<?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-125813196219254728</id><updated>2012-01-30T16:14:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gust of wind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-8171435306610314717</id><published>2011-11-04T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:55:53.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.less.</title><content type='html'>So many things to say but just by thinking about it, its already draining every ounce of energy from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, it's been quite cold and lonely out here at the crossroads lately, I just wish that there will be someone to warm my hands and my heart. Sometimes the person who is there and wants to be there for everyone else, need someone to be there for him the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-8171435306610314717?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8171435306610314717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=8171435306610314717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8171435306610314717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8171435306610314717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifeless.html' title='life.less.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-1020193017953521328</id><published>2011-09-16T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:18:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-preserving.</title><content type='html'>I learnt to use this word when someone sent a SMS to me reminding me to be more self-preserving. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1020193017953521328?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1020193017953521328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=1020193017953521328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1020193017953521328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1020193017953521328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/self-preserving.html' title='self-preserving.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-946656011184603067</id><published>2011-09-15T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:19:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count on, yourself.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it doesn't matter if you are attached or single, either way, you fight alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-946656011184603067?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/946656011184603067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=946656011184603067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/946656011184603067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/946656011184603067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/count-on-yourself.html' title='count on, yourself.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7538603392037730733</id><published>2011-08-07T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:19:24.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a big heart.</title><content type='html'>It wasnt a pleasant week I would say, and I dun foresee that things will get any better anytime soon. And the good thing is that bad things do not come alone, they pretty much like to come in pairs, or even better still, in groups, making the situations even more challenging! How nice how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was advised to be calm, only with one can I think properly. Time is on my side and I should not be afraid of uncertainties, we live and learn. Some have to go through hell just to learn. I was told that I will be fine because I am hardworking. I was being encouraged that I will be able to figure things out because I am not that stupid. And it's like a jungle, should I be able to navigate well into the jungle, I will be the most thankful to you for the initial encouragement you have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will a woman be without career and love? I'm kinda confused. And I hope I do not dwell in self pity for too long that will make catching up harder to do. I hope that I really see things better, have a big heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me as tough and self-confident yea, you will see it soon, but meanwhile I'm going into isolation for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7538603392037730733?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7538603392037730733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7538603392037730733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7538603392037730733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7538603392037730733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-big-heart.html' title='have a big heart.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4399326948835460828</id><published>2011-07-13T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:20:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's random.</title><content type='html'>Walking through the crowd and seems like everyone gives way to you, you felt as though you own the world, but yet you ain't happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time never fails to impress me with its wonders, its mysterious, its irony.. Each time I look back, I sighed and I smiled. Each time I look forward, I anticipate and I fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to come and go like the air, sometimes a gentle breeze, sometimes a determined wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4399326948835460828?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4399326948835460828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4399326948835460828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4399326948835460828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4399326948835460828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-random.html' title='it&apos;s random.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7896056682548789737</id><published>2011-06-29T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:10:31.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bite.</title><content type='html'>Damnit I'm pissed. It's either this or that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me, I'm biting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7896056682548789737?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7896056682548789737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7896056682548789737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7896056682548789737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7896056682548789737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-bite.html' title='I bite.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5789270475102979593</id><published>2011-06-21T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:18:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment vs Detachment</title><content type='html'>I don't usually get close with people because its hard to express my feelings openly.. Or rather, it may not be wise to. However, if I ever trust you enough to open that door that slightly bit, I will definitely treat you with sincerely, you can count on me I wld say! How is it that people are not able to identify what's real and what's fake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When attachments are formed and broken, it's heartbreaking, it's sad and it's disheartening.. It's also scary because there is a sudden vacuum created that needs time to heal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a weakling yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can strive towards detachment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5789270475102979593?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5789270475102979593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=5789270475102979593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5789270475102979593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5789270475102979593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/06/attachment-vs-detachment.html' title='Attachment vs Detachment'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2510194266746555564</id><published>2011-06-12T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:56:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sense of insecurity.</title><content type='html'>不在乎天长地久。&lt;br /&gt;天若有情天亦老。&lt;br /&gt;人间正道是沧桑。&lt;br /&gt;顺其自然。忠诚于自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are mixed random feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2510194266746555564?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2510194266746555564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2510194266746555564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2510194266746555564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2510194266746555564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/06/sense-of-insecurity.html' title='a sense of insecurity.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2326564499238461530</id><published>2011-04-03T11:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:36:39.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>positive thinking.</title><content type='html'>Long and loving month, irritating and dramatic month.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good results! At least I am satisfied with it.. AND! Next target! I will be able to do it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading a lot, and I want to set to achieve certain things, it seems good to be able to do what they say, so I am going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have started to think for myself, really just for myself since the longest time ever. It's difficult since I care so much for them and will always think abt their feelings first but now I think I ought to think for myself because if I don't, noone else will. I do not want to wait aimlessly without any clear hints or direction. Well, hope it's a start for me now that I have made this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, above that all, I secretly hope that things will turn out right and I am able to influence them. I don't hope to change them since it's not up to me to decide, but I just hope that I am able to influence them to take the first step. But it's always rejection and I'm scared. I've tried, I hope He can see it. Please guide me or not, give me some hints, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April and I am looking forward. I will be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2326564499238461530?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2326564499238461530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2326564499238461530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2326564499238461530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2326564499238461530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/04/positive-thinking.html' title='positive thinking.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4354211038303246354</id><published>2011-03-13T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:06:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak weaker weakest.</title><content type='html'>I think I am starting to have the habit of not keeping to my word. ITS BAD! Be it promises/goals I have made to myself; be it things that I have said to my friends and people around.. IT IS BAD! AND I AM HATING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry bestieee! I promised her to go climbing with her but because the cost is relatively higher than what I am willing to pay, I back out pretty last minute. See what the DOLLAR SIGN has done to me:( DEBTS ARE EVIL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.. I am a weak person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should still take things easier.. by my stride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4354211038303246354?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4354211038303246354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4354211038303246354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4354211038303246354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4354211038303246354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/03/weak-weaker-weakest.html' title='weak weaker weakest.