<?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-6998775576971017367</id><updated>2011-11-03T11:02:03.611+08:00</updated><category term='friends with benefits'/><category term='open relationship'/><category term='inaction and youths'/><category term='GTO'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='English Tea'/><category term='Corazon Aquino'/><category term='desolation solitude loneliness'/><category term='Michelle Obama'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Demi Moore'/><category term='Angela Merkel'/><category term='Voom Potraits Robert Wilson'/><category term='merry christmas'/><category term='Michael Douglas'/><category term='cougar'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='The Alchemist'/><category term='Ellen DeGeneres'/><category term='Catherine Zeta Jones'/><category term='Carla Bruni'/><category term='love parental love crush'/><category term='losing hope'/><category term='christmas sinner interpretation convenience courage faith'/><category term='running'/><category term='foreign talent'/><category term='foreword yi feng'/><category term='National Museum of Singapore'/><category term='Julia Gillard'/><category term='lies The Alchemist truth'/><category term='parkour'/><category term='meritocratic'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='unyouthful youths'/><category term='locals'/><category term='&quot;what&apos;s the point&quot;'/><category term='unfounded fears'/><category term='milf'/><category term='apathy'/><category term='Ashton Kutcher'/><category term='casual relationship'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>musings</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a idealist and realist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998775576971017367.post-4593186857720225083</id><published>2011-11-03T10:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:47:12.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela Merkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Zeta Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen DeGeneres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashton Kutcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla Bruni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cougar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Gillard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corazon Aquino'/><title type='text'>The power of feminism - Can ageless love exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Older Woman / Younger Man - Does age matter in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger people who are more mature than most of their contemporaries may actually find an older mate to be more congenial. Yet as in any age gap relationships, the preference for a much older mate should be scrutinized with great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger is that the older person is psychologically a substitute parent, rather than a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article Source: &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/94787"&gt;http://EzineArticles.com/94787&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these celebrities can do it, so can you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher (15-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Madonna and Jesus Luz (28-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee (20-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones (25-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Taylor-Wood and Aaron Johnson (23-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Elton John and David Furnish (15-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi (15-year gap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.myora.com/Advice/Article/114"&gt;http://www.myora.com/Advice/Article/114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship support for Ageless Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to: &lt;a href="http://www.agelesslove.com/boards/forum.php"&gt;http://www.agelesslove.com/boards/forum.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot depends on the mental maturity of both people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an older woman/younger man (OW/YM), the odds are stacked against them from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike an older man/younger woman (OM/YW) pairing, like Hugh Hefner and his playmates, society frowns upon the OW/YM union. A traditional society readily accepts and to some extent celebrates OM/YW pairing. Some common arguments are that the OM has the status and capability. This is utterly untrue as it buys into the argument that the YW is "backbone-less" and willing to settle for tradeoffs in the relationship. The society cast an immediate perception that the YW is after the older one for money, and is willing to trade her body for material pleasures. How true is this? We won't know. Except the two involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a study on the longetivity of such relationships will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OW is branded names like cougar and milf. Degratory terms which do not serve the purpose of feminism. Many a times, the people who perpetuates these ideas are women themselves. It takes two hands to clap. And such a perception can never be sustained by what many choose to believe as Male Chauvinists driven ideas, it is however in fact, truly perpetuated by the silent acknowledgement of females or basically the refusal to rise against such opinions. True enough, it may be the "traditional males" who frown upon a OW/YM union but it does not help that the spouses do not support their often less lucky counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacked against them, we have a society who turns inwardly against females. In a modern society, encouraging feminism and the empowerment of women and to a large extent equality of sexes, we are unfortunately still archaic in our perception of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, females are turning waves in various arenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the &lt;strong&gt;heads of state&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Philippines First Female President Maria Corazon Sumulong Cojuangco-Aquino&lt;br /&gt;The current Chancellor of Germany Angela Dorothea Merkel&lt;br /&gt;27th Prime Minister of Australia Julia Gillard, since Jun 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminent &lt;strong&gt;First Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first lady of the 44th President of the United States Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama&lt;br /&gt;The multi-talented and immensely beautiful First Lady of the President of the French Republic Carla Bruni-Sarkozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top &lt;strong&gt;Corporate Performers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing Director of the International Monetary Fund, Christine Madeleine Odette Lagarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top &lt;strong&gt;Humanitarian Figures&lt;/strong&gt; we subscribe to&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;Florence Nightingale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top &lt;strong&gt;Actresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Lydia Mironoff (a.k.a Helen Mirren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strive to promote the flourishing of a society where females co-drive the nation, perhaps we can take a moment and reflect on the concept of &lt;em&gt;feminist equality in terms of age-gap differences for relationships&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4593186857720225083?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4593186857720225083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-of-feminism-can-ageless-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4593186857720225083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4593186857720225083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2011/11/power-of-feminism-can-ageless-love.html' title='The power of feminism - Can ageless love exist?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6922206562376558200</id><published>2010-11-15T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:05:08.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parkour'/><title type='text'>The Escape Art's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>David Belle: Its people who are giving the impression that you're doing something wrong. But you're like: "What's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have different perspectives. The danger comes when people with similiar perspectives band tgt and impose theirs (as a majority) on others.&lt;br /&gt;Those who continue to hold their own persepctive are branded as outcasts, rebels and even sociopath. It is sad how we're caged by what's a consensus. In an ideal world, ppl should be free and have the benefit of choice. But in practice, it is not entirely possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My willingness to jump (train) - parkour, affects your perspective of safety and incites pandemonium due to what is known as "socially unacceptable" behaviour (which is essentially caging by nature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orjt7BhvfMw"&gt;PARKOUR - David Belle Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6922206562376558200?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6922206562376558200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-arts-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6922206562376558200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6922206562376558200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-arts-philosophy.html' title='The Escape Art&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7398299067419257776</id><published>2010-11-10T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:23:33.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><title type='text'>Policy Change – S. Korea turn of attitude</title><content type='html'>Nov 10, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Asia/Asia/Story/STIStory_601280.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.Korea drops call for apology from the North&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move could result in resumption of six-party talks, food and other aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is significant because the turn in attitude was initiated by S. Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a nation who had their vessel sunk- Cheonan, the S. Korea's move could emphasize her magnanimity. But there could be many more alternatives/"&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;"s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; it represent a stronger desire by S. Korea to welcome N. Korea to the six-party talks than the latter desired. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; for a nation traditionally supported by the world powers against the delinquent half, it could signify the mounting pressure on the nation to restart talks to further, whatever means in store, or protect against a potential terror threat. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; S. Korea could have sensed another burgeoning threat, possibly nuclear that required the swift return to six-party talks to stamp the threat out of reality. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; more probably, the whole “Cheonan” incident could have ended to be a staged bargaining chip eroding into a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted in the article, “Most political analysts in the South believe a North Korean apology for the Cheonan sinking is highly unlikely.” An issue of apology, would present itself as an recognizing the accusation, the committing of the crime. An adamant refusal to admit, could come across as insisted innocence or possibly pure obstinacy. Fair enough, N. Korea may refuse to comment. Nevertheless, it has grown to become common knowledge that this incident would jut out like a sore wound even during the resumption of six-party talks or the conduct of bilateral relations, as proven by the recurrence of the issue on agenda of various bilateral meetings planned for the G-20 gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;this incident would jut out like a sore wound even during the resumption of&lt;br /&gt;six-party talks or the conduct of bilateral relations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this maybe speculation but it certainly is peculiar for a man to forgive another jerk after he slept with the former's wife. And even dissolving the need for apology, on the simple condition that he display sincerity and discretion in the future conduct of relations. It certainly shows the "cuckold" going out of his way, ain't it. *forgive the analogy* Or it could be that one recognize the bigger picture, and swallow the bad reaction to display unusual magnanimity, to get the other, back to the negotiating table in order to make concessions and agree to a unified Korean dream for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it certainly is peculiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nonetheless, the tale of the two estranged brothers is certainly an interesting case to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7398299067419257776?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7398299067419257776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/policy-change-s-korea-turn-of-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7398299067419257776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7398299067419257776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/policy-change-s-korea-turn-of-attitude.html' title='Policy Change – S. Korea turn of attitude'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3536152107501404593</id><published>2010-11-09T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:04:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearing a child is expensive, mothers have it tougher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Asia/Asia/Story/STIStory_600921.html"&gt;Baby incentive fails to excite South Koreans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govt's $88b plan to lift fertility rate does not tackle problem of social burden borne by women&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Sun Young, for The Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic example of the problems that plague an ageing population with stubbornly low birth rates.&lt;br /&gt;Government support helps but &lt;em&gt;often prove 2nd fiddle to family planning and societal pressure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Asia/Asia/Story/STIStory_600898.html"&gt;Flexi-hours: Will they do the job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kim Ji Hyun, for The Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally workaholic S. Korean firms explore flexi-hours.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the success intrinsic-ly &lt;em&gt;boils down to the job requirement and perspective of both the employers and employees&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Requirement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service, production line where another can easily take over where you left off, sounds favourable to the flexi-hours work scheme. However, jobs which require continuous supervision by committed professionals, for examply in the research line, may not be that kind to flexi-hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance to the flexi-hours scheme and willingness to make concessions to fit the transition/ risk a temporary drop in productivity levels during initial stages of implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations of ascent in careers through promotions should not be first priority then. It is difficult to see how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a corporate perspective bent on progress and sustained results, i believe that the flexi-hours holds too much uncertainty of bearing fruit, and risk incurring a bigger pool of employees whose benefits one have to look after. Not too feasible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's study the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore aspect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aim:&lt;br /&gt;How successful do firms find the implementation of flexi-hours working scheme for their productivity and profits margin?&lt;br /&gt;How do employees find flexi-hours contributing to the bigger picture of the work and more importantly, their life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3536152107501404593?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3536152107501404593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/rearing-child-is-expensive-mothers-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3536152107501404593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3536152107501404593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/rearing-child-is-expensive-mothers-have.html' title='Rearing a child is expensive, mothers have it tougher.'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7346049011327201184</id><published>2010-11-07T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:00:09.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"privates" are extremely useful</title><content type='html'>I assure you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it blatant privates.&lt;br /&gt;Privates - juniors in the chain of military command.&lt;br /&gt;But more so, the things in one closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your eyes speak. - The body tells a thousand tales.&lt;br /&gt;Your private life. - It is no wonder PIs cost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The emotions you bring forth - Knowing how they arise, knowing the triggers, capturing the Psychological bearings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are great liabilities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that another can use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and sincerity is the greatest gift one can give.&lt;br /&gt;But alligators can use them.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the amusing world of human relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be unguarded or build a outrageously thick lead well around yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. U2 and R.E.M. make great combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKKMlUUnw0w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;One Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7346049011327201184?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7346049011327201184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/privates-are-extremely-useful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7346049011327201184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7346049011327201184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/privates-are-extremely-useful.html' title='&quot;privates&quot; are extremely useful'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4231971462713703458</id><published>2010-11-07T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:50:19.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightswimming - I'm not sure all these people understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx9br5ISRpo&amp;amp;NR=1&amp;amp;feature=fvwp"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx9br5ISRpo&amp;amp;NR=1&amp;amp;feature=fvwp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything you do has to be explained explicitly.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone will understand your intention. But does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Not if belief and intent are parallel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4231971462713703458?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4231971462713703458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/nightswimming-im-not-sure-all-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4231971462713703458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4231971462713703458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/nightswimming-im-not-sure-all-these.html' title='Nightswimming - I&apos;m not sure all these people understand.'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1987315607696025687</id><published>2010-11-07T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:46:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litigation - how you see it?</title><content type='html'>One man's frivolity maybe all the defence another man can count on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1987315607696025687?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1987315607696025687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/litigation-how-you-see-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1987315607696025687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1987315607696025687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/11/litigation-how-you-see-it.html' title='Litigation - how you see it?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6473125371854249421</id><published>2010-04-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:29:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Apr</title><content type='html'>i should stop "coming in on a wing and a prayer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/on-a-wing-and-a-prayer.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6473125371854249421?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6473125371854249421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-apr.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6473125371854249421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6473125371854249421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-apr.html' title='1 Apr'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998775576971017367.post-632378446865049753</id><published>2010-02-24T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:17:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Feb - contorted Black Black Heart</title><content type='html'>it is so easy to fall into an abyss&lt;br /&gt;as the optimism slip&lt;br /&gt;when i shut my eyes do i slip into bliss&lt;br /&gt;as i begin to lose my grip&lt;br /&gt;we live for pleasure feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;in this world i'm undying&lt;br /&gt;but does undying mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black black heart, why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt;why do you make it easier to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;i'm on fire, i'm rotting to the core&lt;br /&gt;i'm sweeping all your ink and morals&lt;br /&gt;all your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i lose myself in this life&lt;br /&gt; - of dope breathing in the toxins&lt;br /&gt;live for play and feel the plain&lt;br /&gt;i'm naked underneath the world's cover&lt;br /&gt;covers lie and like a zombie we walk through&lt;br /&gt;with no direction no aims&lt;br /&gt;time will come and rape the youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black black heart why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt;why do you make it easier to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;i'm empty, i'm crying blood&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning in all my faeces and faces&lt;br /&gt;All my vomit and demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black black heart why would you offer more&lt;br /&gt; Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy&lt;br /&gt; I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core&lt;br /&gt; I'm eating all your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt; All your sex and your diamonds&lt;br /&gt; All your emptiness and your helplessness&lt;br /&gt; All your vomit and your demons&lt;br /&gt; All your complexes and your glamour&lt;br /&gt; All your sex and your diamonds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-632378446865049753?