits in order to survive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No wonder now not many Singaporeans who are married either have one or two child only and special cases, none. Even having a child means money. First, when your wife is pregnant, get what ever she wants. Specific food, specific location and only a specific ways. Need to be pampered and cared. Attention. Go for check up appointment. Now this alone, petrol money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(if you're driving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, transportation money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(those go green people taking public transport)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, food money, extra service charges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(if it happens going to be in a restaurant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and other miscellaneous things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(snacks, ice cream, drinks, toilet breaks, etc..)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's the first, the second part. Hospital bills. Once that baby pops out all your hard earn money like from 5k you save just gone in and instant. That's if your wife isn't choosy. What happen if she wants first class, private room, only family members allowed to be in the room other than doctors and nurses. Now that is going to cost a BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After that milk powder, diapers, baby soap and powders their tiny yet cute clothings, stroller, cradle, toys and all those sort of stuff. Gosh it's never ending. Now that is another BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not forgetting, having a baby is not the only problem you have to settle, utility bills, phone bills, your own groceries and credit card bills and more never ending bills. Gosh, it's insane I tell you and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the government want us to create more babies?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha. By giving a scheme of baby bonus and bla bla bla bla and all they give is like a one time figure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As normal as it looks, being Singaporean, many will really fall for it if they don't really think far. As much as the figures looks good, serious couple would have to look further and deeper before they would even want to have a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it for an example. They are giving about 7500 to last 2 years for your first and second new born child. 7500 for two years.. Hmm... Then about 14800 for two years for your third and fourth child.. Hmm... All looks good but one thing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how about they give a little extra on the hospital bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't think I want to go far to the extend from age 1 - 6. You could look for yourself at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.babybonus.gov.sg/bbss/html/faq.html"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So this is my advice to all Singaporeans, as much as the figures looks good. Think of the present and the future state you are at. I'm not saying the government is tricking us with their scheme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(though I did sound like that in the beginning)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's just that look over your financial first before even taking the risk. Take it this way, if you can do and handle the above situation with ease of handling the bills without the help of the baby bonus, then I guess you can happily have that happiness. If not, better don't, unless you want to look at your baby as a burden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(gosh, that is totally sick minded of me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take care peeps, going to get ready for Bangkok. I'm so not ready and can't believe the day have finally arrive. I'll have fun and be sure to hog longer to my blog when I come back. Hopefully I have the energy to blog about my outings and lots of pictures too. Haha. I see ya when I see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Damn schedule thingie, I wrote this at 22.08.2008 8:48PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babybonus.gov.sg/bbss/html/faq.html"&gt;&lt;/a&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/856060247459909710-3393056245846725050?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3393056245846725050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3393056245846725050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3393056245846725050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3393056245846725050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-money-money-bangkok.html' title='Money Money Money.. Bangkok!!'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-7479235943285469281</id><published>2008-08-18T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:13:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've noticed that as time goes by, it seems like I've been updating lesser and lesser each month and not mentioning things that I've shouldn't be talking about. For example, my life. Haha! Then again, it is about my life and my rules so why should I give a damn about it if I ever want to talk about my life or whomsoever life that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So here I go again. It's been boring for the past few weeks not until now. Later today dated 18 August 2008 around afternoon hopefully after lunch I'll be going to an interview, like finally after like 8 bloody lame months. Well it's a job I've been thinking of going back. No not whoring. Not that I did before like EXCUSE me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let's just say it's my first real job in my life. Yeah. Coffee bean here I come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gonna whip those cream.. Lame I know.. Hopefully the interview goes well and yes my dear Shewy if you're reading this, I'll serve you F.O.C. pasta if you ever visit my outlet. That is if I'm the only manager around. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other than that nothing else troubling me just that I still feel trap like as if I'm being pinned down to the ground and being choked at the same time. It's like pilling up one by one, day by day. Luckily some part of me is still the same and should I say still sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As years goes by people change and people move on to another step and to another chapter in their lives. Like move on to better jobs to get a better pay, or pursuing a diploma or a degree to upgrade yourself for backup plans if something ever goes wrong, or getting married building a family to call your own and have kids and see them grow up and leading them to be a better person and all those really looks great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As always there's always a but in what ever I say. But,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;will that happen to me in the near future?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This year alone, two of my secondary school friends is already married. The dearest Mr. Hunk and the Ms. Smart that always tilt her head side ways when she's angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking at the current age now, I'm already 24 and so are they. Next year another two of my secondary school friends getting married too and it's kind of freaky seeing people move on with their life and I'm still stuck being me which always linger in the past and not moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still stuck being just an 'O' level holder with 4 credits. A diploma dropout. No other skills. Not even a basic of formatting of a simple resume. Haha. I got to admit that yes I do learn about it but I totally forgot about it since I've only done it like, once in my poly years. Damn poly, I was so really determine to go back and I wasn't accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Diploma first, now my family is bugging me to learn how to drive. When I told my family that I'm scared about driving because in my dream, I often dream that I'll have accident driving it. They will normally comfort me saying it's just a dream and normally it's always happen the opposite ways. So to make it simple the more accidents you dream, the safer your road will be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Right..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I told my friends about my fears, they say then you shouldn't force yourself to take it if you have no confidence. Hmmm... Seems like I don't have support from my own friends. As much as I want them to say the same thing like how my family says, I guess I was wrong. So first battle between Family Vs Friends, 1 Family - 0 Friends. So I guess I'll take my driving license and yes my beloved Shewy and 2tie, we'll go to East Coast for dinner and yes I'll drive you guys around. Petrol is on you guys. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm.. Something struck me, I've been dreaming mostly are car crashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So opposite is normally something smaller right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; That means&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; if I were to take a bike I'll experience the accidents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm.. Bright side, bright side, they are just dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So now what's troubling me? What's pinning me down to the ground and choking me at the same time making me difficult to breathe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how do I juggle all of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1) Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2) Oh I forgot to mention that next year I'm taking MDIS Information Technology that if I get the manager position at Coffee Bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3) Driving License.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;4) Personal Family Affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Yes, even a happy go lucky guy have internal family problems..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So that just sums up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But these are not the interesting thing that is about to happen. The interesting ones are the BANGKOK trip!! Yes, as from today it's like 4 days left!! Oh My Gawd! I love trips because trips means I'm free! Free from worries and burdens and it's like leaving everything behind and just bring yourself and PARTAY!! Yeah once you've come back from your holidays then you worried about it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This Bangkok trip will be the first time ever with my close friends. Will be different from my Brunei and Taiwan trips because it's like with the army. Haha. Anyways, the suckiest part of this trip is that news have been reporting that there's a huge storm that is going to hit Bangkok between now and end of next month. HOW NICE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(that is what my Eagle Company of platoon 3 would say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, strong winds, heavy rains and big waves like 4-5 meters high. Great,just great.Anyway I think this will be fun. I love strong winds and cold weather.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So maybe it ain't that bad eh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At least if I were to die, I die happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Haha. Well what ever it is, hopefully the storm will not happen at all. Not this month not even next since it's the fasting month. Hopefully God is merciful to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well then I better get going to rest as I got lots to talk about with the ADM. Haiz. I hope all goes well. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-7479235943285469281?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7479235943285469281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=7479235943285469281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7479235943285469281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7479235943285469281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/08/move-over.html' title='First Step..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-336012552524657758</id><published>2008-07-12T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:32:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As much as I wish I'm dead, well I'm still alive. Nope, I didn't tried to jump off the AYE fly-over yet. Not that I have the courage to do so but it's just that I feel I have something else more worth of doing then thinking of the faster way to die. Yeah, something keeps me pinned down to Earth so I keep on living and try to do what's best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sounds ludicrous right?&lt;/span&gt; I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But there's something in my mind keeps bothering me. I don't know if I ever going to be a criminal or ever going to appear in the newspaper front page with my face on it and the headlines written in bold and big fonts saying,"Unforgivable Serial Killer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know why, I just have this feeling like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how is it feels like to kill someone? What will my reaction be when I kill someone? What will I do after I kill that someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;These question keeps popping out of my mind like as if some bug have infested my brain poisoning with all these killing thoughts. Sometimes I would even think how much blood would ooze out once I stab them in the stomach or the chest or maybe the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Would a kitchen knife would be strong enough to go through a thick skull? Or would it get stuck and then blood gushes out spraying like a sprinkler on the backyard or would it be like water leaking out slowly from a lose pipe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had no idea why but lately I have this desire to kill someone. Not because I hate that someone or what but just random. Yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have I gone mad?&lt;/span&gt; No. Just curious but my desire of killing someone doesn't really exceed to the extend that I would choose my target, stalking them and recording everything they do and then when I found a loophole for me to kill them I make my move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I suppose. Since I plan that out in an instant it does make a good plan. Haha. I think I've really gone mad. Or maybe these movies that I've been watching just makes me have this urge to kill someone. Either when I'm angry or just plain curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe I should go to the police or probably a Psychiatrist. I don't know why. Sometimes when I look at someone, I just keep thinking how would he/she would react when I kill them. Their expression on their faces. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Would they cry in pain? Panic? Scream when they saw blood gushing out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; (Just a little bit side track, a friend of mine used to be afraid of blood. His own blood that is. He would feel giddy or maybe I suppose fainted when see his own blood. So imagine if I stab someone who have phobia of his own blood and see lots of blood coming out of his body, would he faint and not scream or he forgotten to scream in pain because of the overwhelming frighten of his own blood? Curious eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gosh, I've got to do something. Yeah, kill someone. In my dreams. Haha. Well not that I didn't do it before. In my dreams. Yeah I really did in my dreams. I pointed a gun or revolver or what ever it is in my hand &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(could be a pepper spray)&lt;/span&gt; pointed at a guy and shot him. The only sad part was that when I shot him, he disappeared from my sight. Not magically, I turn away. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Criminal minds. Freaky aren't they. Sometimes people aren't born criminals but happen to be a criminal tragically. So here comes the question,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What are they thinking when they are executing the crime? What is going on in their mind? Was it because of their desire so strong to achieve it in a bad way that it clouded their doubts to even worry of the consequences? Or was it that plain fun to them to do such things?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I could add up more question but it leaves me to more question and no answers. Well actually there is answers but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why in killing someone to be a solution?&lt;/span&gt; Take it if it's not a robbery or hijack but killing randomly without reasons. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why is that?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I wonder if my feeling of killing someone would lead me to become a random serial killer with no reasons but the curiosity of seeing blood flowing of a human body. Maybe I should be a doctor and work in the Operating Theater. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But again I would answer, it's not the same. Cutting a human body from the state of unconsciousness is different from someone who's conscious. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Difference?&lt;/span&gt; One is sleeping soundly unaware of what's going on so when the skin is being cut on a numb skin by the what ever thing they use to make it numb no increase of blood pressure or screamed of pain or blood gushing out like a sprinkler. On the other hand, a conscious person would panic and scream in pain and the increasing rate of blood pressure will cause the blood gushing out like a sprinkler. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sadistic aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Remember Hannibal?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I also feel how is it.. Well you know, the taste of a brain. Human brain. I still remember those images. That an opened human skull and he's still conscious. His brain was being cut and cooked, fried I suppose and I do wonder how would it taste like since it looks soft. Must have been like MnMs. Melt in your mouth not in your hands but in this case the taste isn't candy chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha. I don't know what's going on in my head. Anyway it's not just recently I've felt this way, been a long time. Just that this year, it's stronger. Not to worry, I'm still sane. I won't do it these things. As curious I would get but I don't think I've broke the limitation of my insanity yet. Just don't make me insane. You don't want to be the first in my list. Well, make that second. I think I got my first. If he breech the limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-336012552524657758?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/336012552524657758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=336012552524657758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/336012552524657758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/336012552524657758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/killer.html' title='Killer....'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-5667587019297252610</id><published>2008-05-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:11:18.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or my multiply users click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://redslifeat.blogspot.com"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A wish come true. I guess it was more like after few years. Haha. Not that I asked for it every year but I think two years ago. For a day to have grey sky, cold wind and  beautiful sky in the night. Yep, that day was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Most of you all know, yesterday I turn 24. Yeah, old man. already two cycles completed. Haha. You know, every 12 years is where your peak moments. Like when you were 12 you were taking your PSLE where is your first step to teenage hood. Now at 24 is where you suppose to choose your life what and how you want to live. Being carefree and simple minded, I still don't bother about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still it's not like I'm slacking and not working. I do. Part time. Still in the 'play mode' kind of work. Not a serious one. People keep asking me what do I want to do what interests me, I replied, no idea. Haha. If you ask me what I like to do, sleeping. Haha. What I'm interested to do, hmmm, that's a tough one because there's a lot. Video games, animation, sounds and musics, cooking and still lots of others just that I can't remember them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still if I just can't decided what to become, I guess then it'll be easy for you to spot me at one of the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf outlet. I might just be a manager there. Don't ask for free drinks! Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway I would like to thank all my friends who wished to me yesterday on my birthday. I know this blog shows it's on 29th May 2008 but today is really the 30th May 2008 today. I don't know what's wrong with the system it kinda sucky that the website timing is different from our own timing in Singapore. Yes my birthday falls on 29th May every year as long as I live. I know it's not that easy to remember as I also sometimes don't remember your birthday mixing up with someone else's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I still remember Ririn wish me 2 months earlier. Haha. Seriously she message me,"RedRulz Happy 22nd(I think) Birthday!!" Then I replied,"Like 2 months in advance?" Haha. That was really a good laugh. I can't really remember which year it was but sure it's a memory I'll have for a very long time. What do I do without you Ririn. My days will be so boring. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday some of my friends meet me up to have a so called small party dinner with me. Right after I watch The Chronicles of Narnia, The Prince Caspian with my two nieces I met them after that. My secondary school mate that is. They treat me to Swensens at Holland Village. Sad though that we didn't get to eat the ice cream as the service was terribly slow. Either they were shortage of staff or it's just too jammed packed. My friend lost patience and we decided to cancel off our ice cream order. Sad but what to do but I do pity the manager, guess she did had lots of trouble that day. Hopefully she gets to peace her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yesterday wasn't bad at all. Pretty much is what I wanted. Cooling day and beautiful night sky. Which reminds me, exactly at 12.40am on 29th May 2008 as I was walking to the new park beside Jurong Point, that was the most stars I've seen in my neighborhood. The sky was really clear and I could see lots of them. The beauty of nature, not many appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've just look outside the window and something struck me again but then again, I think I just let it pass, I won't blog about it. I'll just let it go. I guess in time, I'll be better. Anyway to those who haven't wish me birthday or you thought it was too late, well you still can. All because I was born at 6.50pm so you still got time until 6.49pm today. As in 30th May 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So once again thank you for the wishes and I'll see ya when I see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to add. Being alone on your birthday , it's not that bad. It just let you have more time to think of what you want to do in life. Keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-5667587019297252610?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5667587019297252610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=5667587019297252610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5667587019297252610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5667587019297252610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2680680705496884120</id><published>2008-05-28T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:09:09.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out your window..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For my multiply users. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What shall I blog about today's posting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I know it has been like 24 days right after I post about my regrets, my past and other stuff but as much as I would like to do interesting post it just goes away and I'll be talking more on life, my life and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Irritating isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean when sometimes you feel like it's a good thing to talk about and you have all the ideas and stuff but once you've reached home, it just went down the drain and you totally forgot about it. What I always have, Short Term Memory. Guess the older you get, the more forgetful you'll become but I believe in my case, distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I guess I have no choice then, been thinking about this topic for a very long time. Well let's say it had been in my mind since the first time I started this blog. Well it's still going to be about life but this is pretty interesting to me though. Because as someone who always type his stuff, playing his game, chatting with friends and other duties as well on the computer, thinking about life have never been less interesting in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So before I start, let my ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Where is your computer located at? Living room? Bed room? Kitchen? Toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(I hope that's a water proof computer you're having)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; where exactly it's being placed? On your bed? On the computer table? In the middle of the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Still I guess the most important question of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; what floor are you staying on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As for me, at my own home, my computer is in my dad's room and I stayed on the second floor just the room is on the third floor and it's placed right beside the window. Through the window I can see the next flats which shows the kitchen of the next flats and lots of time I could see the elderly either drying laundry or staring at the sky and I totally had no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right now I'm staying with my sister and now I stay on the fourth floor and the computer is placed in the living room and again it's beside the window. Well this time it's a huge window and you can see a lot and again it's the kitchen I see but this time I can't really see if anyone is doing laundry. Yeah I know what you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;fet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ish about who's doing the laundry or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; must have been wanting to steal the undergarments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Right. You hit the jackpot. In HELL. No way. That's like eww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So let's come to my point. About life. When the first time I saw the elderly doing the laundry it make me think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; what happen to her son or daughter? How come no one is helping them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; So I stop and think for the various reasons that could come up with. If I were to be optimistic they are at work. If I were to be pessimistic I would say they left them there alone after got married and better jobs. So then again even if they really at work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; don't you feel that your parents should rest and not do too much household chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I mean they have been taking care of you since you're a baby and now your a grown man and woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; don't you think you should do it yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean pretty much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; is that how you would expect them to do when they got older? What happen if there's accident while they were doing those chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; They aren't getting any stronger by the minute. Even if they say they are fine, at least help them or tell them you can manage to do it on your own. For goodness sake you're a grown person now. Well my point is that don't stressed up your parents doing those jobs anymore, it's just not fair especially when you're still young and can manage those jobs. Come on. It's your clothes your wearing, you should clean up your own mess not them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still laundry was not the only thing I thought about. As normal I would get, I always pun myself in their shoes. When I'm 50,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; will I be like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ok maybe not 50, like my parents both retired at the age of 60,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; so would I be like them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cleaning up and be like a 'maid' for my kids when I'm not working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I mean by that age I won't be as strong as I used to be. Maybe lifting 10kgs of rice is no longer easy for me I might need to use a trolley, bending over to pick up something for the floor is no longer easy too as it could hurt my back. So then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; would that be a life I want to have while waiting for the angel of death to claim my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I rather concentrate on my prayers 5 times a day, reciting the Quraan after each prayers and rest when I need to. Yep. No work. No household chores. Come on think about it. You've been living stressed up for the past let's say your peak period is about from 28 to 52 that's full 24 years of stressed level of working your ass off trying to get pay raise, take care of your babies, doing household chores, make sure you have food on the table and bills to pay not forgetting the debts you have to clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Don't you think you deserve better living after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just imagine right after you've reach the same age as your parents and before that you've never even done once in your life doing laundry and when your sons and daughters expect you to do it, now that is what I called karma. Yeah, people would say, don't be ridiculous, I won't be living that way, I'll hired a maid. Right, that is one of the way, if you have the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; What if by the time you retire the money you have is not even enough for the rest of your life and only God knows for how long more you're living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See this is what I mean, as the technologies advances and more services could help our standard of living, we take simple things as doing our own household chores for granted knowing we could always hired someone to do it. Especially maids agencies nowadays is available almost anywhere. Especially at Bukit Timah Shopping Centre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; right Ririn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So who am I getting at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I'll spell out in caps and dashes, S-P-O-I-L-T-B-R-A-T. Kids nowadays don't do things by themselves lately. They go to school with their parents sent them to school carrying their bags. Best thing of all, they need air-cons not fans, they rather take the bus even it's just a 15 minutes walk, they rather eat in restaurant then eating at the hawker centre just because hawker centre doesn't provide air-con services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How I wish that I could sent them off for a simple-life training. I guess then it would make myself at ease. Well seriously I'm not targeting at kids as in primary school students, but secondary and above. I know. If even by tertiary level and you still act like the world owes you, I'm so going to be a serial killer instantly. Kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even if you're not a kid anymore maybe a working person, have the courtesy of at least lighten their burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You asked me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well I'm blessed with good wealth that my family could afford maids but it wasn't to take care of my parents, well that's just too personal to talk about maybe as and when I feel or have the courage I could talk about it. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So how could you lighten their burden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Do your own laundry in the morning once you've awake if you can afford it, hire a maid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you hired a maid, do treat them good. I'll talk about that matter some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I leave it to your thoughts about what you want to achieve when you've reach the age of 60. Me you ask, I've already said it but anyways, I've already said in the previous blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"I don't want to live more than the age of 34. I have my reasons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if you want to think about life easily, place your computer beside the window and look outside of it. Definitely something will trigger you. If outside your windows are trees and more trees, gosh,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; are you living in the jungle?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Well I'll talk about that some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-2680680705496884120?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2680680705496884120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2680680705496884120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2680680705496884120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2680680705496884120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-out-your-window.html' title='Look out your window..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-5546944883548856036</id><published>2008-05-04T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:32:51.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts.. Take Me Away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you guys ever thinks that sometimes noticing some thing that is so peculiar keeps popping out right in front of you suppose to mean something?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like a favorite song of yours keeps playing on the radio on three different stations that you happen to change on different timings that they happen to play your song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; do you ever feels that it means something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I feel it all the time. That the things that happening around me suppose to be a message that is telling me that either it's good or bad. For an example, if I ever to listen to the radio and every time I hear "Don't Speak" by No Doubt is being played on the air, means I'm going to have a sad week or month as either relationships going bad or sad memories will be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I were in the bus and I noticed that only a handful of guys in the bus and lots of ladies in the bus means that I'm going to have one of a hectic day and if it's the opposite instead it's going the best day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know it's kinda weird but it is true that I do notice these kind of things almost every time. It would never be like if I were to wear red color means it's my lucky day if I wear black I'm going to be unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways that's not the point of why suddenly I decided to update this fast within a week. It's more of a heart matter and funny that it still hurts reminiscing of my past love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been over two years and remembering it just kills me. Either because the love still exist within me or I just feel like I would love to try for another go. I told my friend that I still remember that moment and seriously it was the best. Nope. Not the sexual way because it was more, innocent. Yes I would define it as a decent and innocent relationship as we've never even touch each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Was something that feels so pure that good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't know. It's almost as if like you feel respected that I will wait for the right moment to happen kind of thing but sadly it didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky or unlucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Either thoughts, no one's loss but just sad it didn't go as far as I would had expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Earlier I watch this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; movie titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Suara Kasih"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I think. Acted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fauziah Ahmad Daud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, and my sister and her husband says that it was a true story of her with her first love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was really sad having to lose someone just because of the 'ranking' factor because of family wealth involve. I totally hate that kind of person who look down on someone who's no one special but just normal people without having to know the person well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Hell do that think that they are special because they have wealth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sure it's good to have them but love and money doesn't suits each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really feel sad watching that story. Good thing I wasn't alone while I was watching it. If I did, I can bet you I'll be needing a pillow and lots of tissue papers. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (emo bastard, can't help it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Not only because I'm emotional, I did lost someone whom I can't even compete with. Nope not ranking, this is more of a religious side. Well I moved on from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways I just don't know why I feel very hurt after watching that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Was it because I felt her pain or was it because the pain was remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Yes and this time I'll say it but I won't do it. I would love to go to a high place right now and just jump down freely into hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I do question myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; why do happiness coexist with sadness? Why do pleasure coexist with pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; why do we have to go through all the ups and downs at the same time? Why can't everyone just be happy and problem free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Which brings to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; why do problems always arise small but the solutions are always difficult to solve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Was that you called life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So to those people who don't gain hardships and torture means they have no life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't know. Maybe life means something else or more than just hardships. Up until now no one knows the meaning of life. To be breathing and walking and seeing the people you treasure most, I guess that fits more of the meaning of being alive. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As optimistic I could get, maybe hardships are the process of living and part of the meaning of life. Maybe the meaning of life is to experience the good and the bad things in this world and have faith with your Creator praying to Him that one day you will be bless by Him in life and hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess you could use that for the meaning of life. Anyways as we all know, we don't live in this world forever. We will die one day. Maybe I could die right after I post this blog no one knows. We don't set the future but we plan it, it's all up to Him to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Am I being religious right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well, not really, but deep in my heart, I do have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The next thing I'm going to say is seriously what I want and it's not a joke. I don't want to live more than 34 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-5546944883548856036?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5546944883548856036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=5546944883548856036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5546944883548856036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5546944883548856036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurts-take-me-away.html' title='Hurts.. Take Me Away..