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5151835644227964799</id><published>2011-02-06T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:54:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet times.</title><content type='html'>Looking back, I used to dream to be this and that.. one of it was to study Psychology. Very interesting subject and I thought it might be smth of my interest.. well friends will know that I took a completely different course anyway haha! My colleague had recently just picked up counselling course and every now and then, she will share with me about some of the interesting facts about human development. Well, it is really a long process to shape a person. From the moment the sperm meets the egg, everything till the age of 24 will affect how the baby will grow into an adult. Hmm, I wondered if I have been 'shaped fixed' already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was the same as any other years.. quite sad that culture like such is fading with time.. what will all of us be like without smth we can fall back on and also to practise? Or maybe it is redundant to have such practices in the first place? I did not sleep for 48 hours.. hahah the first 24 hours was about work and sending sirhong &amp; family to airport.. the next 24 hours was spent 守夜.. it was no wonder my eyes were red like rabbit for the next 36 hours.. since it was supposedly to be super bad year for me, I wore ALL RED for 2 days.. LOL! well well, definitely hope it helps:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than some visitings and gambling and movie-ing, I had quite a fair share of personal time to myself to think and feel, to sort things out and explore.. even up to now, I feel like I am still in my rabbit hole.. to comfortable to come out. Maybe I am isolating myself.. but c'mon, who dont do that occasionally now? quiet times.. to myself for reflection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just want to live life once only.. and I hope I can live it to its fullest. So, don't talk about next lifetime to me... I DONT WANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5151835644227964799?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5151835644227964799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=5151835644227964799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5151835644227964799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5151835644227964799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/02/quiet-times.html' title='quiet times.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4786377213595123144</id><published>2011-01-25T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:16:36.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since the last entry.. so here's an update of what had happened over the past months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Went to Europe (mainly Italy and Switzerland) for graduation trip with sirhong, ethan, matthew, shinglam, steph and lijun.. Had my first bday overseas. It was definitely a memorable trip and every now and then when I look back at the photos, it just fills me with warm-ness and carefree-ness. Definitely missed it quite alot and am looking forward to another trip.. just that this time round, it may not be with the same group of peeps. Oh well, everyone is so busy with their own lives now and fighting hard, all the best wor! Also went on another short trip with sirhong.. those were the times that will put a smile on my face and tears my eyes as well. How contradicting isnt it? haha..&lt;br /&gt;July-Oct: Start of work and a course. Super tiring I must say. It is no wonder I fell so sick recently. Couple of unhappy things happened, couple of joyful and memorable things happened as well. Things were just monotonous.. repeating itself day after day.. and missing school damn much. And I permed my hair. For the first time, I did smth to it and it turn out pretty nice!&lt;br /&gt;Nov: Slightly better and more flexible with my time as I've completed my course! I wonder how am I gg to manage if I am going to do a part-time course, will it be as draining? Some performance and development in work and others were smooth and peaceful.. looking forward to Christmas basically.. though I know there is not much to it. &lt;br /&gt;Dec: Well what can I say. Its the festive season so kinda busy as well. While everyone is resting, I'll be working. Nothing much happen as well.. I realised that sometimes times like these formed certain incredible memories as well. Its quiet, its boring, and surprisingly it stays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it comes, the New Year. Its the Rabbit year and yes, getting older already. Do you know that other than 12 zodiac signs, there is sub-division to it making it 36? Google it and you will be able to find out more;) Extremely sick, cant believe I spent 300 bucks or so just on medical bills! Still recovering though. I knitted as well! Finally completed what I wanted.. phew. My new year resolution? Deep in my heart and will try to fulfill.. wish my luck peepz. And I'll be missing all of you, much much:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4786377213595123144?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4786377213595123144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4786377213595123144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4786377213595123144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4786377213595123144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2481897049362058157</id><published>2010-05-27T05:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:00:20.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the right time.</title><content type='html'>if it is meant to be, it will be.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, just let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried and failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it is just waiting for the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2481897049362058157?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2481897049362058157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2481897049362058157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2481897049362058157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2481897049362058157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-time.html' title='the right time.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-3800724980148578825</id><published>2009-12-21T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:14:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>己所不欲，勿施于人</title><content type='html'>People make mistakes all the time, and we learn from it and try our best to not repeat it again. Some are given the chance to prove themselves again, some are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone made a mistake, I was taught and asked to forgive, accept and move on. And now when I made a mistake, why am I not given that chance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太多的感触也不知从何说起.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/whB35yETPNc&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/whB35yETPNc&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=801152&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/o/orianthi/' target='_blank'&gt;Orianthi lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/o/orianthi/according_to_you.html' target='_blank'&gt;According To You lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-3800724980148578825?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3800724980148578825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=3800724980148578825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3800724980148578825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3800724980148578825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='己所不欲，勿施于人'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7904474051121562160</id><published>2009-12-17T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:25:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less.</title><content type='html'>会可惜，大概是因为没有真正的珍惜过。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7904474051121562160?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7904474051121562160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7904474051121562160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7904474051121562160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7904474051121562160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/title-less.html' title='title-less.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4466094812608348980</id><published>2009-12-16T09:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:02:44.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rushing crowds. lonely soul.</title><content type='html'>It’s time like that when you start thinking and wondering about many things that you have intended to keep aside for a moment. In a few more months to come, I will be part of this rushing crowds, no longer sheltered in my comfort area. It is really a daunting thought and I never thought I would be experiencing this. I always thought that I am a brave and independent girl, not afraid of challenges, not afraid of falling and failing, not afraid of losing love and friendships. However, over the years, I have come to realize I may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of losing love now that I found it; I am afraid of losing my friends now that we hardly have time for one another; I am afraid of falling and failing and not having the courage to stand up strong as ever again; I am simply, a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really true, the harder you try to grasp it, the faster it slips away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to talk about, but well, to who and how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps building up, and it is becoming a little more than what I can bear. Actions speak louder than words, and now, they are speaking very well for themselves. Maybe once again, I can prove to myself yet another time that this does not exist, not for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUAA6vDZ0Bw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUAA6vDZ0Bw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4466094812608348980?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4466094812608348980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4466094812608348980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4466094812608348980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4466094812608348980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/12/rushing-crowds-lonely-soul.html' title='rushing crowds. lonely soul.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-634956722454100731</id><published>2009-10-20T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:57:14.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>"I don't know, I just woke up one day in the morning and understand what about love. ... What if I wasn't at the coffee club at that time? What if he has not walked over to ask me about the book I was reading? What if I was a minute earlier or an hour later? Will all this occur?... " -500 days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so as the Chinese saying goes, "天时地理人合" must be right. While watching this show, I felt that Summer should not be messing with his feelings, even though it is true that she had stated the fact that she is not willing to commit to anything and Tom agreed, it just doesn't seem right to play with others' feelings no matter what your beliefs are. Secretly, I hope that the story will turn out to have a happily-ever-after ending, to my dismay, it didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lucky for Summer still, at the end, she still believes in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, is love just a feeling that can't be described? What does it take to love someone and be loved?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;I am born in the month of summer too! That's gonna be 750 days with Summer.... soon.&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/125813196219254728-634956722454100731?