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/632378446865049753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-feb-contorted-black-black-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/632378446865049753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/632378446865049753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-feb-contorted-black-black-heart.html' title='24 Feb - contorted Black Black Heart'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6773893845958171414</id><published>2010-02-06T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:45:40.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Feb - how would a martial artist think?</title><content type='html'>a martial artist's devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, my heart is narrow and my mind is crowded with useless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;is this the way to seek improvement.&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself is this the way of a martial artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say morality and integrity is what distinct a true martial artist from another.&lt;br /&gt;that the embodiment of the lessons goes beyond pure physical honing but in the materialization of one's actions and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;i believe it would definitely not hurt to learn more techniques such that when the need arises, the body is willing and trained.&lt;br /&gt;times are rare, or never.&lt;br /&gt;but to why do martial artists still train?&lt;br /&gt;the never ending improvement.&lt;br /&gt;the gratification in knowing you can probably punch the teeth out of the bugger standing in front of you, but you don't, because you exercise control.&lt;br /&gt;the betterment of the body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body and mind is retarded and uncooperative.&lt;br /&gt;techniques take ages to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;yet why do i still train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is like a highlight reel.&lt;br /&gt;reeling the moves that i would wish to perform to an unstoppable degree.&lt;br /&gt;a close-in clinch, a take-down.&lt;br /&gt;a simple well-crafted well-timed back-hook to the head in the narrowest of angle and space in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;these are all dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body screams.&lt;br /&gt;my knee begs.&lt;br /&gt;my mind dulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the right approach?&lt;br /&gt;the lessons are aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;the finance is limited.&lt;br /&gt;the time is a constraint.&lt;br /&gt;the energy is an issue.&lt;br /&gt;the body is spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would a martial artist do?&lt;br /&gt;is it worth pursuing the life of one even?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6773893845958171414?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6773893845958171414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-feb-how-would-martial-artist-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6773893845958171414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6773893845958171414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-feb-how-would-martial-artist-think.html' title='6 Feb - how would a martial artist think?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5296389131783743786</id><published>2010-01-30T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:01:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Jan</title><content type='html'>the first step begins with accepting what you don't want to recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knee still hurts lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5296389131783743786?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5296389131783743786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-jan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5296389131783743786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5296389131783743786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-jan.html' title='30 Jan'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4738286433139658070</id><published>2010-01-11T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:01:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Jan</title><content type='html'>hate wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why we love proverbs.&lt;br /&gt;awry logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*right knee still hurt slightly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4738286433139658070?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4738286433139658070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4738286433139658070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4738286433139658070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-dec.html' title='10 Jan'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8656776293787163575</id><published>2009-12-27T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:48:03.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Dec</title><content type='html'>getting wasted is so not funny.. ulghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less or no alcohol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8656776293787163575?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8656776293787163575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/27-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8656776293787163575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8656776293787163575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/27-dec.html' title='27 Dec'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8036329365563563495</id><published>2009-12-09T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:23:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm my new year resolution is to say the least amount of "Sorry".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like these images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artwork of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr Phillip Toledano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 496px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.onedigitallife.com/images/phillip-toledano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the album Bankrupt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 812px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 560px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://mrtoledano.com/images/photos/bankrupt/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8036329365563563495?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8036329365563563495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8036329365563563495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8036329365563563495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-dec.html' title='9 Dec'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1325064589427736326</id><published>2009-12-05T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:29:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Dec - 5 Pressure Points To Relieve Body Discomforts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kickstartmartialarts.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pressure-points-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 673px;" src="http://kickstartmartialarts.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pressure-points-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;"&gt;&lt;img name="Clipmarks_ScaleImage" src="http://content3.clipmarks.com/image_cache/zephyr1/512/1361ECB8-DBDF-439E-B958-7D7F06910259.jpg" alt="shoulders" galleryimg="no" onerror="ImageError(this);" width="236" height="249" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; Heavenly Pillar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieves stress, over exhaustion, insomnia, heaviness in the head, eyestrain, stiff necks, swollen eyes, and sore throats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; Heavenly Rejuvenation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieves nervous tension and stiff necks; increases resistance to colds and flu. It is also good for the lungs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;"&gt;&lt;img name="Clipmarks_ScaleImage" src="http://content3.clipmarks.com/image_cache/zephyr1/512/A2C93118-7D0C-4DB1-9162-08FC9E6892AB.jpg" alt="accupressure" galleryimg="no" onerror="ImageError(this);" width="109" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt; Crooked Marsh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieves nervous stomach, anxiety, arm pain, elbow pain, and chest discomfort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt; Inner Gate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieves nausea, anxiety, palpitations, and wrist pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt; Spirit Gate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin: 2px 4px;" size="3" color="#dcdcdc"&gt;&lt;div width="100%" style="padding: 4px; position: relative;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!-- http://odyb.net - /medical-science/5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body-discomforts/ - --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieves emotional imbalances, fear, nervousness, anxiety, and forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/2869BCD9-D7DD-4129-BF67-C77ED764D5BE/"&gt;Clipmarks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.usagojukarate.com/Pressure-Points-Druing.gif" width="576" border="0" height="741" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 class="SubHeader" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:6;color:#fceb03;"&gt;Stop an Attack from Behind with Pressure Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="Article Section"&gt; &lt;div class="Steps Resizable"&gt; &lt;div id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt"&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Image"&gt; &lt;a class="thickbox" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0029_Full.jpg"&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0029_Thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;Place your hand on the elbow of the attacker. Most attacks from behind involve the attacker wrapping an arm around the neck or body. Find the pressure point located one inch above the elbow. Press the points on both sides of the upper arm as if sandwiching the bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt; &lt;div class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;span class="Image"&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0030_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0030_Thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;span class="Image"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;Simultaneously place your other hand on top of the attacker's hand. Wrap your fingers around the meaty part just under the attacker's thumb. Find the pressure point above the webbing between the attacker's thumb and index finger. Press the point from both sides as if sandwiching the meaty part of the attacker's hand. The simultaneous attacks on pressure points in the hand and elbow will stun the attacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt; &lt;div class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Image"&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0035_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0035_Thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;Stomp the pressure point in the instep of the attacker's foot. Drive your heel straight down on the attacker's shoelaces. This will press the point in the middle of the foot and cause great pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt; &lt;div class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;span class="Image"&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0033_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0033_Thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;Throw your head back. By now the attacker is preoccupied with the pain in his elbow, hand and foot. He is most likely leaning forward in an instinctive reaction to protect himself. Attempt to strike the pressure point just beneath the attacker's nose. This will feel like little more than a tap to the back of your head, but will probably break the attacker's nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt; &lt;div class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;span class="Image"&gt;&lt;a class="thickbox" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0036_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4839671/IMG0036_Thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;Step to one side and thrust your elbow straight back. This will put you in line to strike the attacker in the solar plexus. This is the point just below the sternum where your diaphragm helps you breathe. An elbow pressing the point suddenly will knock the air out of any unprepared attacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Step"&gt; &lt;div class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt; Duck under the attacker's arm while you push up on the arm. This should be easy after neutralizing the attacker with five pressure points in the space of a few seconds. Run away as fast as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- Text Article Step (List Item) : END --&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--  clear floats  --&gt; &lt;span style="color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#030300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;All of these pressure point defense techniques should be done in quick succession. The idea is to use the element of surprise to stun the attacker with pressure points. Don't give him time to think about what is happening or to recover. You only have a few seconds to escape. Don't waste them admiring your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.pressthepoint.com/martial_arts_pressure_point.html"&gt;Martial Arts Pressure Points&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1325064589427736326?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1325064589427736326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-dec-5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1325064589427736326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1325064589427736326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-dec-5-pressure-points-to-relieve-body.html' title='5 Dec - 5 Pressure Points To Relieve Body Discomforts'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-873446047792877734</id><published>2009-12-01T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:39:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nov</title><content type='html'>a flitting concept. the butterfly flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comb builds up.&lt;br /&gt;when the bees work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet even the queen bee is sick of sex.&lt;br /&gt;12/7 entertainment is only so entertaining after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worker bees build their comb. protect their comb.&lt;br /&gt;as humans push inexorably for achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-873446047792877734?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/873446047792877734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/873446047792877734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/873446047792877734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-nov.html' title='1 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8848183606329743058</id><published>2009-11-26T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:32:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Nov</title><content type='html'>neurosis occurs when the mind ignore the subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;the subconscious would voice itself through dreams.&lt;br /&gt;and when repeated dreams are ignored - a pit opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed. Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well.  - Mohandas Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinate thought - word - actions, and you'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8848183606329743058?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8848183606329743058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-nov_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8848183606329743058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8848183606329743058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-nov_26.html' title='26 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5565167686990244950</id><published>2009-11-26T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:28:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Nov</title><content type='html'>fuelled by my dreams i run.&lt;br /&gt;i like learning new skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5565167686990244950?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5565167686990244950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5565167686990244950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5565167686990244950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/26-nov.html' title='26 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4374419759198558225</id><published>2009-11-24T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:26:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Nov</title><content type='html'>for boys will always be boys. and the boy will always seek the female butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogs give a sense of freedom. the liberating part lies in publishing one's thoughts without considering twice about backlash. but... but... but... this is only true when the followership is low. the dichotomy lies in that people desire a huge following, but responsiblity, censure, sensationalising follows, which goes against the very initial satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a journalist. coupled with its relevant ethics. the voice of the person. striving to bring every piece of news in its clearest form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobility is often undervalued by society. in other words, the dividends of nobility aren't exactly appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone spend more time on work than interests, Newton may have reduced the sea of infinite possibilities before him to a pond by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too bad, any one came with too much of an emotional baggage. and a pre-conceived attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you care, to stare beyond the apathy, you will find a fresh unharvested heart waiting to embrace the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the apathy has fouled the heart and the pit that's so often deep and the vision so often flawed, has come to be accepted. accepting is removing the desire of guilt, and removing so, allows the blind to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all very much blind and deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with eyes, do you really think you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4374419759198558225?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4374419759198558225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4374419759198558225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4374419759198558225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-nov.html' title='24 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6148193992658985209</id><published>2009-11-21T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:42:39.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Nov</title><content type='html'>for the record, the things you think not, does arise.&lt;br /&gt;coordinate in thought, deed, action, speech, and you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll be saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;feel like clubbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6148193992658985209?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6148193992658985209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/21-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6148193992658985209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6148193992658985209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/21-nov.html' title='21 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7465347620851454318</id><published>2009-11-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:18:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viva Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back where I belong now,&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Feelings unfold, they will never be sold&lt;br /&gt;And the secret's safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3jVYCGTe5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3jVYCGTe5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6998775576971017367-7465347620851454318?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7465347620851454318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-nov_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7465347620851454318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7465347620851454318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-nov_06.html' title='6 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1023414526850632785</id><published>2009-11-06T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:05:18.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Nov</title><content type='html'>"The﻿ light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and you have burned so very, very brightly" - Dr. Eldon Tyrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1023414526850632785?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1023414526850632785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1023414526850632785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1023414526850632785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-nov.html' title='6 Nov'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4937794229062559045</id><published>2009-11-03T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:25:31.