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3986760770327721585</id><published>2008-05-02T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:13:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets, Confusions, Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even before reading what's coming up next, I got myself confuse reading the text I just wrote below. So to save up your time since WE are dying with every breath we take, don't read it if you think reading about someone's life is boring or maybe because of what I write is nonsense or doesn't make sense but either way just put they little effort by clicking the 'X' button on the top right corner or just press Alt + F4. Sorry for taking your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every time I wanted to write something it always have its way of slipping out of my head. Either I was distracted by someone's blog or just happen to forget about it. Well I guess this time I have something to help me think. This song that is playing in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As sad I would actually think, the tunes and the lyrics kinda makes me think of my past. It's always been my past. I just love to see it again and recall and analyze it which brings me to this thing I had in mind for quite sometimes and everyone whom can think or maybe don't even need to think knows this word. Regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I finished my PSLE. I know I couldn't go to the express stream just how my brother did when he scored an aggregate of 209 or 215 something like that. At the time of my PSLE I scored 187. My mum says I was about either 10 - 15 points away to get into the express stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I was in my secondary school I kind of did well in my studies just I sucks at History and Literature so when come to sec 3 I took English, Mathematics, Combine Science (Physics n Chemistry), Mother Tongue, Geography, Principles of Accounts and Art. N level I was suppose to scored 3 1s for my best subjects which was POA, Mathematics and Combine Science. Instead I got 2 for each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comes the best of the best part of my studies, GCE 'O' Levels. I dropped Geography just because I don't want to see someone in my class not that I didn't have interest in the subject and in the end, I didn't do well in my 'O's. Scored about 21 points but got D7 for English and all my courses I had in mind couldn't be selected so I went to the IT line instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comes to Polytechnics met lots of friends and kinda enjoy a lot and skipping classes and do keep track of our own attendance as there's a limit to the absentees if not your barred from the exams. Well that didn't go through well. Kicked out so that a full stop in my education. Well I thought it was a comma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NS life came and I got to think all those thing I done in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What if I didn't play Warcraft 2 and Diablo while I was taking my PSLE, would I get a better aggregate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What if I tried really hard in attaining grade 1 for my sec 1 subjects, would I be better in the express stream in sec 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What if I drop all my internet gamings and my so called stupid love life I had in poly times, would I have passed my subjects and be holding a diploma right now and being the only in the family to hold a diploma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Regrets. People says there's no point in regretting. It can't change the past nor help you along the way how you would lead your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if you don't regret what do you do then? They'll say, lift up your head high and try not to repeat the same mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Easier said then done. As much as I would love to see the life that way, that's a dream life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Most of the people in this would regrets doing that they do. Either what they did benefits them or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Because only when actions have been made, they would realize then I could have done a better outcome. Now that is being greedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just like betting. After winning a bet that you placed for a dollar because you only have two dollars left in your pocket and you won the bet. In the back of your mind if you're greedy," I should have bet both my dollars and get the prize money doubled!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even if it is just a little feeling it's still regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sex. Now that's something very wide and great example. For all those who have gone through it's process, hell yeah it felt good. As simple as it is as a package of a male sexual organ feels in the warmth place of a female sexual organ, sure it felt good and undeniably great but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how would you feel when you find out she got someone sleeping in that tummy of hers? Scared? Shocked? Fear? Don't tell my Regret is not one of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sure everyone will say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Is he stupid? Doesn't he knows to shoot outside not in? What can't afford condoms?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; One, stupid maybe yes, in the first place if you have thought of the consequences of that she might get pregnant and willing to take responsibility go ahead if not you're stupid. Two, ejaculation. Hell not everyone born with a remote explosions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; have you heard of premature ejaculation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Three, condoms. Even with a condom it doesn't give you 100% protections. Possibility of a breakage or maybe yes couldn't afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now this brings me to these group of people whom I've recently thought of too. Tattoo lover. They just seems to love putting body arts on them self. Sure it looks sexy and kinda manly too but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;have you thought of the long range?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, you won't really have regrets in having a tattoo on you and even when you've age and your skin gets wrinkled and your tattoo actually look wrinkly. I'm not saying they are stupid or what, it's just that I was wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; don't they regret of having such big tattoos and undeniably cool tribal tattoos on their body that when time ages it'll look horrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; For me I guess I would. Haha. A boy full or regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (points at myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what's my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well basically in life no one have ever in their every beat of their heart and every air they gasp just to keep themselves alive feel regret of what they do in life. No matter how much you tried to deny it all of us have this regret feeling deep in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just like how I feel every time. Regret. My school. My love life. My family. Myself. But I don't feel depressed at all. I just hope to have a better chance to do over again. If I were even given a chance. As much as I miss that someone, miss school and more importantly, miss having myself right beside me. No this is no ghost joke. It's just a saying that I've been wanting to be in everyone shoes but I forgot which one is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now after all that, I just feel lost but no matter what, I'm still going to every opportunity I had. I guess it's the only thing that keeps me moving in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So did I regret the life I'm going through now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As a matter of fact, yes, but there's always a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why it happen right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just think of this, God works in His own mysterious way for us to reveal it slowly but after knowing the truth, yes regrets may arrive but no matter what have installed for us, just keep on moving forward. Maybe that dream life of ours could be waiting. Or we've already achieved it without knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-3986760770327721585?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3986760770327721585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3986760770327721585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3986760770327721585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3986760770327721585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/05/regrets-confusions-life.html' title='Regrets, Confusions, Life...'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2893781288361309895</id><published>2008-04-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:27:19.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This will be my first time updating at my sister's home. Like, finally she got an internet at home. Nowadays I've been staying with her, pretty much the weekdays. Only weekends I'll be going home just to save up on transportation that is and another some private stuff which I rather keep it to myself. No point in saying it here as it's a family matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So I guess even a free and easy willed guy have a sensitive side eh? Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody have a heart and a brain to think to act as it own free will but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what happen to someone when he or she started to depend on people's thought too much? What is he or she trying to convey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; You can't think for yourself that you keep thinking I better check for a second opinion so that my life will be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What? Are you insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; What are you taking your life as?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That one downfall means dooms day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look up to the sky and smell the carbon monoxide. We are dying as every breath we take.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You sure didn't think of that do you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing can be perfect in this world. There's always be some flaws that you will go through and if you manage to perfect it on your own, you excel dependency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What's this horoscope thing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come on. You know your life better than some fake stuff guide. Not all the words they pour at you mean that's who you are. You life aren't something to be controlled or to be told. It's your choice and yours alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who are they to tell you what to do and how to lead your own life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes I couldn't agree more even they are your friends but how do you know if your friends are not trying to pull you down. They may sound right but still the decision is still yours to make. Not them. You could seek advice but not asking cheat codes. Hell they don't even exist in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So what I'm trying to get at?&lt;/span&gt; Be Independent. Show us that you can stand up on your own two feet without using us as crutches. It have been painful to us even sometimes I don't even bother but it hurts me seeing my own friend being scrutinized badly right in front of me. Not that I blame them but it does kills me that I can't help it but to agree with them. Not because they are my friends but because it's a fact that facts doesn’t comes from a fictional story books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well that's off my chest, now I'm going to say something else. Something I've keep for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First of all I would like to thank all my friends in my life for being a good friend to me. My 'rotten' mates. Sorry if I didn't get to meet up with you guys. I just feel like timing is not right and the group how we used to be are like different and I just feel outdated. Haha. Anyway there isn't a proper plan of meet up and that's why last minute calls don't work anymore. It's hard being famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry to my poly mates for sometimes couldn't answer your calls and not getting to meet up often too. Like I've said it's hard being famous as so many people meeting me up and looking at you guys just feel different to me. You guys went ahead so far I just feel left out and I just feel I don't belong there. I'm one of those screwed up bastard that got trashed out of school just because two fucked up lecturers don't know how to teach their students and my repeated partner been busy plucking her pussy pubes that she also didn't thought of meeting me up to do our projects. So that's that and I just feel out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry to my GH cbtl mates. Even though as now I don't really talk to you guys or even contact all of you but I just feel sorry for being a bad friend. After I went for NS I just couldn't catch up with you as though I found a new family I throw you away. Been too long and I really don't know where to start to make it up. So I'm just so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Eagles brothers in tekong and 4SIR. Great knowing you guys and I hope to see all of you soon no matter where ever we meet. If you see me do acknowledge me. I might be having another pair of eyes but my mind is somewhere else. Sorry to those who have seen me but I didn't acknowledge back. Maybe my mp3 was deafening my mind I forgot to say hi or maybe I was too shy to tell you that,"Oh you look familiar. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who are you again?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some friend am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My entity family. Life has never been less fun with you guys. Everywhere and every time we are together laughter never miss us. Not forgetting those scary nights and freaky experience we've been through in those haunted places and after those experiences we had a good laugh about it. Sure it was fun but seems like the family getting smaller and smaller. I just wish we could go back the same as how we were and no hidden loops with killing vengeance on each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My secondary school friends thank you for the thick and thins going through our lives. It has been fun and really, meeting you guy up just feels like we are back in our 5 years of our teenage life again. Seems like things have never really change in our attitudes and sure, old jokes are still the best. The bowling and pool sessions sure gives us time to reminisce our old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So frankly, I feel I'm a bad friend and I just feel I don't deserve the credit that most of my friends give to me. To me every passing moment is a great memory which I just don't know what happen or what went wrong that changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Was the word growing up? Or was the word called moving on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's still clueless to me but one thing for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I may not be there, but you're still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-2893781288361309895?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2893781288361309895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2893781288361309895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2893781288361309895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2893781288361309895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/04/truth-is-out.html' title='Truth is out..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-768326894401676245</id><published>2008-03-31T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:01:36.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes things going on around my life just makes me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; What do I want in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Being the age of 23 and soon to be 24 I still can't decide what I really want in life. As stressful I am thinking about it over and over again I just seems not to have any ambition towards my life in the future. I don't even know what or where do I see myself in 5 years time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everyone in my life seems like to move on so perfectly. Having better educations, better jobs, getting married, having kids on their own and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I just have, nothing. The time when my life stops improving was after my poly days. After I was kicked out from school, which lots of my friends keep saying that I QUIT, it just stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love suck and I don't even know what is actual love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What was the true reason to have a companion by your side? What does watching movie with the person you love most was suppose to mean? What does spending time with the person you love suppose to make any difference from your own friends? Does having a companion means you have a new life or is it important to have a companion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My opinion, they are just same normal people around you. There's not much different from your own friend. Just that friends don't kiss, hug you while watching a movie or sent you home to your door steps and give a peck on the side of the lips before you close the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So was that the reason why we want a companionship in our life or was it another reason? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jobs. I'm ok with anything. You teach me, I learn and I'll do my job to the fullest. Not giving myself credit but this is what I see about myself when ever I got a job. Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (CBTL). One of the job I enjoyed the most. First it started awkwardly and too many things to remember but soon after I could do things with my eyes close. Not literally though. Then I started meeting new people, hearing work gossips, late nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sessions and not forgetting clubbing sessions. Haha. Sadly it ended when I got myself into army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then in the army was my most peaceful days of my two years life. I didn't had to worry about school, work or a job. All I had to do was make my sergeants and sirs happy and I'm free to go. Even if I had to be their dog it was perfectly fine to me because I know I didn't disturb them so they won't disturb me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now army had ended and I planned to go back to school to start fresh. While waiting for results I start to work part time in a photocopying shop. Easy job and seriously was much better then CBTL. Sadly plan didn't go well as my application wasn't successful. Shit happens. Best of all I didn't have a contingency plan. I was seriously hoping so badly to go back to poly. I guess NYP barred me forever from going to another poly then or it wasn't just my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what do I do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I guess I can't help it then, learning how to drive. Since it's my mum's wish and she's sponsoring me so I'll just take that offer. I don't want to go back CBTL just as yet. I want to try new other jobs. FnB are just a playing thing to me. I want to try like office and want to know what do they mean by office politics and stuff. Then again with my only O level certificate I guess I can't go anywhere much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess my life couldn't get any much better or it could be in a slow pace right now. Well either way I hope it could just speed up a little bit. As of right now I just feel like being alone is the best thing for me. Need to do a little of soul searching. Not on love but my life. I just need to find a purpose and a reason for me in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really miss my army life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-768326894401676245?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/768326894401676245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=768326894401676245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/768326894401676245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/768326894401676245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost.html' title='Lost..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-7787429502026841822</id><published>2008-03-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:03:10.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As of now that I start to type, it's already 1:16 AM. I'm sleepy but I don't know why I still have this urge that it's either today or not ever. Haha. Stupid as it is or maybe I just want to have a say here in my blog. I guess I have lots to say. Or maybe little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok Love Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A movie that I've watched recently. Yeah. Gay movie. Rated 21 and I wonder why. For what I know all R21 movies have sexual scene that reveal naked scenes like either butt naked or breast. In this case there's no breast since it's a gay movie but you'll never know unless you've watch it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; Well there's isn't any naked scene or breast. They make it R21 because it's two guys kissing each other passionately with them wearing only their undies. Yes. That's all. I believe the 'sex' scene was cut completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway the movie was about an assassin(Cloud) and a witness(Stone). Basically the assassin was suppose to kill the witness but in the end help him out because he was hired by someone he despise. Protecting Stone from being shot Cloud took the impact and after they escape Stone willingly took care of Cloud. Funny that after their intimate scene, both have a so called dark past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In school Cloud was already in love with a guy secretly but at the same time he fell in love with a girl. Bisexual. Cloud was molested when he was young by his step father which I guess his sexuality gotten confuse there and he was uncertain of it. Curious confuse. Haha. Weird but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I won't really say the whole story of it but just a gist of it. Tragic sad ending that I concluded their love were never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the show ended, I actually could count how many watched the movie. Exact number. 