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/634956722454100731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=634956722454100731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/634956722454100731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/634956722454100731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-of-summer.html' title='Days of Summer'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-6281118521659140748</id><published>2009-10-03T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:54:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心領-i already know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSWV2xrcA_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSWV2xrcA_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｒ： 或(waak)許(hui)戀(luen)愛(oi)都(do)只(jek/ji)有(yau)煙(yin)火(foh)那(na)刻(hak)的(dik)璀璨，如(yue)此(chi)簡(gaan)單(daan)，快(faai)樂(lok/ngok)不(bat)多(doh)於(yue)一(yat)晚(maan)。 內(noi)心(sam)總(jung)有(yau)限(haan)束(chuk)縛(bok)怎(jam)可(hoh)不(bat)驚(ging)嘆(taan)， 然(yin)後(hau)發(faat)現(yin)情(ching)或(waak)許(hui)轉(juen)淡(daam)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｌ： 越(yuet)討(to)好(ho)你(nei)就(jau)換(woon)來(loi)傷(seung)心(sam)痛(tung)哭(huk)多(doh)一(yat)晚(maan)， 如(yue)此(chi)貪(taam)玩(waan/woon)， 厭(yim)舊(gau)貪(taam)新(san)我(ngoh)心(sam)淡(daam)， 是(si)否(fau)早(jo)注(jue)定(ding)體(tai)貼(tip)都(do)不(bat)會(wooi)得(dak)到(do)稱(ching)讚(jaan)， 怕(pa)熱(yit)愛(oi)已(yi)退(tui)減(gaam) 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R+L： 谁愿(yuen)稀罕(hon)這(je)愛(oi)情(ching)，從(chung)未(mei)甘(gam)心(sam)因(yan)我(ngoh)轉(juen)性(sing)， 其(kei)實(sat)清(ching)楚(choh)這(je)過(gwoh)程(ching)， 就(jau)算(suen)犧(hei)牲(sang)不(bat)會(wooi)高(go)興(hing)， 已(yi)心(sam)領(ling)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｒ： 什(sam)麼(moh)戀(luen)愛(oi)的(dik)感(gam)覺(gok)始(chi)終(jung)有(yau)它(ta)的(dik)限(haan)期(kei)， 隨(chui)心(sam)歡(foon)喜(hei)， 放(fong)任(yam)心(sam)中(jung)不(bat)止(ji)你(nei)， 受(sau)種(jung)種(jung)責(jaak)備(bei)， 逼(bik)我(ngoh)放(fong)肆(si)敷(foo)衍(hin)你(nei)， 其(kei)實(sat)已(yi)盡(jun)全(chuen)力(lik)喜(hei)歡(foon)你(nei)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｌ： 並(bing)不(bat)必(bit)暗(am)示(si)感(gam)覺(gok)一(yat)早(jo)已(yi)熄(sik)， 多(doh)得(dak)你(nei)， 從(chung)今(gam)天(tin)起(hei)， 我(ngoh)亦(yik)不(bat)稀罕(hon)等(dang)你(nei)， 獨(duk)身(san)的(dik)趣(chui)味(mei)不(bat)怕(pa)即(jik)使(si)抱(po)擁(yung)得(dak)空(hung)氣(hei)， 我(ngoh)亦(yik)懶(laan)去(hui)記(gei)起(hei) ～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｒ： 谁愿(yuen)稀罕(hon)這(je)愛(oi)情(ching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R+L: 從(chung)未(mei)甘(gam)心(sam)因(yan)我(ngoh)轉(juen)性(sing)， 其(kei)實(sat)清(ching)楚(choh)這(je)過(gwoh)程(ching)， 就(jau)算(suen)犧(hei)牲(sang)不(bat)會(wooi)高(go)興(hing)， 已(yi)心(sam)領(ling)。 谁愿(yuen)稀 罕(hon)這(je)愛(oi)情(ching)， 從(chung)未(mei)甘(gam)心(sam)因(yan)我(ngoh)轉(juen)性(sing)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: 其(kei)實(sat)清(ching)楚(choh)我(ngoh)知(ji)， 無(mo)謂(wai)去(hui)纏(chin)住(jue)我(ngoh)， 無(mo)謂(wai)再(joi)去(hui)打(da)聽(ting)， 已(yi)心(sam)領(ling) 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: 其(kei)實(sat)清(ching)楚(choh)這(je)過(gwoh)程(ching)， 就(jau)算(suen)犧(hei)牲(sang)不(bat)會(wooi)高(go)興(hing)， 已(yi)心(sam)領(ling) 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R+L: 無(mo)謂(wai)發(faat)現(yin)情(ching)或(waak)許(hui)轉(juen)淡(daam)， 無(mo)謂(wai) 發(faat)現(yin)情(ching)或(waak)許(hui)轉(juen)淡(daam) ～&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-6281118521659140748?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6281118521659140748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2976463406722967615</id><published>2009-10-03T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:32:57.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明天以后- after tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGaNvYqA68k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGaNvYqA68k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泳：曾流行情歌雖則都繼續播&lt;br /&gt;chang lao hang qing goh sui jak dou gai juk bo&lt;br /&gt;可惜今天無緣一起高歌一趟&lt;br /&gt;hoh sik gam tin mou yuen yat hei gou goh yat tong&lt;br /&gt;唱沒結果再合唱亦沒結果&lt;br /&gt;cheong moot git guo zoi hap cheong yik moot git guo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;峰：明明以前是我傻&lt;br /&gt;ming ming chong chin si ngo soh&lt;br /&gt;求求你姑息我&lt;br /&gt;kau kau nei goo sik ngo&lt;br /&gt;填詞人替我寫出的痛楚&lt;br /&gt;tin chi yan tai ngo se chut dik tong choh&lt;br /&gt;期望你開口唱吧&lt;br /&gt;kei mong nei hoi hau cheong ba&lt;br /&gt;合唱歌那可得我&lt;br /&gt;hap cheong goh na hoh dak ngo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泳：當初你拋開我（峰：我獨唱一次認錯）&lt;br /&gt;dong choh nei pao hoi ngo (ngo duk cheong yat chi ying cho)&lt;br /&gt;泳：你為何麻木地高歌（峰：唱下去不理為何）&lt;br /&gt;nei wai hoh ma muk dei gou goh (cheong ha hui bat lei wai hoh)&lt;br /&gt;合:消失的激情還要熱播&lt;br /&gt;siu sat dik gik ching wan yiu yit bo&lt;br /&gt;誰人仍然是你記住的一個&lt;br /&gt;sui yan ying yin si nei gei jue dik yat go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泳：失去的戀愛難以勉強&lt;br /&gt;sat hui dik luen ngoi nan yi min keung&lt;br /&gt;峰：開一句聲聽著情歌總能滿足一秒遐想&lt;br /&gt;hoi yat gui sing ting jeuk qing goh jung hoh moon juk yat miu ha siong&lt;br /&gt;峰：日後留戀你的聲線&lt;br /&gt;yat hao lao luen nei dik sing sin&lt;br /&gt;泳：恐怕未放下&lt;br /&gt;hong pa mei fong ha&lt;br /&gt;泳：明日更不堪設想（峰：而我不堪設想）&lt;br /&gt;ming yat gang bat ham chit siong (yi ngo bat ham chit siong)&lt;br /&gt;合：一千句親愛的恐怕時間到了無緣再遇上&lt;br /&gt;yat chin gui chan ngoi dik hong pa si gan dou liu mou yuen yao yu siong&lt;br /&gt;峰：我亦無辦法得到見諒&lt;br /&gt;ngo yik mou ban fat dak dou gin leong&lt;br /&gt;泳：忘掉我聲音以後別惆悵（峰：沉默一刻我在惆悵）&lt;br /&gt;mong diu ngo sing yam yi hao bit chow jeung (cham mak yat hak ngo zoi chow jeung)&lt;br /&gt;合：始終無法合唱&lt;br /&gt;chi chong mou fat hap cheong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;峰：祈求回頭亦太難如何唱多一晚 無人饒恕我比悲歌更慘&lt;br /&gt;gei kau wooi tao yik tai nan yu hoh cheong doh yat man mok yan yu sue ngo bei bei goh gang cham&lt;br /&gt;泳：其實你分手以後這一天已心淡&lt;br /&gt;kei sat nei fan sau yi hao ze yat tin yi ging sam tam&lt;br /&gt;峰：當初你拋開我我獨唱一次認錯&lt;br /&gt;dong choh nei pao hoi ngo ngo duk cheong yat chi ying cho&lt;br /&gt;泳：你為何麻木地高歌&lt;br /&gt;nei wai hoh ma muk dei gou go&lt;br /&gt;合：消失的激情還要熱播 誰人仍然是你記住的一個&lt;br /&gt;siu sat dik gik ching wan yiu yit bo sui yan ying yin si nei gei jue dik yat go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泳：你要試著放低我&lt;br /&gt;nei yiu si jeuk fong dai ngo&lt;br /&gt;峰：我怕我以後還是唱沒結果（泳：已是結果）&lt;br /&gt;ngo pa ngo yi hao wan si cheong moot git guo (yi si git guo)&lt;br /&gt;合：以後得一個&lt;br /&gt;yi hao dak yat go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2976463406722967615?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2976463406722967615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2976463406722967615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2976463406722967615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2976463406722967615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-tomorrow.html' title='明天以后- after tomorrow.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5127111889606677125</id><published>2009-07-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:00:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this gotta be my fav.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAR SUNSCREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; &lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. &lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future; &lt;br /&gt;Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. &lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; &lt;br /&gt;The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T be reckless with other people's hearts;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The race is long, and in the end, IT'S ONLY WITH YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER the &lt;strong&gt;compliments&lt;/strong&gt; you receive;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET the &lt;strong&gt;insults&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRETCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life…&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives…&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of CALCIUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;strong&gt;KIND&lt;/strong&gt; to your knees;&lt;br /&gt;You'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…&lt;br /&gt;What ever you do, don't CONGRATULATE yourself too much or BERATE yourself either&lt;br /&gt; – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;GREATEST INSTRUMENT&lt;/strong&gt; you'll ever own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT read beauty magazines;&lt;br /&gt;They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brother and sister together we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there&lt;br /&gt;for you. And I'll be there just helping you out, whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's free oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;oh everybody's free oh yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to KNOW your PARENTS;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be NICE to your SIBLINGS; &lt;br /&gt;They are the best link to your past;&lt;br /&gt;And the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go;&lt;br /&gt;But for the precious few you should hold on. &lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle;&lt;br /&gt;Because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; &lt;br /&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAVEL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths;&lt;br /&gt;Prices will rise, politicians will philander;&lt;br /&gt;You too will get old, and when you do,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPECT your ELDERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T expect anyone else to support you. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; &lt;br /&gt;But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair;&lt;br /&gt;Or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy but;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with those who supply it. &lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is it all, what i wanna say it to everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY_GyyvsHbM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZY_GyyvsHbM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5127111889606677125?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5127111889606677125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=5127111889606677125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5127111889606677125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5127111889606677125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-gotta-be-my-fav.html' title='this gotta be my fav.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2709102420422469263</id><published>2009-07-13T09:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:12:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this game is getting hot.</title><content type='html'>It is just, a game. A no-brainer game. Well, true in a way. Probably it doesnt requires more than 1/100th of the brain juice we used for solving our engineering problems, but believe it anot, while making any decision, those millions of neurons are still very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind if this game leaves you with no choice but to choose, dun deny the fact that for even a second, we imagine, we fantasize about which gal/guy we are gonna sleep with or marry.. and then we make a decision. If not, why her/him and not the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that constituent to living life to the fullest? Is life that boring that we need to indulge in such games? Then why not just have as many flings as your body can take you.. no commitments, just pure fun and pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful..... However, at the same time, I am a little upset; I feel disrespected; I feel insulted; I feel like a fool; I pity the list of others too because after making those decisions, we (maybe) laughed at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, it is just a game after all.. But allow me to experience those emotion waves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2709102420422469263?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2709102420422469263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2709102420422469263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2709102420422469263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2709102420422469263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/stars-said-so.html' title='this game is getting hot.