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Nov - They don't really care about us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skinhead, deadhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody gone bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situation, speculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody litigation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beat me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bash me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never trash me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kick me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angsty genius&lt;br /&gt;for the record, today's weather is cloudy with spite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mlIqRDHK0vXsZxctext" style="font-size: 11px;" class="secondaryColor"&gt;Skin head, dead head&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation, aggravation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite, on the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dog food&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, shock dead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gone mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat me, hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can never Break me&lt;br /&gt;Will me, thrill me&lt;br /&gt;You can never Kill me&lt;br /&gt;Do (jew) me sue me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody do me&lt;br /&gt;Kick me, strike (kike) me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you black or white me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has become of my life&lt;br /&gt;I have a wife and two children who love me&lt;br /&gt;I am the victim of police brutality, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate&lt;br /&gt;Your rapin' me of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Oh for God's sake&lt;br /&gt;I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead, deadhead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Trepidation, speculation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite, on the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dog food&lt;br /&gt;Black man, black mail&lt;br /&gt;Throw your brother in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has become of my rights&lt;br /&gt;Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Your proclamation promised me free liberty, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame&lt;br /&gt;They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is the land from which I came&lt;br /&gt;You know I really do hate to say it&lt;br /&gt;The government don't wanna see&lt;br /&gt;But if Roosevelt was livin'&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't let this be, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinhead, deadhead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation, speculation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody litigation&lt;br /&gt;Beat me, bash me&lt;br /&gt;You can never trash me&lt;br /&gt;Hit me, kick me&lt;br /&gt;You can never get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life they just don't wanna see&lt;br /&gt;But if Martin Luther was livin'&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't let this be, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin head, dead head&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Situation, segregation&lt;br /&gt;Everybody allegation&lt;br /&gt;In the suite, on the news&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dog food&lt;br /&gt;Kick me, strike (kike) me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wrong or right me&lt;br /&gt;(They keep me on fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;(They keep me on fire)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;(I'm there to remind you)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________$$$&lt;br /&gt;____________________$$$$___$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__________________$$$$$$$_$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_____$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$&lt;br /&gt;____$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;___$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$_$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__$$$$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$_$$$&lt;br /&gt;__$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$___________$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$$$_$$$$$$$$$$$___________$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$_$$_$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_$$$$$$___$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_$$$$$$$$___$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$_$$$$$$$$___$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$$_$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$_$$$$$$$$$_$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$ __$$$$$$$$_$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$ __$$$$$$$$$__$&lt;br /&gt;$_$_$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$_$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$$__$$$$$__$$_$$$$$$$_$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$_$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$__$$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$__________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$______________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_______________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_______________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$__$$$$$$$$$$$$$____$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$__$$_$$________$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$_$$_____________$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$_$$______________$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;___$$________________$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;_$$$$________________$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;__$$$_________________$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$_____________________$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________________$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________________$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________________$$$$$$$$$__$&lt;br /&gt;$___________________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;$____________________$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4937794229062559045?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4937794229062559045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4937794229062559045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4937794229062559045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='3 Nov - They don&apos;t really care about us.'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4908248101861602382</id><published>2009-10-31T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:15:00.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Oct - Halloween Run</title><content type='html'>the faint visions of the girl struck&lt;br /&gt;a goring pain in the heart stuck&lt;br /&gt;knowing no way can she park&lt;br /&gt;yet it makes me think i really suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silly Really - Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;born to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4908248101861602382?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4908248101861602382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/31-oct-halloween-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4908248101861602382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4908248101861602382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/31-oct-halloween-run.html' title='31 Oct - Halloween Run'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2267616759916011500</id><published>2009-10-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:28:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;Action expresses priorities.&lt;/span&gt; - Mohandas Gandhi&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/mohandasga120119.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2267616759916011500?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2267616759916011500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/24-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2267616759916011500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2267616759916011500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/24-oct.html' title='24 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2258335122339717347</id><published>2009-10-22T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:18:54.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You give love a bad name - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angels smile is what you sell&lt;br /&gt;You promise me heaven, then put me through hell&lt;br /&gt;Chains of love got a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;When passions a prison, you cant break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And youre to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I play my part and you play your game&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your smile on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Blood red nails on your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;A school boys dream, you act so shy&lt;br /&gt;Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one can save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The damage is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2258335122339717347?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2258335122339717347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/22-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2258335122339717347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2258335122339717347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/22-oct.html' title='22 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1998619413310631682</id><published>2009-10-17T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:02:15.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have A Nice Day - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, if there's one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} h1 	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	margin-right:0in; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:24.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h1 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;På promenad genom stan - Per Gessle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-style: italic;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you wanna be my baby - Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1998619413310631682?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1998619413310631682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/17-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1998619413310631682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1998619413310631682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/17-oct.html' title='17 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-794416103061282222</id><published>2009-10-14T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:38:58.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39joRdi0LOo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday i'll be Saturday Night - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my name is jim, where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;My lifes a bargain basement, all the good shits gone&lt;br /&gt;I just cant hold a job, where do I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im sleeping in my car, my dreams move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_6CKvl_9BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Wild Night - Bon Jovi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-794416103061282222?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/794416103061282222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/794416103061282222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/794416103061282222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-oct.html' title='14 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-386415248078547244</id><published>2009-10-12T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:40:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knockin' On Every Door - Roxette (Per Gessle!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px; font-style: italic;" id="current-song"&gt;I Know There's Something Going On - Frida&lt;br /&gt;Kids in America - Kim Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px;" id="current-song"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're My Heart, You're My Soul '98 - Modern Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'll Be Saturday Night - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-386415248078547244?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/386415248078547244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/386415248078547244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/386415248078547244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/12.html' title='12 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7538123244379242678</id><published>2009-10-09T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:48:52.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Oct</title><content type='html'>Its official. BON JOVI ROCKS MY SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alternative-Soft Rock to Livin' On a Prayer] Prayer '94 - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runaway - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's My Life - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Wild Night - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'll Be Saturday Night - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'll Be Saturday Night - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tuesday just might go my way&lt;br /&gt;It can't get worse than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays, Fridays ain't been kind&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, man I'm alive I'm takin' each day and night at a time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm down, but I know I'll get by&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey, man gotta live my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pick up all the pieces and what's left of my pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' like a Monday, but someday I'll be Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Here we go&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll be Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on my feet, I'll be doin' alright&lt;br /&gt;It may not be tomorrow baby, that's OK&lt;br /&gt;I ain't goin' down, gonna find a way, hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart and you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' you give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runaway - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives&lt;br /&gt;Theyre made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;All your life all youve asked whens your daddy gonna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You were living in another world tryin to get your message through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one heard a single word you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They should have seen it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was going around your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time&lt;br /&gt;So you sit home alone cause theres nothing left that you can do&lt;br /&gt;Theres only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon broadway signs&lt;br /&gt;She dont really mind, its only love she hoped to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7538123244379242678?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7538123244379242678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7538123244379242678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7538123244379242678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-oct.html' title='9 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2189913533686940195</id><published>2009-10-08T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:14:25.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tale a look around - Limp Bizkit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for loving me - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Island in the sun - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Runaway - Avril Lavinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life goes on -&lt;/span&gt;LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2189913533686940195?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2189913533686940195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2189913533686940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2189913533686940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-oct.html' title='8 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6963711006687546224</id><published>2009-10-07T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:26:46.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Oct - free and affirmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="description"&gt;Här Kommer Alla Känslorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you still having fun - Eagle Eye Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV695wSPFcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV695wSPFcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2prS4VBrlWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2prS4VBrlWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow comes to take me away&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i - that i could stay&lt;br /&gt;but girl you know i've got to go [ohh ]&lt;br /&gt;and Lord i wish it wasn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i have confidence in my abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6963711006687546224?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6963711006687546224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-oct-free-and-affirmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6963711006687546224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6963711006687546224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-oct-free-and-affirmed.html' title='7 Oct - free and affirmed'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3956225464416479682</id><published>2009-10-07T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:02:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Oct</title><content type='html'>Surf Wax America - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Anything but ordinary - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px;" id="current-song"&gt;(GREAT) The Great London Traffic Warden - &lt;/span&gt;Morcheeba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitaro&lt;br /&gt;Back Water - Brian Eno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike people who conveniently disrespect privacy, and take it as a god given right.&lt;br /&gt;What you want is often not what you get.&lt;br /&gt;Needs to do Ops fast!&lt;br /&gt;Clears as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Having a little extra time helps to relieve things a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to take on a more easy-less pressed up life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3956225464416479682?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3956225464416479682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3956225464416479682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3956225464416479682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-oct.html' title='7 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1440467421429972165</id><published>2009-10-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:35:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why go</title><content type='html'>Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1440467421429972165?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1440467421429972165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1440467421429972165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1440467421429972165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-go.html' title='why go'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-672445958998705564</id><published>2009-10-05T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:31:00.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Can't Fight The Moonlight - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EV695wSPFcI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Här Kommer Alla Känslorna - Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="header"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Här Kommer Alla Känslorna &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jag borde ha förstått nåt när du tittade bort&lt;br /&gt;Att allting har ett slut&lt;br /&gt;Att allt det vackra är kort&lt;br /&gt;Nu sitter jag och fryser på en regnig perrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Och här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;Och här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi möttes mitt i vintern när mitt hjärta var tömt&lt;br /&gt;Jag placerade dig i drömmen som jag borde ha glömt&lt;br /&gt;Nu faller den från himlen som en trasig ballong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Och här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;Och här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag sitter ensam kvar och hör varje tåg&lt;br /&gt;Vissla hallå ifrån ett ringlande spår&lt;br /&gt;Var är du?&lt;br /&gt;Man kan undra när timmarna går&lt;br /&gt;Du borde sett hur underbart jag mår&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag ska bygga mig en båt och segla tills det blir vår&lt;br /&gt;Jag ska försöka att förtränga doften av ditt hår&lt;br /&gt;Jag ska skrika så det hörs igenom all grå betong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;För här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;Här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag sitter ensam kvar och hör varje tåg&lt;br /&gt;Vissla hallå ifrån ett evigt spår&lt;br /&gt;Men det är slut&lt;br /&gt;Det är dags att slå en knut&lt;br /&gt;Öppna grinden för nu går jag ut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;Här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swedish - English translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have understood something when you looked away&lt;br /&gt;That everything has an end&lt;br /&gt;That everything is pretty short&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit and freeze on a rainy platform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;And here comes all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the middle of winter when my heart was emptied&lt;br /&gt;I placed you in a dream that I should have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Now it falls from the sky like a broken balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;And here comes all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit all alone and hear every train&lt;br /&gt;Whistle hello from a winding track&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;One wonders when the hours are&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen how wonderful I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll build me a boat and sail until it becomes our&lt;br /&gt;I will try to suppress the smell of your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream so it is heard through all gray concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit all alone and hear every train&lt;br /&gt;Whistle hello from an eternal track&lt;br /&gt;But it is the end&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a knot&lt;br /&gt;Open the gate for now I go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Här kommer alla känslorna på en och samma gång&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here are all the emotions at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-672445958998705564?