10. Including me. Haha. Can't blame though as the only time slot they had was at 1:55 AM. So on the way down to the first floor in the lift this girl and her friend or maybe boyfriend asked him this question,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So, was the movie promoting homosexuality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" If I could burst into a loud laughter, I would have but I have to keep my insanity to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how can that show be a promoter of homosexuality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It's just a show and a movie. A fiction. If you like, you could take it as this way, gays are all around you. Could be your colleague, your school pals, you best buddies or even your family. If an assassin could be gay and so as someone who's about to be married be gay or bisexual, I guess there's no wrong in assuming that maybe the guy who always walk closely to a guy to be gay. Haha. Still they could just be old pals or childhood friend or brothers. Still you never know. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last Sunday, Ririn, ShieldLeo, M.Zul and me had a small reunion with our beloved P.Ross that came back from Brunei and this time she's staying for good. I guess the 'family' is back and hopefully we could be our old self again soon going for scary night trips and night cruising to 'famous' places. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So far the instant plan we had was to overnight at Pulau Ubin at Nordin Beach. Pulau Ubin is already freaky to me but overnighting there, now that will be totally shitting in my pants. Stories of Ubin being haunted seems like getting more and more real to me. People always advise to go during the day and make sure to leave by 6pm or the last boat trip back to Singapore. Had no idea why but even the boat have it's stories. One of my friend took a picture in the boat going to Pulau Ubin and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; He got a welcoming hand on his right shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goodness I must have been insane to write about this especially at this hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MALAM JUMAAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Goodness I totally forgot about it. Hopefully nothing happen though. Even though I've already felt the warning signs. Let my type a few more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So about the trip to Pulau Ubin, I'm scared as well but it'll be one of an experience though. For camping overnight I just can't wait to play with fire. Love camp fires. Haha. Remind me of the old times I had in Brunei training but never like the walks though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess that's all I've got to say. My eyes are getting heavier by the seconds and yes, I hear the bed and the pillows calling me and the gateway to dreamland is about to open. I guess I'll just finish up the blog here. Wow! The fastest blog update I had. Now is 1:57 AM. 41 minutes. Personal record I guess. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-7787429502026841822?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7787429502026841822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=7787429502026841822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7787429502026841822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7787429502026841822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-6014976473410625363</id><published>2008-03-05T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:29:01.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been a while. Well more like been a long time. Haha. Didn't realize that I didn't update my blog for so long. Either I didn't know that time was moving too fast or I didn't visit my blog. I guess I almost forgot that I had a blog. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what have I been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Nothing much. Sleep. Walk. Work. Paper cuts. Backache. Headaches. Smoking. Movies. Eating. Bathing. Grooming. Going out. Clubbing. Oops. Haha. ShieldLeo and Ririn so gonna kill me if they finds out I went clubbing recently. Haha. Still it's not just your ordinary club. This is PLAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There have been two clubs I went recently so far. As I can remember, Double O and Ministry Of Sound. Most frequent is definitely MOS. Hope you guys don't mind the abbreviation as MOS looks almost like Mos burger thing. You get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So you go to a club. Double O or MOS. What's common you see? The people and drinks. Both have good crowds and sure for every guys dream. Hot chicks and great music. The guys will dress up like either they were to look like some hot rappers or some daddy with thick fat wallets. Make some cool moves and reciting the song as if they were their own song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another common thing you will see that the girls will looks their best as more commonly I would say, One Night Stander Slut. Revealing cleavage and tight fitting wear and thick make ups and sparkling blings just to get the guys attentions. Oh not forgetting the butt grinding and sexy moves to attract the guys. As usual once they get the guys attention, they'll do what they do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What do guys do in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ah. Damn normal. Get their numbers and next thing you know, hook up for a night or save it for later. After use don't forget to pass around. Haha. That's what I've been hearing from my friends when I was in camp. Maybe not totally heard but it seems that's what been going around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still if not flirting is being done in a clubs, there's always fighting. Not happy with one another because their penis are bigger then the other or smaller so they want to bash up each their to grab and take it for themselves. Or maybe the ladies sees someone with bigger breast or smaller so they thought they want to try if their breast slapping is good or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still, let's not lose hope on humanity just as yet. Maybe there are still some good girls and boys out there that goes to club just to have some music fun and dance or just mingle around to broaden their social life. In a good way of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So what's my point about PLAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before you read this part which I believe going to be a short one I got to warn you first. If you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;an open minded person. Leave. If you think you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; KNOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it all. Leave. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; BELIEVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this world is all about law. Leave. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; THINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;politics rocks. Leave. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; SAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;being a homosexual is disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes. PLAY. It's a gay club. Funny, weird but true. I went to a gay club. Well it wasn't my first time though as I went to Ynot or was it called Why Not before. Sure I miss that place seeing the drag show with them cracking their jokes and stuffs. Still it was my first time to PLAY. Not that big but sure the crowd was huge. Yes. Many. Yes. BANYAK. Ririn, I'm sure you would drool if you see what I saw that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Look left, look right, look in front and look behind you. Guys were every where. Gorgeously looking. Hunks. Handsome faces. Well everything is like top to the max. Well ladies before you get excited, it is a gay club. So there's a possibility they are gay but you still could have your chances if he's a bisexual. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Talking about ladies. I believe the club didn't say Guys Only. So there was girls around there too. Yes they are the real deal. Skinny arms and legs and the most important, no Adam's Apple. Oh. If only I brought my see through clothes glasses, maybe I could see if she got balls or not. Haha. Right. I'm sure they are girls just having fun with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Music at PLAY was ok. Electro mix kind of stuff. All are mixes of the famous songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fast beat, cool atmosphere and definitely enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By a reliable source Friday they play hip hop and RnB songs. Only Saturday they play electro mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; So what's so good about this club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well one thing for sure, you don't have to worry getting yourself beaten up after the club just because your penis are bigger than his or smaller. Yes I know what you are thinking but I don't think they would do it. Unless you give in. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Frankly, I believe most of them went with their partners. Yes. As disgusting as you might think it was pretty ok for me. YES I know what you are thinking but still we are all humans anyway. Go and watch Queers As Folks. Welcome to the real world. Pretty much they were just huggings and kissings. No if I know what you are about to ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; No sex allowed in a club remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reminds me that long time ago I went to a club called Cheeky Monkey. Their toilet provide a condom dispenser. I wonder what's that all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; PLAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Nope. Didn't see any. Anyway their toilet is an open one for the guys, ladies don't worry they have a closed door toilet for you. Well it's more like a unisex toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So how do they dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Haha. Most of them are like standing around looking at the dance floor. As I was too short and damn the tall guys around there I couldn't really see how they dance on the dance floor. Pretty much all of them just there looking as they are having fun with the music. As normal it would get, you would see more couples kissing and hugging while they were dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Didn't see anyone trying to look like they are some hip hop rapper or some One Night Stander Slut or some daddy with thick fat wallets. Most of them look casual. As standard as it is, metro sexual look. Classy with fashion tight jeans or some hot pants. Oh. Reminds me. I guess the dance floor got pretty hot that some hunks took off their tops. Yes Ririn. Hunks. Not like Bob we know but nevertheless, HUNKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So will I go to PLAY again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Maybe. If I have the time. Maybe Friday. See if the crowd are different from Saturday. Hopefully I would bring a friend maybe Ririn and ShieldLeo to watch the crowd with me this time. Haha. Yes. I wasn't really dancing. Through out my 3 hours there, I was listening to the music being played and watching the crowd. Well, it was no where I was ogling, just observing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; wanna PLAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-6014976473410625363?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6014976473410625363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=6014976473410625363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6014976473410625363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6014976473410625363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/03/play.html' title='PLAY'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3100692237736808711</id><published>2008-02-14T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:28:01.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's better to have loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;never to have love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reflecting it on myself, I'm fortunate what I was loved before. I guess I can't really relate the second part of the phrase. Pretty much by just seeing this sentence it really hurts to be at the other side but some people think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;To Have Loved And Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To have loved and lost is hurting. It could make one go insane, doing unthinkable things and make irrational decision. Pretty much it could harm someone if he/she isn't strong enough. Lost of appetite, lost hopes and could also possibly lost everything that he/she believe in. In other words, they lock themselves and threw the key away and lose all the screws they have in their brains. It could really be that deadly but not everyone are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The stronger ones will move on and continue living on with the pain in their hearts and knowing that one day there will be someone to amend their broken hearts. Putting much faith in destiny and humanity that they will hope to never have to go through such pain again if ever to have a new love. Not to forget, praying to the God they worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some stronger once gave up the opposite sex and go with the same. Now that's hurting. This is true and seriously I can't side either one of them of who to blame. They have their own reasons and they have their own preference. Until today most of us wondered why. Now that is something for all of us to think and find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still there are the forth kind to this too. Gave up on love and just prefer to be alone. Seems like loneliness can be the only friend they have or should I say love. Choose to live their life alone as so not to break their own hearts and others. Knowing that they were once loved and had done once in their life time, was a satisfaction to them and it was enough. So to speak they could die peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Than Never To Have Love At All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is something I can't relate at all but to be in their shoes it's kind of depressing. The urge to love someone special in their life seems not happening or no one to give them love. Feel all alone and sad. No one to share their feelings to. As if like no one open their hearts to them as if they are a jinx to the society. Pretty it seems this group of people are the ones suffering most. Being alone since their school days until now by the age to 24. Now that's terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Results of this effect is seriously kind of make me thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is it worth it to be on this side or the other? To have loved and lost or never to have love at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; As for me I'm already belong to the group To Have Loved And Lost and to my experience, yes it was terrible feeling at first but as time passes by, we move on and with that we gain something that is to be strong and not to give up. Although I gave up on hope and just be like the wind. Let it blows to which ever direction it takes me and if someone to take me in, I'll go with them. Then again, I do want to be loved again but I'm just scared. But to think of myself in Never To Have Love At All, I'll be a super sad guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I believe everyone should get a fair share of love. Not only for couples. Although he/she may not be special but as a friend. To remind them that they are not alone in this world. To remind them that they will always be remembered no matter how long and how far they have gone. That they will always be in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-3100692237736808711?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3100692237736808711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3100692237736808711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3100692237736808711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3100692237736808711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2971202593987480459</id><published>2008-02-05T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:52:18.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just talked about suicide bombing and we had a suicide explosion about two days back. Reports says 90 were injured and sent to a hospital. The explosion was in a station in Colombo. The SMS I receive from New_Flash didn't really says if it were a train station or a bus station. Ever since I've change my phone line to a 3G line I keep getting such updates but this one kind of freaky as I just talk about suicide bombings and now it happen just the very next day. Weird but true.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway today's posting is nothing serious but just a good laugh. Yes it's still on suicide bombings but this is seriously hilarious. As you will know it, it's making fun about who. Regardless it was a good humor. Enjoy the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Achmed The Dead Terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-2971202593987480459?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2971202593987480459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2971202593987480459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2971202593987480459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2971202593987480459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-4640197365804738763</id><published>2008-02-02T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:30:59.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the loving memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muhammad Syaiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29/05/1984 - 01/02/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A loving son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very loyal friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;He died at such a young age leaving lots of thing behind. He died by his own will. It seems like he just had too much on his mind and it leads him to his death. He will be missed by all his friends and especially his family. A person who always smiles and seems like never really show his emotion much to his family but he was much closer to his friend. He never gives up on his belief and always have high hopes in every thing he does. He's not a quitter but I guess everyone has its limit and today we see how fragile human minds are when comes to stressed up situation. He left us a note before he plunge to his death and it seems he want us to read his last words before he left this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Beloved family and friends. It has been a while that I've shared my problems with you. I thought I could do it by myself but I guess because of me trying to be kind to the people I love the most, I didn't want you to get involve. I was looking for another answer to my problems but all this while and silence, I was so lost, I couldn't find them. As close as I could get it, it leads me to a new problem and they keep adding up and I just couldn't seems to handle it well. Anyway I just want to thank you for being there for me always. My family. My friends. My love ones. I'm seriously in your debt but seems like I didn't have the chance to repay them. Before I leave this world I pray for your safety living in this harsh world. Always be strong in what ever you do and never give up. I didn't give up. It's just that I'm going to die too either way I took this jump or not. At least I leave this world a momentarily flight. Smile and be happy always. I love you."&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I'm still alive. That's for sure. It was just a scenario of a situation. I thought to be more realistic I use my own name and my own feelings of why I would do a suicide. As much as I do hate living in this world but I don't have enough strength to move to that step so I'm pretty much confident that I won't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway why death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't know really but seems like a place where I always sits about 4 years ago brings me back all those memories where I always thought to just die and not live again. It just bring back those emotions that I kept so long but the situation above have nothing to do with my own personal life. I was just exaggerating things as part of the feelings I had 4 years ago.