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7199285681142884902</id><published>2009-06-30T14:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:11:12.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere only we know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/qVOa4-JwdV8&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/qVOa4-JwdV8&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=201691&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/keane/' target='_blank'&gt;Keane lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/keane/somewhere_only_we_know.html' target='_blank'&gt;Somewhere Only We Know lyrics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why dont we, go somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just are able to relate things/places to people that have, one way or another touched us; be it in a good way, bad way, stupid way, humorous way etc... we do. That is how amazing those neurons in our brain works, wonders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7199285681142884902?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7199285681142884902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7199285681142884902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7199285681142884902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7199285681142884902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='somewhere only we know.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-3003508749576708038</id><published>2009-06-28T19:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:56:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformation of the mind.</title><content type='html'>mind training: it take times because we-- it took time for all those faults in our minds the tendencies to build up, so it will take time to unfold them again as well.&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MatthieuRicard_2004-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MatthieuRicard-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=191"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MatthieuRicard_2004-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MatthieuRicard-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=191" width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habits of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mind.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-3920251579919779315</id><published>2009-06-28T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:34:45.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syndey forest-once in a blue moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="259"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXGeVDcp4NI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXGeVDcp4NI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="310" height="259"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=385925&amp;amp;speed=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="318" height="181"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sydney_forest/" target="_blank"&gt;Sydney Forest lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sydney_forest/once_in_a_blue_moon.html" target="_blank"&gt;Once In A Blue Moon lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song, just that I can never seem to be able to find a link for this song anywhere.. the peterpan clip isnt working..  if u are kind enough to help, that would be good, but if u cant, here is the best I could get from youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4hEf2LCnRg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4hEf2LCnRg&lt;/a&gt; how I wish its a guy and a girl instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-3920251579919779315?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3920251579919779315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=3920251579919779315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3920251579919779315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3920251579919779315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/06/syndey-forest-once-in-blue-moon.html' title='syndey forest-once in a blue moon.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2081646139657550961</id><published>2009-06-28T09:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:10:51.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the script-the man who cant be moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5Ds1zndYwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5Ds1zndYwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money, they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense but what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause If one day you wake up and find that your missing me&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says, "son you can't stay here"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "there's someone I'm waiting for If it's a day, a month, a year"&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause If one day you wake up and find that your missing me&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll get famous as the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;Im the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mmm.. will you want to be that man in that lyrics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2081646139657550961?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2081646139657550961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-1959446052345567018</id><published>2009-06-22T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:34:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mylovewillgetyouhome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="259"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKr0nBx76Ks&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKr0nBx76Ks&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="310" height="259"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=470552&amp;amp;speed=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="318" height="181"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/christine_glass/" target="_blank"&gt;Christine Glass lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/christine_glass/my_love_will_get_you_home.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Love Will Get You Home lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice,  heart-warming song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1959446052345567018?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1959446052345567018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-1548138755541473017</id><published>2009-06-16T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:46:02.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baa.baa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cool.. i am sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/tmt/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/tmt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cool too.. i am sleep-deprived but doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1548138755541473017?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-8940992783263840738</id><published>2009-06-10T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:19:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle-neck(ed).</title><content type='html'>Why should we try to understand others and make sacrifices when the others do not even bother? And as a matter of fact, I am getting tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is not fair.. I am not sure if I will ever regret making this decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave too much.. I have so little left for myself or for anyone else anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont take me for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-8940992783263840738?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8940992783263840738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=8940992783263840738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8940992783263840738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8940992783263840738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/06/bottle-necked.html' title='bottle-neck(ed).'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7391802253953536318</id><published>2009-04-10T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:34:54.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drpaulcarter.com/cs/common-c-errors.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this and compare with your friends. You will realized, they don't differ so much..&lt;br /&gt;haha, so what is the point...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7391802253953536318?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7391802253953536318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7391802253953536318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7391802253953536318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7391802253953536318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/04/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5018938173720951711</id><published>2009-04-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:16:39.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coping with changes.</title><content type='html'>it is never easy to cope with changes, especially if you have been adopting that style for so long; it is never easy to cope with expectations, especially if you are a perfectionist; it is never easy to reflect upon yourself and graciously accept the fact that you may be in the wrong, and when that happens, you will have the tendency to criticise others and unknowingly, put the fault in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we consider the feelings of others? have we expect too much from others/the environment that they will change for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been through enough to understand the need to change to adapt.. hopefully for the better and for the good of myself. maybe at the end of the day, it may bring you things you least expect, hence for those who are struggling with changes, please do it with an open heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, dont forget what you believe in. lets be the best of ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5018938173720951711?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5018938173720951711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=5018938173720951711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5018938173720951711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/5018938173720951711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/04/coping-with-changes.html' title='coping with changes.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2860618468953585531</id><published>2009-04-03T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:57:58.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if tomorrow never comes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inspiringthots.net/movie/if-tomorrow.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.inspiringthots.net/movie/if-tomorrow.php&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2860618468953585531?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2860618468953585531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2860618468953585531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2860618468953585531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2860618468953585531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='if tomorrow never comes.