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/672445958998705564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/672445958998705564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/672445958998705564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-oct.html' title='5 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1283490595280668395</id><published>2009-10-04T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:33:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>William Shakespeare's As You Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="header"&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;h1 id="blog-title"&gt;       All the world's a stage,     &lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;p id="description"&gt;And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="description"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players;&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;&lt;br /&gt;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress' brow. Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion;&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" id="description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;— Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1283490595280668395?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1283490595280668395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/william-shakespeares-as-you-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1283490595280668395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1283490595280668395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/william-shakespeares-as-you-like-it.html' title='William Shakespeare&apos;s As You Like It'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-9116398170965107152</id><published>2009-10-04T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:12:01.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gonna Miss This - Trace Adkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you don't get makes your yearn for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's sad that what humans can't understand, humans chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a missed opportunity is archived. they should not be brought up and talk about unless necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-9116398170965107152?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/9116398170965107152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9116398170965107152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9116398170965107152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-oct.html' title='4 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6812774742904452319</id><published>2009-10-03T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:41:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.O.S. - Agnetha Fältskog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px; font-style: italic;" id="current-song"&gt;Je marche seul - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jean-Jacques Goldman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please no disaster please.&lt;br /&gt;Golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6812774742904452319?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6812774742904452319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-oct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6812774742904452319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6812774742904452319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-oct.html' title='3 Oct'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1394507587448047626</id><published>2009-10-01T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:44:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this imply service draws boys away from childhood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SsQldkE5WSI/AAAAAAAAADE/anepkUfRtA4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SsQldkE5WSI/AAAAAAAAADE/anepkUfRtA4/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387472244072601890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;MS Sans Serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1394507587448047626?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1394507587448047626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-this-imply-service-draws-boys-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1394507587448047626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1394507587448047626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-this-imply-service-draws-boys-away.html' title='Does this imply service draws boys away from childhood?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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/_S8IUoteryDI/SsQldkE5WSI/AAAAAAAAADE/anepkUfRtA4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998775576971017367.post-452566961315668456</id><published>2009-09-30T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:30:55.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debt</title><content type='html'>no one owes you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you do people favours, people may not even reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-452566961315668456?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/452566961315668456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/debt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/452566961315668456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/452566961315668456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/debt.html' title='debt'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2662004331709396910</id><published>2009-09-30T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:13:42.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Sep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia- ABBA&lt;br /&gt;On a night like this - Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;To the moon and back - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px;" id="current-song"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lena Philipsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faithful - Go West&lt;br /&gt;Those simple things - Right said Fred&lt;br /&gt;POP - Nsync&lt;br /&gt;Sinfoni Deo - Era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0px; font-style: italic;" id="current-song"&gt;Om Du Bara Vill - Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincere things endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2662004331709396910?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2662004331709396910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-sep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2662004331709396910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2662004331709396910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-sep.html' title='30 Sep'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-410339109182851589</id><published>2009-09-30T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:53:27.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia Jung - JE T'AIME MON AMOUR</title><content type='html'>a song with feel.&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JE T'AIME MON AMOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verliebt ist,wenn man trotzdem weint&lt;br /&gt;Das kommt bestimmt vom glücklich sein&lt;br /&gt;Ich geb'mich ganz in deine Hand&lt;br /&gt;Das Herz ist stärker als Verstand&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime mon amour&lt;br /&gt;Ich küsse Dir die Augen zu&lt;br /&gt;Alles was ich jetzt brauch,bist immer nur du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wieviele Stunden hat die Nacht&lt;br /&gt;Wenn meine Zärtlichkeit erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Spür'wie die Wärme deiner Haut&lt;br /&gt;Das Eis in meiner Seele taut&lt;br /&gt;Wieviele Stunden hat die Nacht&lt;br /&gt;Wenn dein Gefühl mich hilflos macht&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt für uns nur Liebe pur&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir je t'aime mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bist mir ganz nah im Kerzenlicht&lt;br /&gt;Und deine Augen streicheln mich&lt;br /&gt;Ich lieg'in deinem Arm und sag'&lt;br /&gt;was ich sonst nur zu denken wag'&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wieviele Stunden hat die Nacht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;German Google Translate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Love is when you still weeps&lt;br /&gt;This is determined by be happy&lt;br /&gt;I geb'mich  entirely in your hands&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger than intellect&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime  mon amour&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I need now, you're always you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How  many hours are there in the night&lt;br /&gt;When waking my affection&lt;br /&gt;Spür'wie the  warmth of your skin&lt;br /&gt;The ice thaws in my soul&lt;br /&gt;How many hours are there in  the night&lt;br /&gt;If your feeling helpless makes&lt;br /&gt;For us there is only pure love&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir je t'aime mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are very close to me in the candlelight&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes caress me&lt;br /&gt;I lieg'in your arm and tell&lt;br /&gt;I only dare to  think otherwise '&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours are there in  the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human beings have a thirst to understand things that they don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-410339109182851589?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/410339109182851589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/claudia-jung-je-taime-mon-amour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/410339109182851589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/410339109182851589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/claudia-jung-je-taime-mon-amour.html' title='Claudia Jung - JE T&apos;AIME MON AMOUR'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5489767508403676694</id><published>2009-09-28T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:59:53.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>born to run</title><content type='html'>today's run was okay.&lt;br /&gt;found a new running route.&lt;br /&gt;realized i can run to east coast park from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much slower though. it could be the 2 months lull of not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind can hardly be stimulated now. and feel really excited.&lt;br /&gt;is this a result of growing up?&lt;br /&gt;if so, i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;this is part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5489767508403676694?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5489767508403676694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/born-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5489767508403676694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5489767508403676694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/born-to-run.html' title='born to run'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3752555618822228138</id><published>2009-09-28T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:57:08.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a burning heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flaming heart flaming heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a drama.&lt;br /&gt;the last episode is really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Burning Flame III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great great drama to watch.&lt;br /&gt;draggy and exhausting love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;the ladies Aimee Chan 容少意 (Easy) , Rachel Kan 何懿徵 (June Ho) , Elaine Yiu 卓敏 (Cheuk Man) are pretty with well-developed characters.&lt;br /&gt;thought shing 鍾有成 (阿牛) would really die as with the preceding two series.&lt;br /&gt;brave fireman. failed relationship. obstinate as an ox. thrown into coma. lost a leg. amputated. haunted by death visions. and yet still had the tenacity to overcome things and bounce back from life, no matter how much he wanted to give up and probably would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3674/36733_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 165px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3674/36733_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 165px;" src="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really have much alike with his character. though would not have like those bad attributes. i'm indeed stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;plus he had a pretty girlfriend in the end, 何懿徵 (June) . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b.tvb.com/drama/files/2009/08/e78388e781abe99b84e5bf83iii_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 237px;" src="http://b.tvb.com/drama/files/2009/08/e78388e781abe99b84e5bf83iii_0195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 188px;" src="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hard driving, bull-dozing hardworker mould is what i used to pride myself on, and hoped to make it my mould for the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;coupled with 卓柏宇 (Rex)'s fun-loving style, clean-cut and refreshing dress sense, loyalty to friends, high-flying achiever mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3670/36700_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 168px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3670/36700_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3666/36654_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 167px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3666/36654_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3667/36662_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 178px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3667/36662_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3657/36568_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 172px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3657/36568_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3666/36657_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 164px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3666/36657_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3673/36729_512_288_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 188px;" src="http://img.tvb.com/dams/2/3673/36729_512_288_3_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't do anything if it isn't fun. dress practically yet gentlemanly. work hard and aim for the achievement while playing by the ear and learning to take obstacles, navigating past unhappiness, living the life of the "superior" person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a guy can dream.&lt;br /&gt;however it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;out of difficulties grow miracles.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/25fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 640px;" src="http://202.85.162.230/images/next-photos/SuddenWeekly/729/640pixfolder/A729-039/25fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos courtesy of TVB.&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/6998775576971017367-3752555618822228138?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3752555618822228138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/burning-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3752555618822228138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3752555618822228138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/burning-heart.html' title='a burning heart'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5696334547801912426</id><published>2009-09-24T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:26:21.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off technique</title><content type='html'>my technique is still off.&lt;br /&gt;think every individual have their own brand of turning kick. but the starting point is all similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to practice and find my own niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ops tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;somehow working isn't that fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my pact with myself, to make life as fun as ever seems to be falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5696334547801912426?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5696334547801912426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-technique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5696334547801912426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5696334547801912426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-technique.html' title='off technique'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6907272259992098157</id><published>2009-09-23T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:26:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flawed</title><content type='html'>its how you react when you know your flaws that forms your character.&lt;br /&gt;knowing and not changing not alleviating it is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lacked speed.&lt;br /&gt;i have a slow reaction.&lt;br /&gt;i take some time to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;its difficult to sustain my attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6907272259992098157?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6907272259992098157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/flawed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6907272259992098157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6907272259992098157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/flawed.html' title='flawed'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7432862284712651035</id><published>2009-09-23T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:19:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the brain runs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.up.ac.za/sitefiles/Image/5573/5421/taekwondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 308px;" src="http://web.up.ac.za/sitefiles/Image/5573/5421/taekwondo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this cool guy is not me by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about martial arts is not something you pick up, learn and forget.&lt;br /&gt;its for life.&lt;br /&gt;and through it, through the silent honing of the techniques, one learn more about oneself.&lt;br /&gt;and learn to respect myself more, through the repeated honed execution of technique.&lt;br /&gt;a journey of self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;its also a journey of realization, and learning about one's responses when in a particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;when a guy charges at you, do you stand and get hit.&lt;br /&gt;or do you retreat.&lt;br /&gt;or do you slide away and counter.&lt;br /&gt;do you despair after getting hit?&lt;br /&gt;or do you rebound from each hit, and learn to embrace life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember, life is precious so stand up with more strength after you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Burning Flame Season 2 Synopsis Musing&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking shots may be necessary. but it should not be passive.&lt;br /&gt;the supporting leg needs to be less slothy. (sounds like slutty)&lt;br /&gt;and the body needs to react with equal sharpness vigour and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like life. taking shots may be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;but it should not be passive. like getting tank-loaded with assignments.&lt;br /&gt;two things are important. learning not to compromise oneself and be gracious and open/accommodating at the same time. craving a retreat path/backing for oneself if things blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really much like martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;finding the "complementariness" and not just going on a one-way loading of information is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;there's after all so much a sensei, a teacher can load into you. the effort, the desire to improve comes from the student.&lt;br /&gt;自古以来 this has been the case, 自今也不会变。&lt;br /&gt;be humble. learn. as in really learn. effort. and i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;we meet teachers at every point of our life. its how we internalize the different teachings that define our character.&lt;/blockquote&gt;we meet difficulties in our daily life. it is our response that says a lot about our character. it is how we choose to cope with it at that moment. or if the moment has passed, and it was unsatisfactorily handled, how we pull out the stops to overcome it, such that it doesn't become a habitual haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more stupid in  this world than making the same mistake twice. (stubborn as i may be, i am not stupid.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7432862284712651035?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7432862284712651035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-runs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7432862284712651035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7432862284712651035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-runs.html' title='the brain runs'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3223177391314073403</id><published>2009-09-23T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:49:32.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acknowledging</title><content type='html'>i don't think it is a problem of not knowing the technique.&lt;br /&gt;it is a problem of enforcing myself to execute the right technique every single time.&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy it at the same time. - the challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i be, if i persist in my stubborn-playful-anyhow-self indulgent-mood&lt;br /&gt;there would be no improvement.&lt;br /&gt;time to pull out all stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna try the enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility is a big issue for me now.&lt;br /&gt;making and amassing money is one big issue too.&lt;br /&gt;my hand  hurts~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3223177391314073403?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3223177391314073403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/acknowledging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3223177391314073403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3223177391314073403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/acknowledging.html' title='acknowledging'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5257591412148777718</id><published>2009-09-21T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:02:42.