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what is my point in talking about death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It wasn't just death. It was more like suicide and leaving behind everything just because you can't solve the problems on your own. Come to think of it I was just trying to be considerate that I didn't want other people to be involve in my problems so I distant myself from my friends and family. Then the problems just keeps piling up like nobody business so it leads me to suicide. Sick but it's just a scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway this is just one of the reason why suicide happens. There's a lot more of other situation like drugs, pregnancy, break ups, financial and anything under the sun that you could think of. Some even kill them self because their pets died so they want to die together. Sick bastard. Fall in love with a man or a woman. Never an animal. Seriously I hate those suicidal people. Even sometimes I think of it too but to do a suicide means you are just a coward. There's always a solution to everything that we do in this world. Even if you're infected with a disease it doesn't means you could do a suicide because you feel that you rather die then lived with the humiliation. It's just wrong. Live your life to the fullest.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still suicide doesn't ends there. There's suicide bombings too. Now that is wickedly sick bastards. They thought by doing it would be to a such honor. My hairy ass honor that I'll give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Seriously I just can't see why these people actually do such suicide bombing? Don't they appreciate their own life? Or are they THAT stupid thinking they would go to heaven if they do such honorable job?&lt;/span&gt; More like stupid job. I really pity those people who got trap in those brainwashed situation and worst, especially in suicide bombings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there's two types of suicide so far I know. One is personal suicide. The other is terrorist suicide. Still both of them are the most stupid thing on Earth. I just can't believe they really think suicide is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Have they ever thought that their problems never leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It just keeps adding up even if you leave this world. The one affected are your close ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Don't you care for any of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; If you do then don't attempt suicide. Don't even think of suicide because it's stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am also stupid just thinking of it but I'm still smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Why?&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-4640197365804738763?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4640197365804738763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=4640197365804738763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/4640197365804738763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/4640197365804738763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2713433125148255665</id><published>2008-01-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:58:08.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh.. Stretching myself after sitting in front of the computer for almost 12 hours. Seriously, I'm bored. Pretty much for two days in a row I've been lazying around at home doing nothing. Well so to speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;if I had no cash for what I leave home right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Still staying at home is seriously boring. Watching tv that keep showing the same shows and same skit and same cartoon simply making me superbly bored. Starhub cable please, you need to change your movies already. NO CLASSIC MOVIE PLEASE!!&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So why didn't I going out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I actually had plans. Going out with my sergeant but don't know why seems like either he didn't want to go out or he just got no mood or tired. Maybe he's still playing the new game of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL. Still, at least inform me, don't make me wait for a fruit that never falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;tunggu sampai buah tak jatuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good thing I had something to keep me occupy. Yeah. Sue me. I declare myself I'm a Mapler so sue me. For being over aged and playing such a children's game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You got a problem for an early twenty guy playing MapleStory?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sue me. As if MapleStory requires an age limit for playing but one thing for sure, cartoon graphics and silly looking monster are for kids but having a marrying scheme and silly love over an online game, that's just corrupting a kids mind. Love each other because of items over the online game, goodness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; teaching kids to be materialistic?&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Never mind that I'll talk more on MapleStory as and when I had the time. The game was just a time-killer. Though sometimes I got too serious I just give reasons not to leave home because I want to play the game. Yeah, sue me, again.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what have I been doing all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Woke up at 8am. MapleStory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12pm. Break. Lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1pm. Watch tv. The Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;( Never really get sick of this movie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3pm. MapleStory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6.30pm. Break. Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7pm. Tv no good shows, back to MapleStory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(and I was still waiting for that call or SMS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10pm. Break. Blogging on how boring my day was.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SOMEBODY ENTERTAIN ME!! LOL. I so need a new life. Being ORDed and broke and not wanting to work because I'm still waiting for the application to go back to school is seriously BORING! HELP!! Argh, if only one day I could find just one stack, I repeat, ONE STACK of $50 notes, it's enough for me to go out for this 4 months. Oh My GawD!! I just realize. It's going to be that long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess that just have to put aside. I just have to endure it then. I guess I just have to go out tomorrow. Maybe go for a run until I faint since I've been gaining weight these past one month. Funny, even I didn't have enough sleep and I still gain weight. No I wasn't on MapleStory.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I just remembered. I wanted to go to the library tomorrow. Hell no idea what ever for. I guess I just need to go out. Funny library goes to my mind first. Normally I'll just think of Jurong Point. Weird. Maybe I'm just being too bored that I can't think of an exciting place so my mind tells me go to a boring place. LOL! Maybe I need to pick up my reading habits again.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Believe it or not I bought this book called,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;How To Talk To Anyone. 92 Little Tricks for Big Success in Relationship.&lt;/span&gt;" ROFLMAO. I'm so laughing at myself every time I see that book. For your information, it's on the floor doing nothing. I don't know why I buy that book. Maybe because I just feel I need a communication skill but seeing that book every time just makes me laugh. Laughing at a looser as myself. LOL.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh, I guess I just need to give my life a new spice into it or bring back the old spices from Tekong BMTC School 1. For example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0530 hrs Reveille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (as if I can wake up at this hour again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0600 hrs Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (erm.. bread jam milo? don't have..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0730 hrs ET Jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (I think 0800hr I can la.. Just wake up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0900 hrs Army stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (what shoud i put myself..Maple?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1200 hrs Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (one quater rice, two vege sides and one meat and fruit? LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1330 hrs Army stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (More Maple? or blog? LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1600 hrs ET Jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (Lazy la.. Sleep can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1800 hrs Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (erm. same as lunch? LOL.. I think I'll have Mc Spicy LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2000 hrs Last Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; ( report to who? Computer.. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2200 hrs Lights off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (erm.. Maple? oh sleep? LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was part of it what I can remember but these only happen on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday more on static training. Haiz.. Miss my Tekong life. It was more fun then just staying at home doing nothing but eat, maple and sleep.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guess this is what my feeling now. Bored and just wish I could turn back the hands of time. I guess I wasn't ready to ORD. LOL. Right. Well I guess I'll update something more interesting some other time. For now this is my life, my rules.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So now you know...&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;truly is..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm a Mapler dumbAss! Did you even read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-2713433125148255665?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2713433125148255665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2713433125148255665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2713433125148255665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2713433125148255665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3841543577533590562</id><published>2008-01-09T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:37:29.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"The human consciousness that originates in the brain and is manifested especially in thought, perception, emotion, will, memory and imagination. It is also the collective conscious and unconscious process in a  sentient organism that direct and influence mental and physical behavior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; - MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pretty much I find this very interesting. Like one of a the line says by Major Chip Hazard,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A mind is a terrible thing to waste.&lt;/span&gt;" Though in the movie it was talking about a memory chip that acts like a mind in each of every toy soldiers. Actually memory chips is a mind as well. Just that it is computerize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Both memory chips and minds are the same thing. The only different is that memory chips are needed to be program for them to think but minds doesn't need to program. We are already doing it on our own as we are growing up. Maybe, that is programming in human terms. Learning that is, but still we already have the ability to think when we are born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Think about it. If any of you have a baby at home, either yours or your sibling's or relatives, you'll notice that a baby really thinks for themselves. When they are hungry they'll cry. When they are sleepy, they'll cry. Well so to speak when they need something to their pleasure or should I say needs, they'll cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why they cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; They are still a baby, you don't expect them to shout,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;MUMMY I WANT MILK!!&lt;/span&gt;" right? Goodness, I'll so be terrified seeing a baby already know 4 syllabus when they are just new born. Still that how our mind work when we were an infant. Then you've already know the rest like the word educations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what am I getting here?&lt;/span&gt; Basically just the thoughts of mind and the appreciation of mind. Pretty much I need lots of minds in writing this entry as a friend of mine did ask me, when am I going to update my blog and actually I had troubling in writing as my mind can't seems to be focusing and there you go, an inspiration to talk. Finally.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Pretty much it's in everyone's life and after finding out about the definition of mind, it really surprises me on how powerful a mind is. Even if we are born not highly educated, we sure have some capabilities in one way or another that no one can have, or could be similar just that no one knows about it, and still this will leads to one thing, your mind.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As much as we know how strong the mind is, it could also over powering the weaker minds. Like, brainwash. For someone who doesn't think much will be easily be fool by things they thought it was a good idea but they didn't know that they were, in a way, being cheated like for an example by a salesmen. No offense but seems to me everyone I know says that to me. Even us being Singaporean, we know something is up but we still choose to go with it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because we don't have a stronger mind and because of majority,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; we can't really opposes them can we?&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So if there were to be a stronger mind in amongst us bloggers and readers, I was just wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why none of us seems to speak our minds a lot? Was it because some people thought it would be selfish of us not thinking straight or it was selfish of us thought we could oppose the majority or is it because, we are scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm not saying that everything we says or some people may think I'm saying is right but there's got to be a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; why we aren't voicing out?&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; what is the reason to all this questionable questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I only have one believe in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; We do really have a weak mind don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; But then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why am I having this thought about voicing out our minds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Because I believe we have our rights. If I don't then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why do others have to rights to tell us to do and we have to obey them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Is that right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe not all of it but still we are humans and not computers that could easily programmed. We are humans just like others in this world we have choices. So people of the world choose to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; SPEAK YOUR MIND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In any case, life have to go on. It's just how strong your mind is. Sometimes when we choose to do something, when it can't goes our way it just have to sway. Once when we can to do something we choose then we could use the opportunity given to do it. Only one problem, look out for mistakes.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So do bear this in mind.&lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You are never wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Until someone prove you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;RedRulz - (09/01/2008 2.36pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedRulz.&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/856060247459909710-3841543577533590562?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3841543577533590562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3841543577533590562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3841543577533590562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3841543577533590562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/choice.html' title='Choice..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-7738312063376496355</id><published>2008-01-02T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:37:27.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know it's true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter what's the date,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still in love with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening to our song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Our sweet memories flows within my brain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Now realizing that you are gone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;The only thing my heart fills is pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Not knowing what to do with my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know it's nothing new.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;The next thing I'm saying to you is not a lie,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you and still want to be with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Only God Knows.. I'm Living In Denial..&lt;/u&gt; -RedRulz(10/05/2005 04.12am)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was really me and my composing. I compose them and it was seriously three years ago. Ririn and SheildLeo knows about this or maybe they have forgotten them. Pretty much I am a confuse person. Sometimes I want things to go my way and sometimes I just go with the flow. I believe I'm like the wind. Unpredictable. It comes and go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(it comes and go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sounds like something that I experience a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some beginning I had. For the year of 2008. Seems to me someone or I myself is trying to break the barrier I had kept for a full year. I guess I'm weak or I just choose to go with the flow knowing I might be hurt or get disappointed at or the worst of all, I put my friends behind, my closest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; The 'L' word. No not the lesbian show. It's love. Pretty much I know what it's like to be love and what it's like to have someone to love and give it to. Or maybe I thought I knew. Maybe I need to buy 'Love guide for Dummies'. Haha. That will be the first thing I need to get for this year. That will so be embarrassing.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Either way I just don't feel ready or maybe I'm just confuse. I don't like things to go bad or it'll just go away like it never happens. I also want my friends to be around me. I don't want them to stray me. Yes lots of things will be different and yes, you could pile them up for our end year Hall Of SHAME. Now that will be a good laugh again at Coffee Bean Boat Quay.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh.. This is so killing me. I hate this feeling. I want it but I don't want it. I want to have it but I want all of it. I just don't want to end it once it's start. Gosh I'm so confuse. Someone please just put me to sleep so I won't wake up. At least for three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Why three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; One for family, one for my friends, one for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. These three are something I hold so dear.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What's my weakness?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Great Smile, coolness, funny, mysterious, great voice, nice scent, presentable. Hell,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;what am I talking about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Denial denial denial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why can't I just seems to accept the way things are? Why can't other see that this is troubling me mind? Why do people like to play other people's feelings?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh!! Sometimes I wish I'm born blind so I don't have to like anyone I see. Sometimes I wish I've never been born at all.