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4906686540275412171</id><published>2009-04-01T22:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:59:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartfelt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319729628887381858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btb05LEltTY/SdN56Y7z92I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6BBeC1vGYHI/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319729699497794178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btb05LEltTY/SdN5-f-pWoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vFV_DhE1f1s/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btb05LEltTY/SdN6CsTMOlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gW7OYBLsWtY/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319729771524667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btb05LEltTY/SdN6CsTMOlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gW7OYBLsWtY/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these pictures today (secretly), of course without their permission. I took it for 2 reasons for I was touched and sad at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on my way to the bus stop, I saw the old lady walking down the flight of stairs with much difficulty, not only that, after every step she had taken, she had to push the blue trolley down by one step. I was behind her and I could not bear to see her like that so I offered to bring the trolley down for her. What puzzled me initially was that she just stood there for a long time after getting to the ground level but later I realized, she was waiting for her husband because he had went to buy some goceries. Being physically weaker due to age and not very big sized himself, seeing him carryin so many heavy bags kinda make my heart ache and I wanted to help him so much (but i didnt cos he is pretty fierce looking!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont say much what I saw, I think the pictures speak for themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was sad because they do not have anyone to take care/look after and help them. And somehow I knew I made a promise that I will not want to see my parents like that when they are old. However, at the same time, I was touched too! They obviously love each other and they are taking care of each other. And it strikes me! Now when I reflect back.. I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that love is at the risk of becoming extinct.. it is losing its ability to enable people to overcome anything everything.. do we know what love it? do we know what does it comprises? do we know how to love? do we believe in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4906686540275412171?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4906686540275412171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4906686540275412171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4906686540275412171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4906686540275412171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartfelt.html' title='heartfelt.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btb05LEltTY/SdN56Y7z92I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6BBeC1vGYHI/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4341552099338497778</id><published>2009-04-01T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:09:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to what extent</title><content type='html'>Things get more complicated as we continue to grow with every minute. Do you still remember that when we were young, we are taught to differentiate right and wrong, good and bad? There exists a very clear distinction between the two in any particularly issue. As a result, we do not often have to think so hard and think so much, things are pretty straight-foward at that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with time again, we were slowly 'induced' with a different approach when comes to thinking: we now have to think from different perspectives and different situations; while that thought process is done, we will have to analyze the possibilities of each and the implications as consequences. At the end of the day, we adopt the one with the least extent of negative impact/largest extent of benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the extent? since when do we have that markings set?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4341552099338497778?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4341552099338497778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4341552099338497778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4341552099338497778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you have not forgiven the someone who do you wrong if what you said (mouth) and what you feel (heart) are not coherent.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;forgive someone- you are also forgiving yourself because it is very tiring to harp on an issue forever and it is very unhealthy for you to do so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that someone could be yourself, your family members, your friends, anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give yourself that space to breathe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2807777719208333347?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7208032445363740636</id><published>2008-09-14T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:14:44.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible.</title><content type='html'>snip snip snip wagging tongues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, sometimes people just do not appreciate or remember what one has done or tried to do for them.. and it is not as if spelling it out will be a good thing to do because it feels so stupid and shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or this oneself just do not have a place in the heart of the receiver, how pathetic is the giver and how rude and selfish is the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, but do not give up or lose faith.. what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really helps to think that you have done your part and have clear consicence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;己所不欲，勿施于人..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7208032445363740636?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7208032445363740636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7208032445363740636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7208032445363740636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7208032445363740636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2658299015020893587</id><published>2008-09-01T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:30:20.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach out for your dreams!</title><content type='html'>Alot of times, we are the one who disqualified ourselves. We tell ourselves that we are not good enough (i.e. look that XXX, look at me, I'm nowhere near compared to XXX), we tell ourselves that we will not be able to make it so let's settle for smth less, we tell ourselves dreams are just dreams during sleeps and not something practical to go for, we tell ourselves so much that at the end of the day, our self-esteem becomes hell-low, the sort-called standards set by noone-knows-who eats us up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really want to only sigh in our rocking chairs during our last years.. weeping tears of regrets..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in Chin up and tell yourself, you can do it! Make sacrifices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Determinination.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont lose them. NEver Give UP..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's the child's soul?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2658299015020893587?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2658299015020893587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2658299015020893587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2658299015020893587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2658299015020893587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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close to sacrifice.. it is just my way of showing care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end, I'm still stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to make a fool out of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to care and bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5676234194385219229?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5676234194385219229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=5676234194385219229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u probably do not feel for it even if u understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there isnt a point for me to continue if you dun.&lt;br /&gt;just continue with your way of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7552850259051828190?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7552850259051828190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7552850259051828190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sad to say, certain words are fading from my dictionary already..&lt;br /&gt;as in, it is the fear and lack of courage to believe in it..&lt;br /&gt;i guess, actions really speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there will be things that i'll probably will never ever understand.. it sucks you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often we always hear, "never give up on those who make you happy.."&lt;br /&gt;and i'll like to add on, "never give opportunities for those who make you happy to give up on you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be, really heartbreaking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1083038127264232648?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1083038127264232648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-6894333291212838949</id><published>2008-05-20T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:46:43.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time-banker.</title><content type='html'>If each of us is credited with s$86400 at the start every single day, how would you managed this sum of money? There is no carry forward, that means to say you have to spend all today, what is not spent by the end of the day will be gone. Also, this sum that is credited to us can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terminated&lt;/span&gt; at any point in time, without us knowing. How and what to do after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not try to think too much about the loop holes of this, but rather, just give a slight consideration to what is being questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside whatever I have learnt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GEK&lt;/span&gt;1506 (Heavenly Mathematics and Cultural Astronomy), let's us just use back the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;simplified&lt;/span&gt; and layman terms. Assuming there is 365 days in a year with each day 24hrs long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alrights&lt;/span&gt;, where am I driving at? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; yes, time bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone single one of us, is given 86400 seconds everyday, whatever that has not been fully made used of will be gone since you cannot recycle time. At any point, our time bank may stop and we cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;negotiate with them, and blame/sue them for stopping the account. What are we going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wonder how much time have been wasted. All the complainings about not having enough time, all the regrets that go with wasted time, haven't we had enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I think I will be sad when bad things happen and they did not go the way I have expected. I may cry, may be heartbroken, may be so weak, but I think no matter what, we have to limit ourselves the amount of time we spent drowning in our own sorrows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-6894333291212838949?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6894333291212838949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=6894333291212838949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/6894333291212838949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/6894333291212838949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-banker.html' title='time-banker.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2161960796834650234</id><published>2008-05-06T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:06:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wind blows.</title><content type='html'>I think, I probably turn this into something, good. Let's see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2161960796834650234?