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you care to sit with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For a cup of English tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like to sit with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For a cup of English tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they are worlds apart in meaning. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5257591412148777718?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5257591412148777718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5257591412148777718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5257591412148777718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-tea.html' title='english tea'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5111966059540980478</id><published>2009-09-20T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:26:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a summer song</title><content type='html'>after all, i am still a little boy at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Jeremy - A summer song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that all good things must end someday&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves must fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to kick. aim: practice each technique acutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5111966059540980478?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5111966059540980478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5111966059540980478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5111966059540980478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-song.html' title='a summer song'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5255666279397959856</id><published>2009-09-20T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:43:58.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Tea'/><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm not a saint.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Tea - Sir Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you care to sit with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For a cup of English tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a pleasure it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting so delightfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles of miles of English garden&lt;br /&gt;Stretching past the willow tree&lt;br /&gt;Lines of hollyhocks and roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Listen most attentively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule the church bells chime&lt;br /&gt;When it's almost supper time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5255666279397959856?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5255666279397959856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5255666279397959856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5255666279397959856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5102304873864692642</id><published>2009-09-20T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:11:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my idea of a fun-packed day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a reasonably fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to relax, let loose. release the two clenched fists that i think i always hold. (seriousness)&lt;br /&gt;I know that i am capable of having good fun. but when the time comes fun seems to evade me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it has been reasonably fun. caught up with quite a few good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set off for Escape theme park. great drift. great bang. cold. bad weather. bad VIKING pirate ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated a dear friend's birthday at a buddy's house. pleasant surprise. great soulcalibur action. great 1-round mahjong. enjoyed it. wished to chat more with the girl in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball! great setpiece. thank you weiqing. made a few good baskets. pulled my left leg. injured AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinatown.. midautumn festival lightup! saw some performance. felt the atmosphere. we saw the dance performance by bedok south sec sch again! the veiled energetic dance piece. made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarke quake. bumped around. slided into a retro pub. mocktails. like the feeling. good atmosphere. great live retro songs. good bartending. good music spun. great soccer. arsenal wigan 4 - 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's pubbing without girls? found that despite really wanting to have fun and letting loose, i am still not loose. i didn't hit on girls. didn't have the confidence in the end. (eugene is probably  right, i asked him would i succeed in hitting on girls. he said, "depends on your net. the wider net you cast ..., and depends on how desperate you are." think he was implying that everyone can get one but at the end of the day it just depends on the quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do think ladies are sophisticated. that each and every is a tough rocher. beautiful and sweet to taste. but tough nut to crack in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i just thought the lady in pink is hot. just the right uninhibition. just the right smile. just the right confidence to stand out. just the right glances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe (i do think too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;maybe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5102304873864692642?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5102304873864692642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-idea-of-fun-packed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5102304873864692642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5102304873864692642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-idea-of-fun-packed-day.html' title='my idea of a fun-packed day'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-9112610267074312201</id><published>2009-09-18T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:28:37.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game is the life</title><content type='html'>let loose. different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;time to let the strain loose. and the game sink in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know the problems. know what i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i am not doing it. that's why i get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;time to move to change the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;let the strain loose. and the game sink in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;if its not fun, don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayak.&lt;br /&gt;man and boat as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;legs not as an extension.&lt;br /&gt;body not as an obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;but as an entity.&lt;br /&gt;swift in attack. swift in defence.&lt;br /&gt;with a spring in step, and react.&lt;br /&gt;swift and decisive. (armour)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-9112610267074312201?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/9112610267074312201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9112610267074312201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9112610267074312201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-is-life.html' title='the game is the life'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5452449810532964860</id><published>2009-09-18T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:16:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A runner's dope</title><content type='html'>Running is my dope.&lt;br /&gt;But i had steered away from my passion for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;its time to plucker up the mizuno running shoes  and be free.&lt;br /&gt;NEW BALANCE RUN X-TRAIL RUN coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKE HUMAN RACE =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN FOR HOPE maybe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we will born to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not force, what is forced.&lt;br /&gt;let go, and give breathing space, life's short, why give each other hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when clenched, you get two fists.&lt;br /&gt;but if you relax, you can grasp anything in this world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5452449810532964860?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5452449810532964860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/runners-dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5452449810532964860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5452449810532964860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/runners-dope.html' title='A runner&apos;s dope'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2899579643370355558</id><published>2009-09-18T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:12:36.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>草莓牛奶糖</title><content type='html'>i'm addicted to this 儿童歌曲：草莓牛奶糖&lt;br /&gt;remembered i heard it on a children's show before, and the tune and purity of the song enraptured me since.&lt;br /&gt;and i just heard it on capital95.8 and i was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;but can't seem to find it anywhere online..&lt;br /&gt;man, fine fine song. if you know.. please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2899579643370355558?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2899579643370355558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2899579643370355558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2899579643370355558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='草莓牛奶糖'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6335443313956763239</id><published>2009-09-17T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:41:07.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouting</title><content type='html'>something that i have been always curious about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "orange peel" texture of your skin, these "popply" bumps are caused by your mentalis muscle. Your pouting muscle. -Chuck Palaniuk, Diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6335443313956763239?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6335443313956763239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/pouting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6335443313956763239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6335443313956763239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/09/pouting.html' title='Pouting'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6233721173499168020</id><published>2009-08-21T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:40:51.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-running</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder if parkour is just &lt;blockquote&gt;running on an &lt;blockquote&gt;adrenaline high.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The feeling of abandonment&lt;br /&gt;The ability to free-run not because you can.&lt;br /&gt;Leap over places. Jump over seemingly high railings.&lt;br /&gt;Not because its rehearsed.&lt;br /&gt;But the body just wants to run when its feeding on adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indomitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6233721173499168020?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6233721173499168020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6233721173499168020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6233721173499168020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-running.html' title='Free-running'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-579688175450240036</id><published>2009-08-21T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:36:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running the R-Cube run</title><content type='html'>Supposedly Competitive run.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't push as hard as i would have like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Venue: 10 Aug, Pasir Ris Park&lt;br /&gt;Time Taken: 11 min 38 s 50 ss&lt;br /&gt;Approx. Distance: 3km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarks:&lt;br /&gt;Been rusty.&lt;br /&gt;But still content with a run below the target i set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to run faster. Gasoline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-579688175450240036?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/579688175450240036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-r-cube-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/579688175450240036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/579688175450240036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-r-cube-run.html' title='Running the R-Cube run'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5265420588605146740</id><published>2009-08-08T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:51:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS ON FIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Dreams are running so fast, as if they are on fire.. should i stay grounded and risk losing dreams or risk losing possibility of it not materializing at all? such a DILEMMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE FIGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE DRUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE DRIVER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE COMMUNITY VOLUNTEER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE DANCER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE WRITER.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE CURRENT AFFAIRS ANALYST.&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE CASH COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE WANNABE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i don' run out of steam.. do what's necessary. and not be fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to hold on,&lt;br /&gt;to what we got,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if we make it or not&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to hold on,&lt;br /&gt;READY OR NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You live for the fight when its all that you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really life's a fight.&lt;br /&gt;and we got to live for it like its all that we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrest the sloth!! sirens please!!&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Jon Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5265420588605146740?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5265420588605146740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5265420588605146740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5265420588605146740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-on-fire.html' title='DREAMS ON FIRE'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5636694328534294550</id><published>2009-08-06T12:55:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:12:23.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends with benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casual relationship'/><title type='text'>For the fun of it</title><content type='html'>Considering an open relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;open relationship&lt;/strong&gt; is a relationship in which the participants are free to have emotional, spiritual and/or physical relationships with other partners. If the couple making this agreement are married, it is an open marriage. Open relationships are often confused for &lt;a class="new" title="Partnered non-monogamy (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Partnered_non-monogamy&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;partnered non-monogamy&lt;/a&gt; in which only multiple sexual relationships are arranged with other partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_relationship"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;casual relationship&lt;/strong&gt; is a physical and emotional relationship between two people who may have a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sexual relationship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_relationship"&gt;sexual relationship&lt;/a&gt; or a near-sexual relationship without necessarily demanding or expecting a more formal romantic relationship as a goal. ... Related terms are &lt;strong&gt;friends with benefits&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casual_relationship"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casual_relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a wonder while many have turn to an open relationship.&lt;br /&gt;the concept of being involved in a relationship yet not being anchored responsibilities-wise is an enticing concept for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just wanna have fun and not force each other to commit yeah? its just a part-time effort on each party. or no effort at all. just call each other out when you would like a date. accompany-sake. &lt;blockquote&gt;sex or no, fun's the calling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;in fact sex isn't even an important ingredient. its for the company, for the relationship experience, for the fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the casualness and deconstruction of traditional belief of what a relationship - commitment may be appalling to some. but face it, its very functional and feasible for this age of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sex educator" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_relationship"&gt;sex educator&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Tristan Taormino" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_relationship"&gt;Tristan Taormino&lt;/a&gt; is also an advocate of open relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ruling out long-time commitment, commit only if you want to. we want democracy, we want freedom. this is it. it maybe miscontrued. or even less morally sound. it is even less congruent with "traditional society's standards". but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a game. Just as J-Drama fans would have remembered from Takuya Kimura in Pride, its really just a game. Why not? &lt;blockquote&gt;"its just a game"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5636694328534294550?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5636694328534294550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-fun-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5636694328534294550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5636694328534294550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-fun-of-it.html' title='For the fun of it'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1593030815511740866</id><published>2009-07-21T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:37:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Malaysia, Are you Chinese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Malaysia, the question is finally asked: Are you Chinese?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Shuzheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More than anybody else, the former premier Mahathir Mohamad must bear responsibility for this racism, promoted in his pseudo social commentary, &lt;em&gt;The Malay Dilemma&lt;/em&gt; where he virtually invented Malay grievances and directed them to the Chinese as the primary cause. This is racism par excellence because it mirrors the way Nazism pinned the problems of the entire German nation on the Jews.&lt;/p&gt;http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/24636/84/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followup commentary soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1593030815511740866?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1593030815511740866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-malaysia-are-you-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1593030815511740866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1593030815511740866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-malaysia-are-you-chinese.html' title='In Malaysia, Are you Chinese?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8299374991411524545</id><published>2009-06-21T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:03:11.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><title type='text'>Discover the world</title><content type='html'>Discover the world starts with small baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;Spark off the Discover Singapore movement.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Culture.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by discovering and examining the cultures of the races in Singapore. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Malay&lt;br /&gt;Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Defence Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Stamps&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Arts&lt;br /&gt;War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out and enjoy life. I'll try to provide scans of reports done of each visit. =)&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8299374991411524545?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8299374991411524545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/discover-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8299374991411524545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8299374991411524545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/discover-world.html' title='Discover the world'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7065513750215151704</id><published>2009-06-08T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:27:57.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unyouthful youths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inaction and youths'/><title type='text'>Inaction and our youths</title><content type='html'>To think or not to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/chronicle/opinion/vol15no10/p3.html"&gt;http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/chronicle/opinion/vol15no10/p3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Nanyang Chronicle: Vol. 15  no. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. I personally observed and found it to be disheartening that i rarely find individuals talking "aggressively" about their passions, championing causes and doing things they lack. Things that they often cite are excuses, army lah where got time, study lah where got time, exams coming lah where got time, lazy lah where got time (oops its lazy lah whr . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But conversations nowadays seem to centre more around work and studies. When we are already clocking like what, 9 hours a day?  