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know where this is going to lead me. Seems I just can't get my head right. The choices still yet to be made and I could choose just let both go and keep them in a safe place where I won't be hurt. After a bad experience of losing someone to someone I can't even compared to is really hurting and I've never felt so down in my whole entire 21 years of my life. The scar was so big it's hard to forget.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Listening to this song currently in my blog some how give me the spirit to move on. I am not alone. Think of it, there are others shared the same fate or maybe worst but I hope they are luckier then me because my life is already as bad as it is. Only I've been putting a smile in every walks of my life hiding my sadness and problems.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess that's the best part of being a Gemini. We are good pretenders and actors. We care too much of others but we don't care for ourselves. We can't make good decision but we sure make hell out of it. We are great listeners but sometimes we just can't say the right words and sometimes we give bad advice.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know. Maybe I'm just one of the bad Geminis being born. But one thing is for sure.&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life could be better if things are easy for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;if things are easy, what does your life means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedRulz - (02/01/2008 11.35am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-7738312063376496355?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7738312063376496355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=7738312063376496355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7738312063376496355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7738312063376496355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2008/01/denial.html' title='Denial..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-5967256152070248820</id><published>2007-12-31T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:30:44.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here it comes again. End of the year. This will be the day where people will be wearing their best clothings and will be out with their friends and pretty much getting drunk, party or just chill. Bloggers will talk about their lives in 2007 in their entry today. Others, may have just chill at home watching TV for the New Year's Countdown. As for me, pretty much everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(but I'm getting drunk drinking Pokka tea and hell I'm going out too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This has been a pretty long and bumpy journey for me. Still 2007 is a best year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, looking at the record, I'm dateless for the year. Single and not available for the year. Pretty much I manage to fulfill that want for the year. My heart was save for 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other then from being broken hearted, I went to a beautiful country that is Taiwan. Although it was for training but I'll never forget the view of Chelsea-Yami, my navigation time in Taiwan and the people there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (because sometimes I have this liking for a chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. It was really a good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What else happen in 2007 for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Oh, I got promoted from Private to Corporal even though I didn't pass my IPPT or SOC. Well I don't know how that happen but it was told because I was a hard working soldier and it seems I just never give up. So they were impress with it and yes they promoted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was being introduced to a very good animation. Bleach. Favorite Japanese anime ever for the year of 2007. Hopefully more to come just like Bleach. To all readers who love animation please give it a try watching Bleach. If you like swords, magic or hollow&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(bad spirit)&lt;/span&gt; hunting do try watch it. Until today's date it has reached episode 154. So it's not that far to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So did I get everything I wanted to do in 2007?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tough question but I didn't have any resolution all my life before. Even I were to say what I want to achieve or what I want to do all ended up just fillers for me that are useless. So I believe I do get what I want to achieve. Basically nothing. Haha. I really have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So 2008 coming in about few hours time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; What is my resolution for 2008?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing again perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; A relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Still thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Lose weight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely quite impossible with me having no discipline at all but I believe maybe a few kg. At least 10kg in 6 months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Definitely yes. Just not sure what kind of a 'proper' job fits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not sure if all these are going to be fillers again but I'm sure I have to work. That is a need. For love and weight, it's just something I want to do but maybe I'll just be dateless again next year. Unless someone plan to prove that wrong to me. Either way I believe I'll be fine because no matter what I do or happen, my smile will never fade.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, come to think again there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I achieve for 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; that really took a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that I endured and finally I get to finish it in one piece.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I ORDed on 2nd December 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At least that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&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/856060247459909710-5967256152070248820?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5967256152070248820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=5967256152070248820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5967256152070248820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5967256152070248820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories-of-2007.html' title='Memories of 2007'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-6294493143918516991</id><published>2007-12-28T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:26:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well as promised.. Now it's time to fulfill them. Pretty much this entry is not going to be for the faint hearted and those who are hemophobic but I can guarantee you after all those gruesome pictures I have a special treat on the ending of the entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know why I took pictures of them but pretty much I just find them interesting and maybe those others who are interested in knowing about the Sacrificial Ceremony during our celebration of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hari Raya Puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hari Raya Haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. What do we normally do and what do they do it for? Anyways I won't really go into much details but just a brief idea about the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still I believe I will just let the pictures do the story with a little of words. So here how my journey begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Backoftheferry.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Backoftheferry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Me on a ferry towards Batam.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Harbourbay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Harbourbay.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[First destination reached.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItshotbutImstillhappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/ItshotbutImstillhappy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[I know I shouldn't wear black.Fine weather but HOT!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OnwardsvanridetoTgPunggur.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/OnwardsvanridetoTgPunggur.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Van ride to Telaga Punggur. About 20 - 30 minutes ride.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Some things for viewing pleasure..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Batamscene.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Batamscene.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BatamScene2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/BatamScene2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WaitingfortheSpeedBoat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/WaitingfortheSpeedBoat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Arrive at Destination two. Now just waiting for the boat.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EllyaWaitingfortheboattoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/EllyaWaitingfortheboattoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[I just have to show this picture. Adorable ain't she? My Niece.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Happyweboardedtheboat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Happyweboardedtheboat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[20 minutes of waiting now we are on our way to our Final Destination!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lookhowpackedthisis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lookhowpackedthisis.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Yeah.. I know.. Sardines.. Packed..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mefeelingexcited.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Mefeelingexcited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Nice eh?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ComboSkyandSea.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/ComboSkyandSea.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This is nicer..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FoundMyHoMe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/FoundMyHoMe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Haha!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Deboatandtakeanother5minutestaxirid.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Deboatandtakeanother5minutestaxirid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Take another 5 mins taxi ride to Home..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MosqueName.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/MosqueName.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This mosque is opposite my humble house.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyHOME.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/MyHOME.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[My home]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ExcitedBoyHaventcomehereforlike3yrs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/ExcitedBoyHaventcomehereforlike3yrs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Yeah. Believe it or not. It has been 3 years since I last stepped into this house.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tadaima.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Tadaima.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Tadaima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;(I'm Back / Home)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Relaxmymind.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Relaxmymind.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This is what I was looking outside my window.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Raining.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Raining.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Rain heavily the next day.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StrongWinds.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/StrongWinds.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Strong wind.. look at the trees..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lookhowpoorweare.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lookhowpoorweare.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This is how normally we have our water supplies. Rain water but of course we use a different water for drinking. This is for washing. Haha!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright. Now we are going into the read deal. Haha. Get your eyes prepared and those of you who are having your food don't watch unless you want to go on a diet. Haha. Well it's not that disgusting. Wait until you watch the video. HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheCOW.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/TheCOW.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Introducing the Cow. Yeah skinny but it's a village cow what do you expect?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheGOAT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/TheGOAT.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Introducing the Goats.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Preparingtheceremony.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Preparingtheceremony.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[People helping out to hold the cow and a man that will slaughter.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before he slaughter the cows or the goats he will first say a prayer which I had no idea what prayer exactly and after the prayer he will then perform the slaughtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Okitsdone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Okitsdone.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Now it's done.. Oops.. Should have warn ya about the neck..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HahaForViewingPleasure.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/HahaForViewingPleasure.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Close up of it.. Hahaha!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NowthegoatsTurn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/NowthegoatsTurn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Now the goats]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lookathowmanywitnessingthissacredce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lookathowmanywitnessingthissacredce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Lots of people witnessing the sacred ceremony.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AnotherCOWgettingreadytobeslaughter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/AnotherCOWgettingreadytobeslaughter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Ok another Cow]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Andwehaveblood.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Andwehaveblood.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Believe it or not.. the blood sprayed out of the veins..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bananaleafforprotectionfromspillage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Bananaleafforprotectionfromspillage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[So banana leaf was use to cover from more spillage.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lookattheblood.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lookattheblood.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Crimson Blood... Hahaha!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SkinningtheGoat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/SkinningtheGoat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Preparing the goat to be divided and given to the villagers as an offering/donation to them for the needy people]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SkinningtheCow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/SkinningtheCow.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Same for the cow as well..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Preparingthetableforthemeatthathasa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Preparingthetableforthemeatthathasa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This is where we sort the meats out.. Like playing cards eh? lol..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Yummyyummystomach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Yummyyummystomach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Yum yum.. You guys turn into vegetarian yet?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Wowmorebloodhaha.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Wowmorebloodhaha.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Not yet? How about this?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright. Let's see the real deal. This is a video of a Cow being slaughtered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/20122007.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[So is your stomach still strong? If yes, welcome to the club.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mewearingmykurung2002or2003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Mewearingmykurung2002or2003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Well smile faces now.. Don't think of the cows no more.. or the goats..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunset.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="Sunset" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Lets rest for the night and have a great day ahead.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sweetdreams.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Sweetdreams.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Oyasuminasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;(Good night)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HighTide.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/HighTide.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Next morning was high tide and believe me when I say it's deep. I've swim in it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ReallyHighTide.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/ReallyHighTide.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Still not convince?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LoveHightide.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/LoveHightide.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[I'll Prove it to ya.. but before that...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lovethiscatsfurrrr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lovethiscatsfurrrr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Ain't she gorgeous?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lookather.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Lookather.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Look at those golden eyes..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aintsheabeauty.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Aintsheabeauty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Just look at the pattern of her fur.. so beautiful..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Stilldontbelievethatiswashightidend.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Stilldontbelievethatiswashightidend.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[See it's high so it's deep. This is during low tide..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Seehowhighthehousefromthegroundleve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Seehowhighthehousefromthegroundleve.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[See how tall the woods are supporting the house? Hehe..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Adeadbabyoctopus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Adeadbabyoctopus.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[If you were to explore underneath the house during low tide you could find this.. a Dead baby octopus..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Iensureuthatisthemoon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Iensureuthatisthemoon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Finally a night with a full moon. The only best shot I got so far..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nicemorning.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Nicemorning.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[A Great morning.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohayou&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Timetogo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Timetogo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Well time to go back..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyFamilysRide.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/MyFamilysRide.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Next time I'm riding this around the village..