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2161960796834650234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2161960796834650234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2161960796834650234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2161960796834650234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/05/wind-blows.html' title='wind blows.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5960746984585917002</id><published>2008-05-02T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:15:53.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title.</title><content type='html'>You know what is the thing about shades and cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than looking cool, or trying to look cool,&lt;br /&gt;this is what they meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to shades,&lt;br /&gt;I could protect my eyes from the glaring sunlight;&lt;br /&gt;I could look at people without letting them know that I'm looking at them (its super handy esp when you wanna look at guys or maybe, girls)&lt;br /&gt;I could cry, without people knowing that I did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to cap,&lt;br /&gt;It provides about 5cm of shelter above my forehead, forbidding the sunlight from reaching my face;&lt;br /&gt;It provides a hide-out for days of bad hair;&lt;br /&gt;I could hide 3/4 of my face from people who are taller than me and hide 1-4 of my face from people who are of about the same height as me;&lt;br /&gt;Bottome line, people will not have a direct view of my eyes.... esp when I'm feeling upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world pushes you to your knees, remember you are in the best position to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5960746984585917002?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-5775490991985847879</id><published>2008-05-02T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:29:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>span-span-spanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zM-UWESU3Qs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zM-UWESU3Qs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a thing for spanish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-5775490991985847879?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-9075654982007952147</id><published>2008-04-30T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:28:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on knees.</title><content type='html'>I never learn the importance of health until it happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I never learn the importance of health until it happened to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying healthy means giving yourself the opportunity to do what you wish to do and what is required of you. Staying healthy also means we can take care of ourselves and not worrying our loved ones (i.e. parents). I thought I understood this point since young but did not feel for this until a couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, parents do get (extremely) worried when they see us getting ourselves so tired and they get (absobloodylutely) upset when they see us falling sick, feeling so terrible. Oh wells. I can get panicky too , especially when issues concerning my loved ones arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stand strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Whatever you think is important to you right now, I hope that you are taking good care of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-9075654982007952147?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/9075654982007952147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=9075654982007952147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/9075654982007952147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/9075654982007952147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-knees.html' title='on knees.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-8367436128711836115</id><published>2008-04-24T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:01:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all investors.</title><content type='html'>Exam time! Everyone is studying till wee hours in the morning; some of us are wondering how far a degree bring us in the future; some of us so determined and driven; some, the only drive we have is to score as many As and hopefully pull up our CAP.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of mugging and stoning, I thought about investments. Hmm.. is the dollar sign flashing in front of you already? True, that is what would come to my mind too.. but on a more creative note, investments do not necessarily need money.. we are investors ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invest- in studies, in people and in things&lt;br /&gt;Our capital- time and feelings (maybe to certain, money too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much we invest probably will be how much we will gain.. we all love profits, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Wells, try to love risks as much too...&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, there are falls that may hurt us.. just hope that, with enough strength and faith, that will not land us bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be richer as time pass...&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is a fall in certain stocks, I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-8367436128711836115?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8367436128711836115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=8367436128711836115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8367436128711836115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8367436128711836115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-all-investors.html' title='we are all investors.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-3188083745423514579</id><published>2008-04-12T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:09:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vegetarianism.</title><content type='html'>"Ouch. That is gonna hurt. Green green leafs every meal every day 365 days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so wrong. Whatever there is in the real meat-form, there is a similar version except that it is in the mock-meat form. Let me tell you more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 types of vegetarianism:&lt;br /&gt;1) Lacto-ovo vegetarianism&lt;br /&gt;2) Lacto vegetarianism&lt;br /&gt;3) Ovo vegetarianism&lt;br /&gt;4) Veganism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similiarity among the 4 is that, all of them do not consume any meat, including fish and poultry. For lacto-ovo vegetarianism, these people can consume dairy products, eggs and honey; for lacto vegetarianism, they can consume diary products and honey; for ovo vegetarianism, they can consume eggs and honey; and lastly, for the last one, they are considered as strict vegetarians and do not consume anything except vegetables related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, up to this point of time, it is still always hard when it comes to replying people who will always tend to wonder/ask,&lt;br /&gt;" so if one is to really go on vegetarianism, why would there still be the mock-version of everything"? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MAYBE for variety and nutrition facts and a sign that vegetarianism is not all just about green stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" so you go on vegetarianism because one of the reason is that you do not want to kill, so if you are eating plants and stuff, arent you killing them too? They are living things for goodness sake"! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MAYBE consider the difference between animals and plants, and youself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;br /&gt;Health, ethics, religion, preferance.&lt;br /&gt;Subjective ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm why do I suddenly talk about this? Because I have been a lacto-ovo vegetarian eversince 1987.. wait, to be more accurate, 1986, prob ard Sept? Lol.. Hope I am still looking good for the past two decades (plus one more year soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get my fair shares of stares, questionings and maybe worse, being look down upon? Oh wells, BUT, it does not matter because I am happy with my way of life; I'm healthy, not stupid, not doing too bad in many aspects of my life. If you have what it takes, prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in control of myself. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-3188083745423514579?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3188083745423514579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=3188083745423514579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3188083745423514579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3188083745423514579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/04/vegetarianism.html' title='vegetarianism.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-6179280319461984229</id><published>2008-04-12T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:34:33.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeded wound, tougher me.</title><content type='html'>You know, if you are more aware of what is happening around you, taking note of the things that have been done and/or said, looking at the surrounding people and places, and feeling your feelings, you will learn alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if everyone thinks for everyone, then there wont be a single person out there feeling over-loaded, unjustified and probably, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it takes hell lot of discipline and sensitivity to make things go right and people to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it is better to motivate yourself, stay focus and managed your time than to whine, grumble and throw tantrums around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know that I am good in my own many ways, but I can get tired and hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be a beautiful case but an empty vessel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-6179280319461984229?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6179280319461984229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=6179280319461984229&amp;isPopup=true' 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gentleman.</title><content type='html'>I was right when I used to think to myself that I'm growing up too fast for my own age.. not that it was bad, I was glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can summarise what I have learnt from life in 3 words: It goes on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because life is so fragile and cruel at the same time, we should not allow ourselves to dwell in our own sorrows; we should not be stuck in our own tiny little room and asuume that things will work out by themselves when we do not adapt fast and well enough; we should not take anything for granted.. and 'anything' I was referring to here means both good and bad matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The art of embracing is a skill to master.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The skill to be able to constantly self-reflect and improve is a value that will help us through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The value for life and everything else will make us worth living.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch your heart, run through your mind and speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when things doesnt go the right way, remember you can be at fault too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2041663113369917736?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2041663113369917736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2041663113369917736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2041663113369917736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others;&lt;br /&gt;it is because each of us is a special individual.