Maybe this is true, what the author Nabilah Bte Syed Sultan wrote &lt;blockquote&gt;if you are more comfortable with the person you are conversing with, you are more likely to open up and speak about issues other than school. Conversation topics differ, however, when you are with acquaintances or with, to put it crudely, “friends for convenience”.&lt;/blockquote&gt;But even close friends seem to mumble about work or studies now. &lt;blockquote&gt;Has life gotten boring?&lt;br /&gt;Or have our youths forgotten about listening to their passions? Their dreams? Have they forgotten to take their ROADTRIP to discover the world? (courtesy of reading Roadtrip Nation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Disillusioned, uncertain and wrapped by retarded layers of spoonfeeding for years, i fear that our youths are getting consumed by inaction. Already defence of their own passions seem to be taking on a losing battle over their conversations as the article would have proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy. Inaction is a tempting consuming hand. But this is your own life.&lt;br /&gt;This is your own run. You run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As Howard White, Vice Director of NIKE says, take the same passion you display when you head to the basketball courts (if you love basketball, i do so i can relate easily) as you would to life, if you love life and want to do well in it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Its your life. Its your fight. Its your run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7065513750215151704?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7065513750215151704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/inaction-and-our-youths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7065513750215151704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7065513750215151704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/inaction-and-our-youths.html' title='Inaction and our youths'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2705611298365655461</id><published>2009-06-08T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:07:29.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meritocratic'/><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest, not the locals</title><content type='html'>Survival of the Fittest, not the locals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/chronicle/opinion/vol15no10/p4.html"&gt;http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/chronicle/opinion/vol15no10/p4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Digital Nanyang Chronicle: Vol. 15 No. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Darwinian's theory has proven, it truly is the survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being perturbed by the overwhelming surge in foreigners (observe that a MRT cabin holds 60 % foreigners), it truly is survival of the fittest. Now what comes into question, is a realist attitude of efficiency, cost, attitudes of workers rather than race, nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that, the government is not able to turn a blind eye to civilians' woes at unemployment of unsatisfactory employment (its bad for the polls if they do adopt the realist way of thinking), but there really is a limit to what they can do. Protect the locals and what? Lose everything Singapore has build since birth? Do not forget that Singapore is a village grounded in cosmopolitan roots from the times of our forefathers.  &lt;blockquote&gt;Much as it disheartens me to say this, it is the truth, perform or pack up. Eat or get eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Survival of the fittest, not the locals&lt;br /&gt;Do not blame the government for not doing their part to reserve university places or jobs for you. Examine yourself if you have work hard enough to deserve that job. Work till the job needs you more than you need it. That's the modern day job security. Its not your years of service or your nationality that counts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say, that it is easy for me to say this because i am detached. But this is essentially the truth. The reality hurts. Hurts me too. Golden ricebowls are getting increasingly invisible nowadays. But then again, Singapore has always used the meritocratic approach. &lt;blockquote&gt;Does making a discount this time by disregarding meritocratic  roots and making a concession for locals really help? As a passionate community-conscious individual i hope so, but history has taught me otherwise.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but true&lt;br /&gt;Its Survival of the fittest, not the locals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2705611298365655461?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2705611298365655461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/survival-of-fittest-not-locals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2705611298365655461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2705611298365655461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/survival-of-fittest-not-locals.html' title='Survival of the Fittest, not the locals'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8323837275832192945</id><published>2009-06-08T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:54:15.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running in the Evening</title><content type='html'>48 minutes run.&lt;br /&gt;Start: 6 00 pm&lt;br /&gt;End: 6: 47: 59: 65&lt;br /&gt;Distance (approx)  : 6 km&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8323837275832192945?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8323837275832192945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-in-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8323837275832192945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8323837275832192945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-in-evening.html' title='Running in the Evening'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2926129950794931492</id><published>2009-06-06T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:05:38.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Jogging at night</title><content type='html'>Feeling lethargic after not running for a week, i embark on my "religious" routine of donning my saucony "fbt-like" shorts and singlet, tying my shoe laces and jog out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at 7 02. And reminded myself to not succumb to the temptation of breaking out into a high-tempo run. Jog, jog jog was my motive today. Nothing but a slow relaxing constant pacing jog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, i tried to put a new learning into action today. At the library earlier, i had chanced upon a quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't pack a lot. You never need as much as you bring. Live life simply so you can pick up and move onto your next adventure."&lt;/blockquote&gt;All my life, i realized i have been packing way too much. Whether it be literally, into my bags. Be it school bags, outing, field pack, i have been packing way too much. Mentally, i have been packing too much too. Worrying about things that are unnecessary. That has caused me to develop an anxiety problem. A result of packing way too much mentally unnecessarily. My focus has been wrong all along.Worrying about the wrong things. Pre-occupying myself with irrelevant retarded thoughts. Crushes. Ha, a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Packing too much unnecessarily.&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are all baggage. And i need to throw them away and focus on simply the thing at hand. This time round, the jog. So that, i can move uninhibited into the next phase. A sort of ruthless efficiency and being uninhibited. &lt;blockquote&gt;Uninhibited way of living.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So i jog. And jog. And jog. Many times i caught the urge to up my tempo and break out into an accelerated jog to match these people sprinting past me. But for what use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I run my own run. Life is again about running your own run.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So i jog. And jog. Till 1 hr 59 min later. In between, using 64 minutes to clock 8.8 km. Total distance averages around &gt; 12 km. End of run 9 pm. Sky's dark. Stomach's growling. Legs are numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's great. Running uninhibitedly. Running without a sense of time. Running without holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sore legs and the dread of waking up tomorrow with numbness and pai-ka-ness. Walking with a little limb. Pai-ka-chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll jog more. Increasing the mileage. Increasing the joy. Running my own run. Leaving all baggage. Running Yi Feng's run!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2926129950794931492?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2926129950794931492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/jogging-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2926129950794931492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2926129950794931492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/jogging-at-night.html' title='Jogging at night'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-9220571204058724619</id><published>2009-06-06T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:46:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back&lt;br /&gt;Back again&lt;br /&gt;Yi Feng's back&lt;br /&gt;Back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! i'm back again to chart my random musings here. =))&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-9220571204058724619?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/9220571204058724619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9220571204058724619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/9220571204058724619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7273735813766924095</id><published>2009-04-19T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:40:58.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when a heart gets frozen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7273735813766924095?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7273735813766924095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-when-heart-gets-frozen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7273735813766924095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7273735813766924095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-when-heart-gets-frozen.html' title='What happens when a heart gets frozen?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-8986675519866670685</id><published>2009-04-19T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:40:34.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing hope'/><title type='text'>BLEAKORY?</title><content type='html'>The heart is frozen.&lt;br /&gt;The world seems cold.&lt;br /&gt;Apathy's real.&lt;br /&gt;World's losing ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A limb a time.&lt;br /&gt;A cell a second.&lt;br /&gt;A-wash and gone.&lt;br /&gt;The world seems cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wallet is empty.&lt;br /&gt;The urn is bleak.&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;The world seems cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers are falling.&lt;br /&gt;Children are dying.&lt;br /&gt;The world seems cold.&lt;br /&gt;If we do as so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written 17 - 04 - 09&lt;br /&gt;17 16 21&lt;br /&gt;Yi Feng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-8986675519866670685?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8986675519866670685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/04/bleakory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8986675519866670685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/8986675519866670685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/04/bleakory.html' title='BLEAKORY?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5262397198466248332</id><published>2009-03-15T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:33:39.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Clubii</title><content type='html'>whoa yeah i'm BACK! after such a long parting.&lt;br /&gt;N S has been tough sweet and bitter all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the important thing is that P O P looooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;And naturally the lessons that OC Sir, PS GAN, PC Sir and SGTs thought us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went for my maiden CLUBing @ ZOUK. (fri mambo night)&lt;br /&gt;man the whole process was apprehensive mixed with crazy dancing.&lt;br /&gt;didn't i can dance like that mad ;P&lt;br /&gt;but okay i'm a good boy haha&lt;br /&gt;didn't "CHAT" with any ladies&lt;br /&gt;and yeah this should counted as a good experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will there be a next one?&lt;br /&gt;yonder year maybe.&lt;br /&gt;long long long time away&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5262397198466248332?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5262397198466248332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/03/virgin-clubii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5262397198466248332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5262397198466248332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2009/03/virgin-clubii.html' title='Virgin Clubii'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3570983605624225580</id><published>2008-12-30T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:22:26.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voom Potraits Robert Wilson'/><title type='text'>VOOM PORTRAITS musing</title><content type='html'>VOOM POTRAITS&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Wilson&lt;br /&gt;at the National Museum of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;30 Oct 08 - 04 Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;10 am - 6 pm DAILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkEEGUsJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qX0ruaHP2w/s1600-h/n786633056_1122405_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkEEGUsJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qX0ruaHP2w/s320/n786633056_1122405_1530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285260106159368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to VOOM Potraits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkFBb8CLnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZM_56zHkkq8/s1600-h/n786633056_1122388_6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkFBb8CLnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZM_56zHkkq8/s400/n786633056_1122388_6758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261159933554290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Caroline of Monaco&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo that struck me greatly at the wonderful innuendos played up by this mysterious Princess, enough to warrant a detailed entry of my feelings and thoughts when i enjoyed this artpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first the image of a lady with a back facing the audience is a representation of female confidence in this 21st Century where equality of sexes have become the norm then the exception. its a figure of female empowerment and individuality in a world of her own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;secondly, the image of a lady with a changing shadow "lightplay" as in the figure will grow to exude just the silhouette and then the figure above before transiting towards a fading shadow, epitomizes one of mystery. the modern lady is empowered and mysterious. her world is complex and unfathomable to those who dare to get around her brick wall exterior of mystery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thirdly, the tinkering lady with her batting eyelashes and subconscious finger-pointing seems to invite me to think that she's a lady of the rapidly changing 21st century. and she has to put up with the pained experiences despite her status. her thoughts seem to have drifted to love and relationships .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lastly, and i think the most obvious of all. The empowered, smart super modern lady is inviting. And it seems to suggest loneliness simultaneously. The flashing slit on her back which grows to become the most prominent capture (once your eyes is transfixed on the image for a long time) is alluring and inviting. it seems to suggest that the lady is inviting us into her world. her depths. to try fathoming a pit less "hole" .. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;overall, this is a grand piece of Reassurance of the Modern Lady.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkIzjbRRGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K8v1OhQAaBk/s1600-h/n786633056_1122389_7029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkIzjbRRGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K8v1OhQAaBk/s320/n786633056_1122389_7029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285265319471957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikhail Baryshinikov&lt;br /&gt;Gods of our time.&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;Greek Gods suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Black Blood - poetic humour. poison of mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkJXP7Ng2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PU9XoabDpq8/s1600-h/n786633056_1122391_7554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkJXP7Ng2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PU9XoabDpq8/s320/n786633056_1122391_7554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285265932712510306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disaster pop culture. how we are clowns in our efforts at entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;daily clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkJ1qe27BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtrlTvK3jow/s1600-h/n786633056_1122392_7826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkJ1qe27BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KtrlTvK3jow/s320/n786633056_1122392_7826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285266455237422098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porcupine. by Boris.&lt;br /&gt;loneliness in a galaxy. no one understand the porcupine's hurt. creature of hurt. a creature yearning for comfort but forever a forbidden fruit. "expanding and relaxing" spikes remind me of the repeating up and downs of every relationship. piercing eyes seem to penetrate one's soul and speak a tongue of forlorn and that of yearning to be wanted which quickly evaporates to one of anger- rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkKvTGSAqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_LKIpFpabnM/s1600-h/n786633056_1122393_8094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkKvTGSAqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_LKIpFpabnM/s320/n786633056_1122393_8094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267445392736930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella Huppert, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;a picture of fatigue. exasperation to life. and a plea for help.&lt;br /&gt;mainly an expression of fatigue. not exhaustion. just tiredness whether its due to apathy etc.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Isabella's veins aren't exactly being strained in the photo which encourage me to make this interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkLi4edJjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tfKBTi8AIyI/s1600-h/n786633056_1122401_345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkLi4edJjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tfKBTi8AIyI/s320/n786633056_1122401_345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285268331599570482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Panther. by Ivory.&lt;br /&gt;a picture of sadness. pained eyes. twitching eyes and moving ears denote a panther's alertness and distrust in a world of suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;amir and i joke that the panther would make a good poster-boy for SPCA / animal cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkMPaZNNrI/AAAAAAAAABE/04bbohxCSyQ/s1600-h/n786633056_1122402_633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkMPaZNNrI/AAAAAAAAABE/04bbohxCSyQ/s320/n786633056_1122402_633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269096618604210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this Queen look pretty sullen. and despondent. there's fleeting focus and it portrays a picture of distraction to me. it represents a "multi-tasking bad habit" of the modern generation where we have a thousand and one things and a quadriple of gadgets to juggle at any one instant. it seems to suggest to me a picture of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkM_JeHtPI/AAAAAAAAABM/CKWCCsI_Dtg/s1600-h/n786633056_1122398_9510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkM_JeHtPI/AAAAAAAAABM/CKWCCsI_Dtg/s320/n786633056_1122398_9510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269916709532914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkNEvkcvWI/AAAAAAAAABU/XjHmUReRnJY/s1600-h/n786633056_1122395_8642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkNEvkcvWI/AAAAAAAAABU/XjHmUReRnJY/s320/n786633056_1122395_8642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285270012835970402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Champion Sumo. Bjamla Ulambayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i couldn't help but wonder if the texture of the velvet hot pink background and the play of lights (to extentuate the tone of the sumo's prized body) has any further interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;the existent-non existent smile seems to project Mr. Sumo as an affable but man of strict unwavering resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkOHztnwuI/AAAAAAAAABc/0de8RoSsTIw/s1600-h/n786633056_1122390_7299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkOHztnwuI/AAAAAAAAABc/0de8RoSsTIw/s320/n786633056_1122390_7299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271164999418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Downey Jr.&lt;br /&gt;gross. mechanical wonder/sawing off of a hand.&lt;br /&gt;the unwavering resolve of a man even in crisis. (how often do we see this?)&lt;br /&gt;is it apathy? or a sweet surrender? or is it bravado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkOqnIZqlI/AAAAAAAAABk/KZSPvYgirkw/s1600-h/n786633056_1122399_9774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkOqnIZqlI/AAAAAAAAABk/KZSPvYgirkw/s320/n786633056_1122399_9774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271762917501522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Buscemi.&lt;br /&gt;gross. somehow i don't quite grasp this.&lt;br /&gt;there's a few stuff at play here.&lt;br /&gt;1) blazing red meat&lt;br /&gt;2) greenish evilish glow&lt;br /&gt;3) smeared blood&lt;br /&gt;4) change of countenance (seriousness to relaxed stance)&lt;br /&gt;5) weird smile (lunatic-like)&lt;br /&gt;6) tapping of feet.