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Illseeyouagain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Illseeyouagain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Well see ya again..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Itadakimas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Itadakimas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Itadakimasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ferryridehome.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/Ferryridehome.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Finally a nice ferry ride back to Singapore..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well as promised also. A Nature's treat.. Enjoy the scenes.. May not as many but these are the few make me feel at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007091.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19122007095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/19122007095.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21122007007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/21122007007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21122007008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/21122007008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21122007009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/21122007009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21122007010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/21122007010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24122007039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/24122007039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, yeah. I know. Most of the pictures are like a repeat but I thought I just shared them all. Different colors give different story and feeling. Especially the negative pictures. Ririn knows it feels like Hecco Mundo. Haha.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-6294493143918516991?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6294493143918516991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=6294493143918516991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6294493143918516991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/6294493143918516991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3912447575883261229</id><published>2007-12-27T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T03:39:20.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah.. Been on holidays. Just got back on Christmas. If I were given a choice, I didn't want to come back. I did had a good time just doing nothing. Seriously. Nothing to worry but just look at the things around you and how actually life is and how we the urban city people took a lot of things for granted. Pretty much I'm slapping myself in the face as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's lots I wanted to share and lots I wanted to upload. My pictures and the things I capture of what I thought would be interesting sharing but after being in the world of my "Simple Life" I feel lazy to do it. Pretty much I still have the energy to update a post. I guess a little step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But coming back to the point "Simple Life", I sometimes feel a shame of myself. I basically can't even survive living hard and surviving to make ends meet by myself. I thought I know everything but I really know nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After three solid years I didn't move out of the country using my International Passport, I finally make myself to Indonesia for a holiday. The initial plan was to celebrate Hari Raya Haji there and the witness the Sacrificial Ceremony which is called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Korban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;". Well not sure of the official name but we called it that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you are asking did I really witness that ceremony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Yes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Did I took pictures of it?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Did I video the bloody gruesome killing of the cows and goats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well, goats didn't but COW, YES! Haha. I save the best for the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well if you guys really want to see them all I would update tomorrow. Pretty much I got plans today to go out for dinner with my poly mates. Oh yeah, I took pretty pictures of God's greatest creations too. My personal favorite. The sky. Well I took pictures of them just to reason myself with Ririn more why I just love the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes yes I will upload and update them in my blog by tomorrow. Promise!&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cross my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tadaima&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[I'm Back..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&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/856060247459909710-3912447575883261229?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3912447575883261229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3912447575883261229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3912447575883261229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3912447575883261229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-7617794665110762285</id><published>2007-12-18T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:36:15.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No Comment. Pretty much either I'm speechless or I take back everything that I've said in my previous post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(not really)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or I just got nothing else to comment for what had happen two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everyone in Singapore have been saying about we won't stand a chance winning the competition or what so ever being the smallest in population and talking about cultural wise and popularity wise but I guess yesterday's results really prove us wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess it really cost so much just to make one famous. Singapore really did it. Spending their money on just one person sending to his doom. Pretty much he'll be representing Asia to the World Idol. One word. DOOM. Haha. Anyways good luck Hady Mirza. Even this time if you didn't win the World Idol. Just come back with a smile and I'll be more willing to just smack your ass saying, "You look gorgeous man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How about I sing for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Many might have wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why and how did Hady Mirza won?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Was it really because Singapore fans voted that much and did they really spent $600 each?&lt;/span&gt; Are they mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well they are not mad neither they spent $600 on voting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(maybe $100 lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but it was about who can afford what. Basically I'm not implying anything but if you really give it a thought, it could be possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First, India. Big country and sure there's a lot of people but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; how many of them afford a mobile phone and how many of them can afford sending so much SMS to vote their Idol?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indonesia. Same as India. Big population and same as about who can afford doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Second, Malaysia. Their population compared to us definately bigger then us but tell me then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; how many girl fans willing to vote for their Idol as their idol is a female as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (unless you're a lesbian. No offense ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So there's a possibility that they do voted for their Idol and Singapore as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't think the guy fans actually even bothered about Asian Idol. I think they rather watch soccer. Unless you are like that guy in my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;( -_-'')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Vietnam. Possibilities, they thought since Singapore is small so they thought it doesn't hurt to vote for them. I guess same goes with Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So pretty much I just got that idea about the voting since my sister sound me off about money wise and also cultural wise when sending the Idol to compete with World Idol. That I will not touch on the topic as we know it's sensitive when comes about other country's culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways even if all these allegations are wrong. You could always look at it this way.&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hady Mirza is Just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Who won't vote for him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well I didn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedRulz.&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/856060247459909710-7617794665110762285?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7617794665110762285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=7617794665110762285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7617794665110762285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/7617794665110762285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-comment.html' title='No Comment...'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-5026541406723927851</id><published>2007-12-16T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:55:37.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idols..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Strange isn't it? How powerful music are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By just rhythm you can understand someone's emotions, or through a melody and how harmonious that melody is you can picture a color they paints through music. That's how music suppose to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sadly some don't see it that way or should I say they just don't understand yet the concept of music that it is not only for you to sing them or perform for them but to sent a message through your music. If it's not your music, well, feel them and show them how you feel for the music. Yes you may be a good singer but I believe you are not a good conveyor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I believe that's what the judges are trying to say about today's first Asian Idol. Well yeah. I did watch. Not that I'm a fan of Hady Mirza like that guy shown on tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(and goodness if I were to be interviewed like that in the show infront of an INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION, I would definitely commit suicide. Or become a permanent resident of Indonesia and not come back to Singapore if I were a Singaporean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Goodness he was wearing a t-shirt saying Hady's Fan Club. YES! HE! A male. Two hanging between the two legs with a pole. YES. Gosh I feel so insulted already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goodness you don't talk like that in front of an international television. Yes I'll say it again in CAPSLOCK. AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(just kidding)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Did you know that you just confessed to the whole Asian region that you would suck for him and really give him to screw your ass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(well Hady's hot yes and of course who wouldn't but not in front of television)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gosh! Don't ever talk like that in front of the camera unless you are on a gay show. Well enough of him. Commercial breaks over. Back to the Idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Their performance was really great and after the first half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(that lasts for 1 hour)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was putting my money on the Philippines Idol. She really got strong vocals but I just couldn't ignore that did she ate something yellow cause her tongue looks dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(lol?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Couldn't really help looking at it when she was singing. Singapore did ok. Malaysian, well, she performs well. It was almost like it was her concert. Indonesian Idol the ugly but adorable which is the same as the term cute. He did to my preference, not that good. Well either the sound system was out or he didn't sing loud enough. I just feel the music was over powering his music so I couldn't really hear him. Vietnam Idol the hot hot gorgeous girl that all the guys are eyes on. She's only 20 and dress up like she's 30. Yes. My sister says that she looks almost like Zoe Tay. I agree with her. Not bad voice and good too. India Idol. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No comment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well not bad for his first english song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was first half. The second half. Philippines Idol. I don't feel it but just a good vocalist. Singapore Idol. I don't feel it but a hyper active song, "Beautiful Day" being sung like it was just a normal day, disappointing. Malaysian Idol. Wow! If you close your eyes to her malay song,"Germilang" she's good but seeing her performing it, she sure having a hard time singing it. Vietnam Idol. I don't understand vietnam language but sure she still dress up like she's 36 plus this time but I believe she sung the song beautifully just the song was like, draggy. Indonesian Idol. If he believe he could fly well I would love to see that but his singing not bad but I just feel something is missing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;India Idol?&lt;/span&gt; Sad but true, the music is over powering his singing. So to me it's just another loss but it was sure a nice fast Hindi song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So this time who would I put my money on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wasn't sure at first because either they are all too serious in becoming Asian Idol or they are just not working on it. I don't feel the soul in their music and even their expression that it really shows they really want to win this so they are like "playing safe". Anyways I would put my money on Malaysian Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(doesn't mean I'm going to vote though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Well seriously, good vocalist, confident and very commercialize. Still it wasn't up to me to decide because the whole Asia will have to vote for their favorite artist and they have to vote a second artist. So to speak you are voting for someone you love and someone who deserve your vote as well. Still either way, I don't think Singapore could win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One word why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; POPULATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Just look at Singapore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; would actually spent at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;$600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; times 4 billion people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(population of Singapore I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and that if we want to be idiot too, just to make Singapore Idol be Asian Idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh and each SMS cost 60cents so I take it 1000 times 4 billion would really make a big vote for Singapore Idol to win.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I don't think Singapore would actually do that. Even Ken the Singapore Idol now Asian Idol as well says it but in a nicer and really-make-people-think way and if they are fast enough they know what he's talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So this is going to be interesting who's going to win the Asian Idol and I believe the only two that can really win is the Malaysian Idol or Philippines Idol because of their strong vocals. Popularity wise, Singapore and Vietnam Idol. Population wise, Indonesia and India Idol. So let's just wait who will win them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way,it doesn't matters to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Why?&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What doesn't makes me a happier man, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedRulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/856060247459909710-5026541406723927851?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5026541406723927851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=5026541406723927851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5026541406723927851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5026541406723927851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/idols.html' title='Idols..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-2202875962437638632</id><published>2007-12-10T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:42:13.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Isn't nature weird and strange at the same time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sometimes wonder what's its purpose for doing something so strange. Sometime we think simple on how it works and why but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;have we even thought of looking deeper into it for its meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Scientist says the weather is hot because of global warming. Too much carbon dioxide being release into the atmosphere. It rains because the water vapor in the air gets too condense and heavy that's why it drops and becomes rain. Winds are causes by the different air pressure causes by the uneven heating of the Earth's surface. Earthquakes due to the collision of the Earth's crust. So they got the reasons but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;do we know why it happens? For what reasons behind it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess not even a single scientist could answer to that question. Or they could but every scientist in the world would give different answers and could really lead to a new conflict on who's right or who's wrong. I hope no wars would have to be involve just because of this comment and answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But also I believe even this question were to be publicize, even religious leaders would come into play. The act of God. Because God's will. Well we sure know God works in mysterious ways but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why do us humans love challenging Him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Or should I say, defy the work He does?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There must be a reason why all these are happening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Does anyone ever think of it why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So came the time where everyone fear most, the Apocalypse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;what have we done to hinder it from happening? Was it because it's God's will even the scientist couldn't do anything from it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From all I see only the religious leaders are doing something. Putting back faith into us knowing that we will be save by Him when the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess the scientist in the world couldn't do anything because it haven't happen yet. Maybe after it had happen then they will know what to do. If so, then I wouldn't say science is god. God is God. No one can ever be compared to Him and only He exist as one god but no one else. Gosh now I feel a bit religious&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(but I'm not, Seriously)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I was just wondering about this old anime that I just finished watching called X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(24 episode in total but it's called X-tv so it doesn't sounded like porn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;About two different believes and obviously it exist in two group. Dragon of Heaven with the 7 Seals and Dragon of Earth with the 7 Angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(yeah I thought so too. Heaven with Seals and Earth with Angels. Sounds like wrong combo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Seals believe the earth should remain as it is and believe that one day human will change for the better of earth that what we've destroyed and pollute will be restored by us humans. The Angels believe that they should wipe our the whole entire civilization and let earth restore by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How the story ends?