&lt;br /&gt;dont set ur goals by that other people deem important;&lt;br /&gt;only you know what's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;dont take for granted the things closest to your heart;&lt;br /&gt;cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;dont let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or the future (note: living VS planning);&lt;br /&gt;by living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;dont give up when you still have something to give;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is really over, until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect;&lt;br /&gt;it is the fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid to encounter risks;&lt;br /&gt;it is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;dont shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find;&lt;br /&gt;the quickest way to receive love is to give love, the fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;dont dismiss your dreams;&lt;br /&gt;to be without dreams is to be without hope, to be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;dont run through life so fast that you forget where you've been but also where you are going;&lt;br /&gt;life is not a race, but a journey to be savoured every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and feeling upset during this period of time, remember you have what it takes to move on, that hero inside you. CHIN UP, BREATHE and WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and feeling good about everything during this period of time, remember to not take things for granted. If we do, what if we lose them all one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and feeling indifferent, please find back your thoughts and feelings. I should think that all of us do think or/and feel quite a lot, but just that somehow we manage to convince ourselves that we are okay by not doing otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical decisionS.... like standing at crossroads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely feels like the longest month in the whole year. Ironic isn't it? Time..&lt;br /&gt;29 days of Feb, I'll see you in 4 years' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. 831 (with a happy ending)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7813120328521409621?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7813120328521409621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=7813120328521409621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7813120328521409621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/7813120328521409621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-february.html' title='goodbye February.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-7268611353878712281</id><published>2008-02-26T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:23:10.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pettiness- pls forgive me.</title><content type='html'>I thought I never will understand.. wait a minute, maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be away enjoying yourself for occasions like your family members' birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be away enjoying youself for occasions like your best friend's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;(assuming they have already planned the day to be with you)&lt;br /&gt;I thought just a little effort to make time alone for a while will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its asking too much, maybe this kind of standpoint is just not valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is about prioritising. I would understand and fully support it if one is away because he/she needs to complete his/her work or he/she needs a rest because of tiredness. Otherwise, please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also spare me with the apologises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words. There are things that are not meant to be joke about at all. not meant for disclosure to anyone, because, we will be hurting that someone we love and love us. And if we really mean to say it, say it to the person himself/herself and explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone is perfect. I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to care and bother so much.. Feeling tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. I said," I am not tired." Simply because 831.&lt;br /&gt;And because 831, I am learning to accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;And this is not meant to be done alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be worried if one day I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;I will be worried if one day I can kill my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I will be worried if one day I build ice instead of bridges.&lt;br /&gt;I will be worried if ever a day that 'one day' comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember this, you are not a fool..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-7268611353878712281?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7268611353878712281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love ...&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1410527218125864492?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1410527218125864492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=1410527218125864492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1410527218125864492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1410527218125864492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-really-do.html' title='i think i really do.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-8456589095241713727</id><published>2008-02-15T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:46:50.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step at a time.</title><content type='html'>It is really feb blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before switching, I thought it is possible but when that comes, I actually had alot of difficulties to do so. And just when I am used to it, I have to switch back. I would have thought that it would be easy to go back as before, but now, I am still trying to get used to it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think..&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends all said, " one in a million."&lt;br /&gt;Once in a blue moon, by Syndey Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;I want to accomplish whatever I have set for myself for '08 resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, treasure and embrace; give thanks and share; pray and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down this road&lt;br /&gt;I know someone is already waiting&lt;br /&gt;Years of dreams just cant be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Arms with open wide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be safe and wanted&lt;br /&gt;Finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart don't fail me now&lt;br /&gt;Courage dont desert me&lt;br /&gt;Dont turn back&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here&lt;br /&gt;People always say&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of choices&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever mention fears&lt;br /&gt;How the road can seem so long&lt;br /&gt;How the world can seem so vast&lt;br /&gt;Courage sees me through&lt;br /&gt;Heart I trust in you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-8456589095241713727?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8456589095241713727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=8456589095241713727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8456589095241713727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/8456589095241713727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-step-at-timeback-to-who-i-was.html' title='one step at a time.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-1484864495715464146</id><published>2008-01-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:58:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost good girl.</title><content type='html'>我想我知道， 眼泪的味道&lt;br /&gt;曾经付出的每一天每一夜，我不曾想逃&lt;br /&gt;受伤的翅膀，终有一天会慢慢 慢慢地变好&lt;br /&gt;再飞到更高更远的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to put it across. The way parents treat their kids really differ from child to child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always words that people play with. And to a certain extent, sometimes I feel unjustified; sometimes I do get upset; sometimes I really want to cry. These are the people who are the closest to you, whom you love most, whom you treasure most. Sigh. I am disappointed. With them, with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am not understanding and I just made passing comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very windy day, yeah wishfully hoping that the wind can carry me away.. with him. No wonder I love the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being emo here. Just reflecting, I want to be good and better. Random. I still love everything that is around me and do not want to allow myself to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you will be with me till the end of journey, you will never know how much it means to me. Hearts(hugs) you. What more can I ask when I've got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been, sorta grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is alot for me to share, but just for today with reference to my entry title: almost good girl&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Get good or great marks; involved in extracurricular activities; was respectful; walked generally close to the dark side to know it was dangerous; avoided bad boys or at least got out of bad situations fast enough to keep self-esteem intact; took risks; asked many questions, which was irrelevant for some; did some dumb things; knew how to project outward conformity but never held back from telling her friends the tough truth; she neither fit in the good girls or the bad girls but was not rejected by any; increasingly challege herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, sounds like me! So I am an almost good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. A part of me do not want to grow up. I still want to be that little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel sad, I will sing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel depressed, I will dance.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel overwhelmed, I will sweat it out.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel stress, I will double my labour.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel inferior, I will wear my new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel afraid, I will plunge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am the master of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I must stay happy. At the same time, play my roles, and not leave any chance for myself to regret. I will go on. If I can’t fly, I’ll crawl, I’ll walk, I’ll run, whatever it takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-1484864495715464146?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1484864495715464146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=1484864495715464146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1484864495715464146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/1484864495715464146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-good-girl.html' title='almost good girl.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-2171600893052167017</id><published>2007-12-26T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:37:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather-mode(mood)</title><content type='html'>Last year.. I remembered it was rainy and windy and cold...&lt;br /&gt;This year.. There is still rain, but lesser. Still windy and the weather is just nice. With some sunshine, right amount of clouds.. Perfect.. Paradise=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love OUR PARADISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed there is a difference! Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is fighting strong.. Gambatte. Jeapordising my own health for the sake of a course, initially it really does sound stupid yah, hmm.. more stupid. However, all things come with a cost, and I know that this sacrifice is worthwhile, even though not all 152 are good, I'm quite quite at least 50% of them will strive to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about making our own sacrifices worthwhile, and making the fullest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at photos. Definietly lotsa memories. Set adrift on memory bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes no sense, make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-2171600893052167017?