&lt;br /&gt;7) cold sterile environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, if i have to fix a theme to this, i would denote it as THE CHANGING REACTIONS of a GREENISH SURGEON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkPwKkSawI/AAAAAAAAABs/rh9gmbEcBRM/s1600-h/n786633056_1122396_8925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkPwKkSawI/AAAAAAAAABs/rh9gmbEcBRM/s320/n786633056_1122396_8925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272957840681730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkQn9E19bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p2xfXld9Qjk/s1600-h/n786633056_1122397_9223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkQn9E19bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p2xfXld9Qjk/s320/n786633056_1122397_9223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285273916291806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a figure of the male physique.&lt;br /&gt;a justified sex symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the control of the splattering rain.&lt;br /&gt;Brad's way of holding the gun.&lt;br /&gt;elevation from a non-threatening way to a murderous slant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkRf0X-iYI/AAAAAAAAACE/O7fA6z8i6Hc/s1600-h/n786633056_1122400_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkRf0X-iYI/AAAAAAAAACE/O7fA6z8i6Hc/s320/n786633056_1122400_54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274876028815746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;too much skin?&lt;br /&gt;the modern entertainment industry. a case of baring too much? wearing too little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkRzjfXNWI/AAAAAAAAACM/PWQEwPhPyN0/s1600-h/n786633056_1122394_8354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkRzjfXNWI/AAAAAAAAACM/PWQEwPhPyN0/s320/n786633056_1122394_8354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285275215093773666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;a case of ruggedness?&lt;br /&gt;an outlook of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;a picture of CONTEMPT.&lt;br /&gt;notice Depp's little pinkie is painted black. AMIR reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if that hides any connotation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkSVEJl96I/AAAAAAAAACU/OMOEDZnfr5A/s1600-h/n786633056_1122404_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkSVEJl96I/AAAAAAAAACU/OMOEDZnfr5A/s320/n786633056_1122404_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285275790796519330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alan Cumming.&lt;br /&gt;A misfit.&lt;br /&gt;A discomforting metrosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy hands and legs in female drabs. - metrosexual&lt;br /&gt;contorted smile/frown - Heath Ledger's Joker manical smile.&lt;br /&gt;eating chocolate - picture of enjoyment/comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture has me questioning.&lt;br /&gt;is all our enjoyment and fashion sense, and more importantly,&lt;br /&gt;our sensibilities a facade?&lt;br /&gt;a tribute to subscribed tastes.&lt;br /&gt;that we trick ourselves into believing that there's enjoyment amidst pain.&lt;br /&gt;countless misfits of social trends which shouldn't but have blended into society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;are our sensibilities a tricked-out mainstream conformed interpretations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkT_lnETEI/AAAAAAAAACc/6XvZgtpm758/s1600-h/n786633056_1122403_921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkT_lnETEI/AAAAAAAAACc/6XvZgtpm758/s320/n786633056_1122403_921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277620844645442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhang Huan, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stern cold stare of a JUDGEMENT ANGEL in a heavenly setting.&lt;br /&gt;the flitting butterflies on the man denote the flitting and scarce concept of "redemption".&lt;br /&gt;of how close we are to treading the line between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERPRETATIONs. PERCEPTIONs.&lt;br /&gt;these are what i have humbly shared over here.&lt;br /&gt;they are not by any means representative of what Robert Wilson has to convey.&lt;br /&gt;and please please fearlessly point out to me where my interpretation may have veered away from the crucial.&lt;br /&gt;or where i have failed to interpret the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERPRETATIONs. PERCEPTIONs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3570983605624225580?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3570983605624225580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/voom-portraits-musing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3570983605624225580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3570983605624225580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/voom-portraits-musing.html' title='VOOM PORTRAITS musing'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8IUoteryDI/SVkEEGUsJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4qX0ruaHP2w/s72-c/n786633056_1122405_1530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998775576971017367.post-5286596135232643642</id><published>2008-12-30T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:06:06.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Museum of Singapore'/><title type='text'>SUPERB MUSEUM TRIP!</title><content type='html'>hi hi!! i went to the National Museum of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;and its really amazinggggg except for the "Singapore history" part. a major part of my disdain was due to the (excessive in my opinion) info-loaded "COMPANION" in the Singapore History Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless i was thrilled today by the exhibits (external)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Chain&lt;/span&gt; of Chang Chien-Chi struck me emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;the concept of human beings chained up for their everyday life (especially those of lower mental capability) isn't going to be appealing to anyone anytime soon. but as quoted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"where the more lucid one drag the other around. through meals, and daily.. the treatment by XXX temple proved to be effective"&lt;/span&gt; i don't know seriously. is this going to work out? i leave you as a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double Happiness&lt;/span&gt; of Chang Chien-Chi struck me deeply about the process where foreign brides leave everything behind and marry to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;The delight of brides. The sourness of brides. The sorrow of abandonment. The "lusty" eyes of the groom. Somehow Chang managed to play up a feeling of forlorn and victimhood in me in some of the brides featured. The process, the acquiring and the marriage - beyond is unbelievably depressing and lonely for some brides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) China Town of Chang Chien-Chi reminded me of the hardships that immigrants have to face. and just not so long ago, our forefathers - grandfathers had to dock at a new land "Nanyang-Singapore" to begin a new life in a stranger land. just as these illegal labourers have to set foot in US anew and without kin. As quoted i think that Chang's quote entirely represent the immigrants feelings. Although this weren't his entire words, the meaning conveyed is roughly equal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Between the colour (photos) and the black and white is interminable waiting  - sometimes neither party know when it has stopped." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) VOOM Potraits by Robert Wilson is highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;As a "still-photo" Wilson has entirely opened up my mind to perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i do not interpret my work. Interpretation is for others. To fix a meaning to a work limits its poetry and the possibility of other ideas. They are personal, poetic statements of different personalities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With this, i'm going to attempt to detail my observation and musing for each artpiece in my first try at photoblogging. haha.. please enjoy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5286596135232643642?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5286596135232643642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/superb-museum-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5286596135232643642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5286596135232643642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/superb-museum-trip.html' title='SUPERB MUSEUM TRIP!'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2698134298816523625</id><published>2008-12-29T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:44:48.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;what&apos;s the point&quot;'/><title type='text'>"what's the point?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inconsiderable apathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been chancing upon this phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what's the point"&lt;/span&gt; repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;i must admit i have sometimes been wont to using it too..&lt;br /&gt;like "what's the point? there's not going to be a happy ending out of it."&lt;br /&gt;then most often than not, we leave it hanging. and not attempt the stuff that we feel is "futile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, i feel this reflects a social rot among us. in that this is actually a variation of apathy.&lt;br /&gt;1) it may start with a perception that things have a low possibility of materializing.&lt;br /&gt;2) it quickly promotes to entire "lock-in" and denial even when friends express their encouragement. (more and more so, i observed that when friends express their encouragement, people are quicker to withdraw..)&lt;br /&gt;3) it winds up in ABANDONMENT. of the idea. of a concept. of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;we end up sticking to our regular lives and pass off another groundbreaking possibility of breaking the monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a social rot? is anyone going to do anything about changing it?&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; it going to be another &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what's the point"&lt;/span&gt; ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i have been thinking about what to erode away this apathy that's been massacring our youths and myself included.. but i've hit a wall.. and do throw something at me so we can have a exchange on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2698134298816523625?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2698134298816523625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2698134298816523625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2698134298816523625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-point.html' title='&quot;what&apos;s the point?&quot;'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4772414279561180332</id><published>2008-12-29T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:30:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NMS TODAY! =))</title><content type='html'>so gonna visit a museum today!! excited! haha.. think i'll be solo-in this.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when appreciating arts i wonder if a 2nd voice would be better (for discussion and diff perspective's sake)&lt;br /&gt;but when left to one's own peace, i believe that this is when i can freely and unabashedly envision and visualize and maybe hopefully interpret art accurately.. (actually there's no right or wrong here, accurate just means getting what the artist wanted to convey)&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS TO THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF SINGAPORE TODAY! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blistered legs*injuries*bruises*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4772414279561180332?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4772414279561180332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/nms-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4772414279561180332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4772414279561180332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/nms-today.html' title='NMS TODAY! =))'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4202748829437544043</id><published>2008-12-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:05:32.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Christmas dayyy</title><content type='html'>Its CHRISTMAS BASKETBALL DAY today!&lt;br /&gt;haha i woke up and played some ball.&lt;br /&gt;practiced my shots rebounding pivots and basically have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what mostly turn ME OFF is this bugger.&lt;br /&gt;he's a kid for the most record. just 12 years old. ask me for a match.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like coolll.. i'm not going to lose another 1 on 1. after losses to Shu Li and Kayan.&lt;br /&gt;i'll begin my record with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out i have to ask him to DEFEND ME?! WTH.. hello you are leaving me open all the way to take shots? not that i am going to mind, then pls don't complain that i blow past you, not giving you a chance. that's just spoilt pls!! so i did, scoring layups and post hooks easily. the score is 5 -0 easily, when&lt;br /&gt;BOY: nooo noo no what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;ME: we're having a match.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: anddddd..?&lt;br /&gt;ME: 5 - 0&lt;br /&gt;BOY: you zero? HAAHAHAHAHAHAA you zero and he broke down onto the floor laughing..&lt;br /&gt;ME: WT.. no. i 5 you zero.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: nooooo i zero i'm going to lose.. nooo.. i didn't know we are having a match&lt;br /&gt;ME: (EXASPERATED) OKAY, let's start from 0 -0 again. your ball first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and naturally he fired all air balls and my ball is really light. haizz..&lt;br /&gt;okay so i said check.. (turns out he didn't know what a match means what he challenge me in the first place..)  and he threw the ball away from me with all his might. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;okay patience. tolerance. patience. and since it was my turn to attack.. i didn't even run..&lt;br /&gt;and he's like wait wait wait when i fired and got the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;ME: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;BOY: wwhy you keep getting the ball in..&lt;br /&gt;ME: isn't this a match?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: butttt..&lt;br /&gt;ME: you got to defend me. give me pressure. lock me in. reduce my angles.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: ? (seriously i see a ? on his face)&lt;br /&gt;ME: okay let me show you (and so i basically explained to him the basics of defence. get between your man and the basket. always stationed yourself there ...)&lt;br /&gt;ME: you get it..?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: okay!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: my turn to attack now. ( by now its 4 -0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he left me open nonetheless. think my words fell on deaf ears. and he doesn't defend. dosen't challenge me for rebounds. i consecutively caught 5 rebounds just to provoke him into coming in and challenge for the ball. but.. naturally he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;By now, i'm exasperated. i'll go for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;and i did. shot straight to 9-0.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to play first to 20. but i managed to cut to first to 11. heng ah.. otherwise i think i would really have lost. get killed by his antics and disrespect. (e.g. after shooting a ball, he did a split. the ball didn't went in of course.)&lt;br /&gt;ME: 2 more balls to my win.&lt;br /&gt;ME: you gonna come up and defend me?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: noo.. i'm going to stand here. (under the post)&lt;br /&gt;ME: okay.. you know i'm going to win right?&lt;br /&gt;BOY: what?? i thought i was?&lt;br /&gt;ME: no. 2 more balls. that's it.. okay i'm coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swishh---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: 10 -0 check. (bounce the ball to him)&lt;br /&gt;BOY: (he got the ball..) okay i surrender. i'll sstand here. CHECK BACK.&lt;br /&gt;and he hurled the ball away from my direction with all his strength such that it bounced past the other half of the court into the woods..&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;and he just broke down on the ground laughing all the way. haha screaming "you're so lousy"&lt;br /&gt;with that, i walked to pick up my ball. its a wonder i'm still keep my outburst under check.&lt;br /&gt;and he laughs. and laughs. and laughs even louder.&lt;br /&gt;until i raised my middle finger with my back towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back. and without even checking just shot a jumper. and i said, got to go.&lt;br /&gt;11-0 end game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, this kid really got to grow up..&lt;br /&gt;I believe he still has a lot of room to grow. but that attitude? i just don't dig it.&lt;br /&gt;is he a lunatic or eccentric fool? check by throwing MY BALL to the woods?! and laugh and say i am lousy.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously this is a crazy world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. all the pent up frustration is let out.. haaaa.. =))&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS. and i am looking forward to CHRISTMAS BALLin with my brothers at gang cot at 3.&lt;br /&gt;so till then =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4202748829437544043?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4202748829437544043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-dayyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4202748829437544043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4202748829437544043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-dayyy.html' title='Christmas dayyy'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3694449225677761698</id><published>2008-12-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:49:22.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas sinner interpretation convenience courage faith'/><title type='text'>The Fourth Ramble - Religious rumble</title><content type='html'>Hiiii i'm back from the church. the house of god.&lt;br /&gt;and i learn 3 lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;ibut first i met a really cute spontaneous pretty girl today!! wow cool dress sense. and filial to her mom. and she sits in front of me in the church.. hahahaha but that's beside the point..&lt;br /&gt;really, i'm awash with friendliness and spirituality today.&lt;br /&gt;this church-going experience is really a fresh and stimulating experience. but remind me on some of the lessons i have to further learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if any righteous friends reading this post is offended by my light-hearted comments on these lessons on faith. Please do. i'm a greenhorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the lessons i have learn today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) "I'm a sinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor nearly shouted in my face, "Yi Feng, are you a SINNER? Tell me."&lt;br /&gt;This is a combination of the discussion i had with my senior nic and the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR: If you are going to die tomorrow, and Jesus ask you if you're going to heaven or hell, which will you be going. Its not that wow you came to the church today, so welcome to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;NIC: NOOoo, you got to be spotless, in order to enter heaven.&lt;br /&gt;ME: So dalmations and zebras can't go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;S I L E N C E&lt;br /&gt;haha that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i have sin terribly. But isn't that life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: Yes, he (me) has sinned terribly. He's one of the greatest sinners! He keeps beo-in girls.&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR: No, i won'tgive him that title. I'm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i have sinned by looking at that pretty girl sitting in front of me during church.&lt;br /&gt;SINNER. First let me clarify. i'm not exactly a fan of people shouting "YOU'RE A SINNER. SINNER. SINNER. SINNER." in my face. tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think is to have done.&lt;br /&gt;The act of hatred, "i hate XXXXX" is to have murder.&lt;br /&gt;To think of touching a woman is to have already have sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;To think of sleeping with a married woman is to have commit adultery. (PASTOR)&lt;br /&gt;To think is to do.&lt;br /&gt;All you masturbaters out there, YOU'RE SO DEAD, SINNER!! Haha, just a joke just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To think is to have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, we easily accumulate mountains of sin in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;How can we be spotless (in order to go heaven) then?&lt;br /&gt;MY point, isn't this "to think is to have done" thing taking it a little too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe i'm no saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have definitely sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i don't entirely agree with the concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, what about non-believers, i ask.&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR: if you have not heard about the GOSPELS, then there's still another way of going to heaven. there's this concept of human conscience. (this i totally agree) if you ... (he ramble on and on about examples here but let me summ) abide by your conscience - the one law governing your life, then you will and can be spotless. God can forgive you and invite you to the realm of peace.&lt;br /&gt;ME: But what if you have heard?&lt;br /&gt;PASTOR: if you have heard and not give the word, then you go the other way. ... (from here on, he was a picture of erratic disbelief on why someone would not be a son of god believe in the religion take the faith) who, YI FENG, WHO WILL EVER SACRIFICE THAT MUCH FOR YOU? TELLL ME!! TELL ME! (agitation)&lt;br /&gt;ME: err.. (you want me to say no one, except God, yeah but i shall keep quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here onwards, no offence to believers of faith.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe i won't give the word join a fratenity subscribe to a school of thought, just because i want to escape hell and go heaven. or just because i want to remove the label of a sinner. that's so not my belief! i'm not going to be a hypocrite. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;I firmly patted my heart and thought to myself while i was enjoying my ice-cream treat. that God or beliefs lies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i'll embrace God one day. be it Chinese god. Muslim god. God. Indian God. or whichever. i refer to a faith. but first our ideals must be aligned.. i'm surely willing to compromise. but it musn't be too far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;and as proven today, i have been ushered to the other extreme which explains my hesistance.