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well you've got to watch it yourself then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(well Dragon of Heaven wins but seriously I teared watching this Anime, too much death and the storyline quite sad when comes to protecting someone you love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but the anime was not my point. I was just thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;are we really worth living in this world?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the things we've done in destroying the world we lived in because for a better future of ours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;what did we do to repay on the ground we walk on? More destructions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For something to live on for a better future I don't want anything to be destroyed. Yes I know as a Singaporean we did contribute to the world's destruction. The marine ecosystem. Every land we reclaim just destroying the homes of the marine life. I not sure what Singapore did to repay what they've took but I'm hoping we did something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gosh now I feel like one mother nature earth lover or something. Well sometimes I do feel that way but there's nothing I can do to stop what they've been doing. I still want to see the bright blue sky. I love the sky a lot. I told Ririn that I love the sky and she ask why. I don't really have a proper answer to it but every time I look at they sky, I feel stress free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course I do love the oceans too. The beach. The sounds of seas. I don't want to see them with floating dead fish or dead animals or rubbish that we human throw into the seas. I've got to admit it's really easy just letting them being thrown away when there's no rubbish bin around but just think of it that people would do that to your own home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there's a lot of thing that we really take things for granted. For every thing we had and every little things we enjoyed we never really think of it twice what we've been doing all these while. Pretty much for myself as well. I believe after I've wrote this blog I would still goes on to my old habits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So why bother I write right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, my reason to that is because...&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At least I care.&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-2202875962437638632?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2202875962437638632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=2202875962437638632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2202875962437638632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/2202875962437638632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/strange-thoughts.html' title='Strange thoughts..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3406158333776661387</id><published>2007-12-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:35:39.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job For A Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Interested? Yes it's only a day! Well, a friend of mine ask me if I wanted to work for a day? And I was like, sounds good to me. So he send my an SMS saying this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks alot please come down on sat/sun 2pm to 5pm for interview #15-02/04 far east shopping ctr (next to liat towers) with valid Singapore passport photocopy only cause job is at the new terminal 3 changi airport, bring along many friends,family,uncles,aunties,boy/girl friends or anybody (more then 15 pax commission given), age 17 to 55 yrs. join the biggest get-together at T3 for a day only, time requred only 2.5 to 3.5 hours and get paid, sms yes u received msg.see you soon.job is only survey,filling form and act like a passenger on dec 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For a moment I was like not bad job. Survey, filling form and act like a passenger. Only one day job to get paid. Then again. This came into my mind when I read the message again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks alot please come down on sat/sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[weekends something smells fishy]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2pm to 5pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[why 2 to 5? late afternoon where people finishes work?]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for interview #15-02/04 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[Hmm.. isn't that an office? opens on weekends?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; far east shopping ctr (next to liat towers) with valid Singapore passport photocopy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[Now I feel like a foreigner plus maid applying a job]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; only cause job is at the new terminal 3 changi airport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[wow this is great I'm working at T3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, bring along many friends,family,uncles,aunties,boy/girl friends or anybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[an alien perhaps?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (more then 15 pax commission given) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[commission given? what's this? SALES?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;age 17 to 55 yrs. join the biggest get-together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[ biggest get together? is this going to be in the guinness record book? I don't mind]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at T3 for a day only, time requred only 2.5 to 3.5 hours and get paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[which other job can offer that?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, sms yes u received msg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[hmm? I should reply to my friend yes?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.see you soon.job is only survey,filling form and act like a passenger on dec 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;[that's easy, but I still feels something fishy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It looks great really but I just don't feel right about this. If they really want to make this the biggest get-together, why not put it in the papers or air it in the radio? Make the front page headline,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We Welcome You To Changi Airport Terminal 3 For The Biggest Get-Together On 13 December 2007 And You Will Get Paid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;". Or maybe give a prize or door gift like,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;First 1000 Gets Our Complete Set Of SIA Utensils. Next 2000 Get Our Very Own SIA Pillow And Blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;". Well you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What else that make this doesn't feels right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Why pass the messages through SMS? It could be a prank or con artist and further more this is involving my International Passport. Who knows they need new numbers to make a fake of their own? These are like the little detail that really make you think again. Too many con artist happening in Singapore and it really doesn't hurt to take few precautions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bring 15 pax get commission?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sounds to me like a Multi Level Marketing to me. 1 person brings 15 person you'll get commission. Then each of the 15 brings 15 other person gets commission as well to the first person who brought the 15. Confusing? I know.. That's MLM to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So how do we know if this SMS is saying the truth?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's no way I can say it but I have to ask again the sender if it's true. Anyway still, it doesn't hurt to try either. So now with this blog I'm asking all the readers," Anyone free this Saturday and Sunday?" Haha!! Well if it's a fraud we all could have a Get-Together of our own. The bloggers. World Biggest Get-Together Bloggers. Haha!! Anyway if you all up for it, Tag me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: Dil you know what? Ririn got DRUNK drinking Pokka Blueberry yesterday. Haha! Now that's a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-3406158333776661387?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3406158333776661387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3406158333776661387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3406158333776661387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3406158333776661387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/job-for-day.html' title='Job For A Day..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-924108439142193064</id><published>2007-12-06T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:02:31.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First of all thank you for making my blog 51 hits for only just few days. Did you people promote my blog or just that few of yous been refreshing the page? Haha.. Anyways, I thank you for visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't really have any good ideas or interesting topics but just as it says, they are just my little thoughts. Also from what I happen to think about during the process of making this entry. Like it's happening right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, I went back to that godforsaken camp. Well to do my clearance actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(I know it's been like past my ORD but I still haven't do my clearance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I should have take mother nature's sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(or God if you like to think it that way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that yesterday wasn't an ordinary rain. It was preventing me from going back to camp and I only find out why when I reached camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Every commander was having an exercise. Really wasting my time coming back to camp. The best part of it that the rain got heavier when I reached my company line. Goodness. Such a perfect timing for me to be falling asleep but I didn't sleep. In fact, I found out something interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The battalion would like the men to do.. How should I say this.. An art work that represents our company. Funny that other companies did theirs on the ground floor beside their storeroom. Well as a proud The Braves, we did ours on the staircase walls and it was really a shocking one too. Even as a well known for being screwed-up-company-but-always-triumph-when-comes-to-challenges we sure have lots of talented artist in our company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like this one for an example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/05122007.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[cool huh?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well that's was just a teaser. It was painted over in red after that "Owe money Pay money" was written on the wall. Now for some serious stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/05122007043.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[This is the work of platoon 5. The mysterious guy is the artist.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/05122007012.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Love the black and white and red.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/05122007019.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[This is the work of platoon 6. My most favorite art piece. Feels like I'm at Far East Plaza.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/05122007010.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[FYI: This motto was a trademark of platoon 4. Wonder why it's doing here..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all these are still under construction. Hopefully I'll get to see the completed work during their ORD parade. Oh if you are wonder where's my platoon's work, erm.. They've only painted the background but nothing else was done yet. Basically none of them got the motivation to do anything because none of them are like working together. I guess things never really change in the platoon even I tried making them working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you notice why "Bravery" and "Bravo" was painted. This is the reason why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b254/redrulz/28082007035.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Taken from our company shirt. No sure who thought of the motto though.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you have guessed my platoon suppose to paint "Brotherhood" hook me up I'll give you a prize. So much for brotherhood when my platoon is the one platoon that can't really work together as one. Surprisingly only during missions we are united. Of course I do know they will make Bravo proud. As one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &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="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz.&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/856060247459909710-924108439142193064?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/924108439142193064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=924108439142193064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/924108439142193064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/924108439142193064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-thoughts_2778.html' title='Little Thoughts...'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-3633172511934877198</id><published>2007-12-03T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:04:31.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning Of An Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ORD.. Operational Ready Date. Mine was yesterday. Well if the date turns out 3rd December 2007 on my blog then it means yesterday. If not then I guess it would still be today. Well I'll only find that out once I post this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What does ORD means to me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No more waking up early, no more training, no more outfield, no more cleaning of weapons, no more guard duty.. Well make it simple, no more doing things I'm forced to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;In another perspective what does ORD means to me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Need a job, boring life again, getting fatter, no free food, water and electricity, no place to sleep.. Make things simple again, some how, I rather be in camp then home. Haha. Bet you all thinking I should have change my ORD with yours right? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So what I'm going to miss in the army?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My friends. The people whom I grew up for one and a half years. The hardships we've been through. Taiwan and especially Brunei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(forsaken place please never let me go there again for training)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. The fights. Not punching or smashing or smacking but war fights. Yes we know it's just a simulation but still knowing we are victory after all the fights, it really gives you the feeling of an achievement that you made through the war&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(yes a lot would say we are all actors but if you really think you can do it too, well be my guest in taking over my place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What kind of memories you've attained in my army life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My BMTC times. Basic Military Training Centre School 1 Eagle Company. The company that dares the challenges that always befall upon us. A place where first strangers become good comrades and become a family. Well within 6 months we sure bonded well but after we were in different vocations, slowly we know lesser of each other. Then came 4SIR, another Eagle but this time it's a Battalion. Same spirit but different type of family. Survival is the key. Made lots of good friends and buddies and got a strong connections and I really survive the years. Training had never been easier in a Unit though but with all the encouragement and my strong will, I didn't give up. I carried on until my last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Which memories would you cherish most?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All my outfield while training in 4SIR. Pasir Labar, Lim Chu Kang, Mandai, Brunei and Taiwan. Different places, different type of outfields and encounter different type of situations. Funny and sad all mixed together I'll never forget them. The blood that had spilled and sweat losses all was really to be remembered. Not forgetting having to sleep on a hard ground and sometimes wet freezing night but after all that we sure love our packets of maggie mee. Believe me it taste different in the jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What is the most worst experience?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well night walks. Especially when you have to walk by the graveyards at 2 - 3 in the morning. Then go on bashing through the vegetation, walk on slippery grounds and deep swamps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(well it was knee length)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. That is really tiresome. Still, the ultimate worst experience is Brunei. Hell no I want to go there again. The walks are a killer and not forgetting the weather there. Close to like Singapore but just that it's really humid. If you are ever lost in the jungle, pray you'll find someone else there or a nearby road. Brunei is really scary and it is really a place never to be underestimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What are the advice I would give for the recruit to be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to be a clerk, storeman and driver, you are really a shame to the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(unless you got no choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to go into infantry, guards, commando, SISPEC or OCS, you have my respect and never give up. Not to forget, never look down on Combat Medics. Make sure you give them your full respect. The medics in the Medical Centre, case to case basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So did I enjoy my army life?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm.. Tough one..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(*roll my eyes* stupid question)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HELL YEAH I DID!! Overlooking the bad things that had happened and looking at the triumph that I've achieve, of course it was good experience. Not everyone can do what I've been through. I'm proud to be a soldier. In infantry. As a rifleman. A S.A.W. gunner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there you have it. My glimpse of my army life. May not be as colorful but still I just want to share my say. Like all other ORD personnel would say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OH AR DEE Oh!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RedRulz&lt;/span&gt;&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/856060247459909710-3633172511934877198?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3633172511934877198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=3633172511934877198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3633172511934877198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/3633172511934877198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-beginning-of-ending.html' title='New Beginning Of An Ending'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856060247459909710.post-5822669156076079194</id><published>2007-11-30T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:11:46.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For preview purpose..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was told to put at least one post for a preview..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;how convenient..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedRulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/856060247459909710-5822669156076079194?l=redslifeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5822669156076079194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=856060247459909710&amp;postID=5822669156076079194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5822669156076079194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/856060247459909710/posts/default/5822669156076079194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redslifeat.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-preview-purpose.html' title='For preview purpose..'/><author><name>Epul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468116388876226753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YxCNeOSf6xo/R_HMdRKSk9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z5xzxgsmVC8/S220/t+Army+Life.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