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2171600893052167017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=2171600893052167017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2171600893052167017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/2171600893052167017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2007/12/weather-modemood.html' title='Weather-mode(mood)'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-3217542741257510114</id><published>2007-12-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:27:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-anics.</title><content type='html'>I haven had time to update anytime.. not even write them down somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. wait a minute, probably I did not feel like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's sort of, coming to an end already.. To a certain extent, I'm glad. I learnt alot=) Really.. sometimes, I hope that I am not growing too fast for my age.. &lt;div&gt;I dun wanna grow up.. not yet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, I do not have a choice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the new year will be like..&lt;br /&gt;Looking 1 year back... looking 1 year ahead.. I hate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will be time for me to answer my own letter written a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating. So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people come up to you and give thanks and all the smiles of gratitude..&lt;br /&gt;When people learn and appreciate the tinest little things you have done..&lt;br /&gt;When you learn that actually you can actually make an impact to people, even with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give up on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;A new year.. Less regrets, more satisfactions, less criticism, more conducive encouragements, less YOUs, more WEs, less grumbles, more thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-3217542741257510114?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3217542741257510114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=3217542741257510114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3217542741257510114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/3217542741257510114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-anics.html' title='Random-anics.'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-6810003102767732355</id><published>2007-11-11T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:04:07.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing syndrome</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I feel as like I'm missing quite a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;Careless whisper..&lt;br /&gt;Just wonder.. If I ever get to dance again..&lt;br /&gt;Taking things for granted..&lt;br /&gt;Being taken granted for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fool..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-6810003102767732355?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6810003102767732355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=6810003102767732355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/6810003102767732355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/6810003102767732355'/><link rel='alternate' 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to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;A time to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-6077900789047267981?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6077900789047267981/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-8768607103486980959</id><published>2007-07-28T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:02:45.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uCC3-GEeC4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="'transparent'" height="'80'" width="'300'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://media.imeem.com/m/uCC3-GEeC4/aus="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-8768607103486980959?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125813196219254728.post-4118828193757250529</id><published>2007-07-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:11:23.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little glimpse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = w /&gt;&lt;w:sdt id="89512082" title="Post Title" storeitemid="X_592932A4-D026-45A4-A650-BC426A425555" text="t" docpart="AB982FBC7473463484BAD1BC0A0B03DD" xpath="/ns0:BlogPostInfo/ns0:PostTitle"&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;When the whole world pushes you to your knees, remember that you are in the best position to pray. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;My dad told me once that to look at my hand and think about the relation it has with life. I thought for a moment, and he started speaking. “Our hand consists of a palm and five fingers, each of different lengths. It is only when all these are being joined together that we will get our hand. It is all right to feel down and sad, but we must not let ourselves dwell in our sorrows for too long, because after every down there will be an up. If all our fingers were of the same length, would not it look weird? And since our lives will never ever be smooth-sailing, we should as much as we can enjoy this ride and learn. Always serve with pride and passion, always self-improving and never allow yourself to have the chance to regret.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;It was many years ago that he told me that. Still up to now, it is engraved deeply in my heart. No one said it is going to be easy, but think again, it may not be as hard as we think it may be. When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often we look so long at the closed door that we forgot about the one that has been opened for us. At times, we will find ourselves standing at crossroads, watching the world pass by, wondering which path to take, wondering which is the right one, we may even doubt ourselves. However, if only we could allow ourselves to take a step back and look at the picture with a more objective manner, maybe we will not be that troubled anymore. Sometimes, we follow what our minds say; sometimes, we simply just have to listen to where our hearts beat.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Family. Friends. Commitments. Love. Expectations. Are these mainly what we are facing day in and out? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;A friend told me the other time when we were studying for exams, “The love our parents have for us grew with each day, but as each day passed, we drift further and further away from them. Think about it, it just does not really make sense, does it?” I was dumbfounded by his question, because I think I am guilty of it too, not that I was ever close to my parents, but they are the ones who have shaped me to what I am now and I have never be more proud to be who I am and who I can be. I have to agree that many a times, they get unreasonable and demanding. However, when the heat is off, and we managed to find time ourselves to reflect upon what had happened, sometimes they do have a point that we have overlooked. And I am quite sure that our parents feel the same way too. It is just that pride and ego get in the way that neither party wants to admit their mistake. If I become a parent one day, I am not sure if I can do better than them, after all it is not an easy task to handle. Do you think you can?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;I was sitting at the bus-stop, obviously waiting for a bus. This old man, fifty meters directly in front of me was crossing from one end of a small road to the other end. The road was about fifteen meters apart and he took a full five minutes to cross over! And you know what? I can easily reach the other end in less than ten seconds! I wondered if my parents will end up in that state. And wonder if I will ever be in that state. He was alone, walking very slowly, the only aid he has with him was a walking stick. I felt sick suddenly. I have not made full use of what I have. Have you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;When it comes to commitment towards anything, we are bound to make sacrifices. But often, we feel so lazy to shoulder any responsibilities and unwilling to take up the challenge. Some of us just want to pass through motion even though we know that we can make a difference; some of us just simply do not care and pretend that every thing is good the way it is now. We fear, fear of many things. Fear is a darkroom where negative thoughts are cultivated. I attended a talk once, this speaker, the well-known Dr. William, shared his fears with us too. Who in this world does not have fears? But, there is one thing that we ought to learn, that is to transform our fears into some kind of motivation that will drive us to success. If making sacrifices is so difficult, then we will not be able to achieve anything in the future. Most importantly, we have to make our sacrifices worthwhile. With the courage, faith and passion, we will pull through together with our comrades. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Life will be impossible without love. All kinds of love that any being will need. It is always a happy heart that breaks and a sad one that heals. Sometimes we have to pursue it; sometimes we have to let it go. All the ‘sometimes’, ‘I wonder’ and ‘if only’ that we always say, have you ever wonder how many more times you can say that? If we want to live in regret, so be it. As much as one can gladly throw caution to the wind in all aspects of life, there is one thing that we can never control that is falling in love. A very subjective topic. If you ever believe in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Very hopeful, that our very own set of values and principles will guide us through and lead us to take the correct path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;I do not know how much time every one has left for one another. Life can be compared to a series of train rides. We meet very special people and in turn, they become very important and valuable to us, with and without us realizing it. Some are just passer-by that does not even leave any trace of their appearance in our lives. In one way or another, we have contributed to the baggage of our fellow travel mates. We found our loved ones, our mentors, our friends and most importantly, we discover ourselves as each day passed on the train ride. Sadly, we do not really know when our last stop is or when is our fellow travel mates’ last stop, seizing every moment that we have got is the best that we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Lying there and watching the stars above my head, feeling the gentle breeze that brush my face, everything seems so insignificant. It was cold, it is still cold. But there is warmth out there if we seek for it and allow ourselves to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Time and time and again. The best should be given. Have we done that? Let's pack up.. whatever we need to. A thousand miles begins with a single step, embark on this new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Chin up, breathe, walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125813196219254728-4118828193757250529?l=twentysixminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4118828193757250529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125813196219254728&amp;postID=4118828193757250529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4118828193757250529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125813196219254728/posts/default/4118828193757250529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysixminutes.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-glimpse.html' title='A little glimpse..'/><author><name>twentysixminutes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337801470084197865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