&lt;br /&gt;after all,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i believe its a matter of interpretation.&lt;/span&gt; INTERPRETATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're but mortals. sins are but our traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrite i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so my faith should not be a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from where my beliefs hearth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll interpret so that i can and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll fathom the omnipotence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly but surely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) POP (Portable Omnipotence Presence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is all around us. God with us. Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 1:23&lt;br /&gt;Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what POP is all about?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i believe and am very optimistic that this aspect of belief will be undoubtedly useful in our school of 21st century. where everyone zoomed past everyone. where everyone juggle 3 or more devices at one time. where hustle and bustle is the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmness and closeness of God or the concept of Emmanuel is comforting and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;But this is where my concern lies, is God really that portable? Like my PSP. my faith. or do i have to visit a church, a place of worship to be close to God?&lt;br /&gt;It makes it all really convenient doesn't it? But is this really what we want? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS God lost through this convenience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be sometime bogging my mind.. hmmm.. perhaps i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;DEACON: those that we can't grasp, let's leave it to when we go to heaven.. (these aren't his exact words but the meaning is there)&lt;br /&gt;Really? what you don't think and leave it and bury it that your faith will answer, means that you will never fathom anything. half-baked isn't going to cut it, does it? Answerless questions may exist. the question of faith usually is one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but if we are not going to try to fathom it, no progress will ever be made, can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) God is your source of courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: Since God is with us (Emmanuel), there is no reason to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenient isn't it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't courage come from within?&lt;/span&gt; Detractors may say i'm talking big here, that courage comes from within. Yes, i do believe that during times of crisis or trauma, the leap of faith and hence courage and strength many times do come from "save me God, pleaseee" or "save me, MOM!!". But true courage i wonder, doesn't it come from within? Such that no flicker of fear darts in your eyes when facing a problem. I'm not thattt courageous, but i question.&lt;br /&gt;To this, i think a quote from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho really cuts the picture nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People need not fear the unknown, if they are capable of achieving what they need and want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is what i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt; seriously in my fight. I'm a fighter. i'll seek to humbly learn and master more martial arts. But in order to seriously conquer the flicker of fear in my eyes during a sparring practice or tournie and regain the AGGRESSION that i fearlessly displayed in my attacks 6 years ago, i believe its this. If i truly am capable of achieving what i need and want. This is when determination and commitment to training kicks in. Re-teach yourself. Like Batman in KNIGHTFALL when he wore the Man Bat mask and retrain under SHIVA. I HAVE A LOT TO LEARM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AaaaaaaaaaaaaaH.. i feel so much more relieved after clearing my head.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Please enlighten me with your replies.&lt;br /&gt;I believe people truly learn during fruitful exchanges. Different opinions open up different outlets in my flawed interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;Please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!! And thanks to Nic and Cheryl for bringing me to the church and opening up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No offence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;regarding the stuff i discuss here. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;seek your forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; if you find anything insulting. thank you and MERRILY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer&lt;br /&gt;had a very shiny nose.&lt;br /&gt;And if you would ever saw him,&lt;br /&gt;You would even say it glows.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl here's your christmas carol. with dedication. MErRy CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye and Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3694449225677761698?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3694449225677761698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/fourth-ramble-religious-rumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3694449225677761698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3694449225677761698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/fourth-ramble-religious-rumble.html' title='The Fourth Ramble - Religious rumble'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-7179900128771025878</id><published>2008-12-25T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:29:40.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><title type='text'>Checking in - MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be a good boy this year. hope i'll have pressies in my stockings!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i went to a CHURCH for the first time in my life! and its on 24th Dec!&lt;br /&gt;wow i enjoyed the experience.. will check in again for my latest "religious" ramble pertaining to this exp soon..&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile have a Messy Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-7179900128771025878?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7179900128771025878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/checking-in-merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7179900128771025878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/7179900128771025878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/checking-in-merry-christmas.html' title='Checking in - MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-2684035261846217905</id><published>2008-12-24T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:55:53.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies The Alchemist truth'/><title type='text'>The Third Ramble - Lessons on honesty #2</title><content type='html'>A lie churns a lie. Before you know it you're habitually lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White lies are still lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies are mainly either psychological excuses to make up for the insecurities most have.&lt;br /&gt;Like an OL lying about possessions in order not to be despised by a friend of higher social standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Most fears are unfounded. Most lies are redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The worst form of lies is to deceive everyone else and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay true to your heart&lt;/span&gt; and you will find where the treasure is.&lt;br /&gt;A Lesson from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-2684035261846217905?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2684035261846217905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-ramble-lessons-on-honesty-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2684035261846217905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/2684035261846217905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-ramble-lessons-on-honesty-2.html' title='The Third Ramble - Lessons on honesty #2'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-1571035534937666997</id><published>2008-12-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:49:07.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GTO'/><title type='text'>The Third Ramble - Lessons on honesty</title><content type='html'>Those who lie will eventually tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Great Teacher Onizuka (GTO Drama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-1571035534937666997?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1571035534937666997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-ramble-lessons-on-honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1571035534937666997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/1571035534937666997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-ramble-lessons-on-honesty.html' title='The Third Ramble - Lessons on honesty'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-3620381942951521050</id><published>2008-12-24T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:47:41.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><title type='text'>Followup Ramble - Unfathomable fears, so why worry?</title><content type='html'>"People need not fear the unknown, if they are capable of achieving what they need and want."&lt;br /&gt;The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-3620381942951521050?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3620381942951521050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-unfathomable-fears-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3620381942951521050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/3620381942951521050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-unfathomable-fears-so.html' title='Followup Ramble - Unfathomable fears, so why worry?'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-4349836263629413411</id><published>2008-12-24T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:45:32.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfounded fears'/><title type='text'>Followup Ramble - Let's talk about love #2</title><content type='html'>It is mainly because they are afraid to do so. With a wealth of fears of a thousand other things which will most likely not surface in their lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-4349836263629413411?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4349836263629413411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-lets-talk-about-love-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4349836263629413411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/4349836263629413411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-lets-talk-about-love-2.html' title='Followup Ramble - Let&apos;s talk about love #2'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-5133143959869064028</id><published>2008-12-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:44:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Followup Ramble - Let's talk about love</title><content type='html'>People in the 21st century do not give away their love that easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-5133143959869064028?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5133143959869064028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-lets-talk-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5133143959869064028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/5133143959869064028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/followup-ramble-lets-talk-about-love.html' title='Followup Ramble - Let&apos;s talk about love'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-127845489491840834</id><published>2008-12-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:59:33.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love parental love crush'/><title type='text'>The Second Ramble - Let's talk about love</title><content type='html'>haha hiii i'm back. i am gonna try to make an effort to be FAITHFUL (lol) to this blog. yeah going to try to pen down my thoughts and discuss some topics once in a few days. haha! forgive me if you think this is crass, feel free to leave then ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay let's talk about love #1 - ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from bballing =)) wow i bury quite a few hooks in the game!! i shock even myself. haha yeah my first triumph in a 6 - 6 game in a long long time. lol gonna keep up my tough d.&lt;br /&gt;yes basketball is my love. one of many. but let's discuss a little of more tangible stuff like ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to confess my eyes are not the most loyal creature. they are like honey bees which flit around spontaneously from one eye candy to another. and naturally during my course of "honey bee working" i ahve picked out a few really great ladies who have umm melted my heart? i mean i am not just a looks-kind of guy. and i believe most people aren't. heart. character. all those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but there is really this lady. not gonna name who.. of course. the girl's privacy is of top priority. that's always my policy. haha (learn this from GREAT TEACHER ONIZUKA) she's pretty and all (some friends would say she look normal) but yeah maybe its because of the person that i saw for who she is, that i think she is really wonderful. she's herself. the true her. lol lest i break into a ramble (againn?!), let me continue. she's someone i could really relate to. but sad to say, i don't think i'll keep up any continuation. its probably just some invisible difference and tight schedules but.. sigh.. she's a friend (must get this clear first not anything special else yet lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so let's talk about love. enough about sharing personal details.&lt;br /&gt;this buddy was encouraging me saying. take it slowly. give the friendship time to simmer and blossom into a relationship. others have been poking in over recent periods saying "you can de la" haha. i appreciate it greatly. but i would withdraw all the same. somehow it doesn't feel right. maybe its the insecurity of "rejection", "that things won't work out" and most importantly "that i would lose a great friend that she is". already i hate the way great friendships go to waste when this tingly "crush" feeling pops up at the peak of great exchange. (most people do. already i have seen some friends suffer the same fate) Don't get me wrong, she's still the wonderful girl i envision and believe but somehow there's just a nagging feeling about incompatible lifestyles and feelings. conversation and open talk i think and hope will still be preserved after this encounter. in fact, i feel much lighter, that despite anything, i had made an effort, and hopefully a great friendship is still in the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list on the agenda that i direly wanted to share and bring up is regarding this: i hate the way perhaps i'm letting a great chance at a beautiful relationship slip by. and i wonder in life, sometimes how many actual chances do you have "for slipping by". ladies have spent eternities looking for Mr. Right and end up being old spinisters. men have cast nets to rake in a wonderful 10/10 lady and end up being termed "more nicely" diamond-studded bachelors. but the point is, a mischance and an eternity and lifetime of regret. we are riding on the wave of youth and vigour now, but crucially i have heard many friends or read blogs detailing this. their darkest fear. the notion of just grabbing someone to spend your life with for life jsut because you don't want to be single, is just blahh plain desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this i question,&lt;br /&gt;how many mischances do we really have?&lt;br /&gt;how many people do actually feel this as their darkest fear? of desolation and singlehood for life.&lt;br /&gt;how can we measure a gem, the right one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share about your mischances as well, i'm all ears and hopefully there are still more chances.&lt;br /&gt;to find someone you can relate, talk to, bicker with and come out stronger with is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that' i leave it at this a high note of muzzling questions that i hope would garner huge responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's talk about love #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parental Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a mild discussion with my mom today about "obedience - meeting parents' expectations - love". usually our discussion always end up in high-octane tiffing heat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i believe most parents may have this conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are eating my rice."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sacrificing so much for you, it makes it only logical that you meet my expectations and wants."&lt;br /&gt;"i require you to abide by this dress sense. to speak this way. to be OBEDIENT!"&lt;br /&gt;"it's all for your own good, ah boy/girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, much as i want to be Confucian-blessed filial, the above are not what i generally agree upon. for one, i don't believe  meeting enforced expectations reflect mutual love. rather i believe its the common understanding of what the child loves/ pursue and how the parents either display support/ give the kid free room to experiment even though they disapprove, that will make operation and mutual love more reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm not saying that, we should like children try vices like wanton gambling and abusive alcoholic drinking or even chain-smoking habitually.&lt;br /&gt;please we are living in a 21st century, your child is not your playdoll. and you certainly are and should not be a ventriloquist.&lt;br /&gt;liberation rights and freedom is a topic for another day. but being hell-bent on enforcement and kicking up a fit when your child is not meeting your expectations is an utter depravement of not just freedom but the choice to choose and a folly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i believe everyone have their own development path and they would forge a blazing route.&lt;/span&gt; that's a staunch belief of mine. i understand parents' concern in helping their kids forge an easier and more sheltered path. its no wonder many can't stand up to criticism and manipulate the school's weakness in not being able deliver crippling comments and blows by doing more audacious "climbing over the head of school" acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all in all, parental love is sacredly noble. and i salute every parent for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but reprociating love, does not just come in meeting your high expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to learn LOCKING!! omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-127845489491840834?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/127845489491840834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-ramble-lets-talk-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/127845489491840834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/127845489491840834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-ramble-lets-talk-about-love.html' title='The Second Ramble - Let&apos;s talk about love'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-6462508915123263714</id><published>2008-12-18T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:02:50.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desolation solitude loneliness'/><title type='text'>The First Ramble - Desolation</title><content type='html'>Desolation.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why we have grown more diverged when we are mired in a greater net of connectivity? makes me wonder if it all is just a mere facade.&lt;br /&gt;networking websites. rise of pubs/clubs. social gatherings on the up ante. why are we more alone? why are we more separated? why are we more distant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the reason why all the emo shit is on the rise as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in a cocoon&lt;br /&gt;Reapin at the seams&lt;br /&gt;Reeks a futile action&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's puzzle at the self-inflicted wound&lt;br /&gt;Strands himself further in a-nother realm&lt;br /&gt;Such that all is desolation and separation&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everyone bare-naked at a crossroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-6462508915123263714?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6462508915123263714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-ramble-desolation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6462508915123263714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/6462508915123263714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-ramble-desolation.html' title='The First Ramble - Desolation'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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-6998775576971017367.post-701101110232935109</id><published>2008-12-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:06:44.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreword yi feng'/><title type='text'>Foreword</title><content type='html'>Welcome my friend. AFter years of hiding and "posing" i have decided to come clean and yeahh this blog will be one that will keep track of topics and musings which has struck a vibe in me to discuss and publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, you will see a lot of questioning and much less answering! whoa! i'll disclose this it has always been my inner most carnal wish to be a writer. a journalist. someone whose words could change something.. So this will be my dance floor my platform to jiggle jingle salsa with words and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave comments on topics i ramble about. It has always been my belief that only through exchanges can i stimulate and construct my thoughts better or even achieve breakthroughs together.. so please.. feel free to belt out comments off your chest! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998775576971017367-701101110232935109?l=yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/feeds/701101110232935109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/foreword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/701101110232935109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998775576971017367/posts/default/701101110232935109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yiiiiiifeng.blogspot.com/2008/12/foreword.html' title='Foreword'/><author><name>Nightwing</name><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>
