<?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-32187193</id><updated>2011-11-26T13:08:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheets of Sheeps</title><subtitle type='html'>Baa baa black sheep, wat's ur ideology?
Yes sir, yes sir, u might think I'm crazy~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-76971482117086182</id><published>2010-01-18T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:01:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... ripping the plaster off the wound...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... you ripped the wound bigger..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This metaphor is just wrong. A quick and fast pain which leaves you with a bigger scar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you realized, why didn't you just leave it in the first place? With or without it, that scar ain't going away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am constantly being reminded of how a failure I can be. The more I tend to it, the more I see myself going back to where it began but worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now all I need is just a bigger plaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shouldn't I be immuned by now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-76971482117086182?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/76971482117086182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=76971482117086182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/76971482117086182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/76971482117086182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-8448129494701339974</id><published>2009-10-08T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:58:26.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... men and women talk...&lt;br /&gt;... chicken and duck talk..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I don't even have to ask and I know that the majority out there agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the time you do not understand why are they acting this way, be it man or women. Mostly people would assume what the other person is thinking. But by doing that, you in evidently made yourself to believe the other party's intention was inclining to your favor, which is natural, in which explains the nature of our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, it works both ways. It is better if you realize it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people out there believe the essence of a good relationship revolves around the key ingredient, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;. Little did we know that the act without a doubt is indeed a very noble one, but in reality, it is actually giving up on understanding others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has nothing to do with the word trust but instead it is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;apathy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have believed that trusting other was good and doubting people was bad. In return, you would have hardly understand anyone as you have chose to be apathetic towards other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, doubt them. It is just another form of getting to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we are farm animals after all ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-8448129494701339974?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8448129494701339974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=8448129494701339974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8448129494701339974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8448129494701339974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-7876146659087891115</id><published>2009-09-13T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:57:00.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... the grass is always greener on the other side... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... seriously it's not the grass, it's just greed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is not enough isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at the person next to you and you want to be in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Have what they are having.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me that this is all natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it is just grass that I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-7876146659087891115?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7876146659087891115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=7876146659087891115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7876146659087891115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7876146659087891115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2460586456900205316</id><published>2009-09-08T20:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:53:00.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... a love story of a realist...&lt;br /&gt;... should never be told..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It was the same as anyone first thought it would. The sight, the scent, the voice and the attention. Your senses heightened by even the slightest relation to it. Your heart race, you gasp and the rush. You can't explain what it is, you can't gauge how significant it is, but one thing for sure it drives you. Driven unconsciously doing things that your usual sane self would be reluctant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your day brought more meaning. Just a glimpse and you know your day was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but slowly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you hunger for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you reached to the point of do or die. You became an opportunist, seizing every precious moment whenever you could to send the message across. And when it does, the state of euphoria and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost judgments of things. You look into the moment and never once you look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It all started out the same. What it made you become it is an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tear you shed.&lt;br /&gt;The promise you made to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;To be exploited and giving in. &lt;/div&gt;But it happens again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hours of waiting. Presents you shower. Understanding and forgiving given. Your patience know no bounds. And you know you will fall for it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think that, this time is&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then you will laugh at the face of it now. Anything revolves around it looks weak. The thought of it is repulsive to you and the idea repels. Stripping yourself bare from it, on the contrary gives you the armor against it. And now you believe you are protected... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2460586456900205316?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2460586456900205316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2460586456900205316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2460586456900205316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2460586456900205316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-47838279413529134</id><published>2009-09-01T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:42:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... millions of you...&lt;br /&gt;... one of me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This entry, we will be contemplating on one of the most inconspicuous  and irregular subject of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can a person... really change?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I suggest that it boils down to the differences in people and character. How could you differentiate between how a person is or was? Phases in life determines our maturity level, but changing US... it is indeed very subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, what&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt; are hoping for might never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-47838279413529134?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/47838279413529134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=47838279413529134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/47838279413529134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/47838279413529134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-307975263744408375</id><published>2009-08-05T06:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:18:22.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... telling the truth...&lt;br /&gt;... is probably the biggest lie after all... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is exactly the difference? Between lying and telling the truth when both can actually cause the exact same pain if not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not realize that we lie almost everyday just to dampen our sensitivity towards hurt and pain that is inflicted on our feelings and pride. Waking up every morning and telling yourself it is a good day. Looking into the mirror and call yourself beautiful. Walking 2km to school and telling yourself it is a good exercise. Little did you know, optimism, just another form of lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no justifications to people who tries to fabricate a certain picture in your head to turn a bad situation around can be socially unacceptable. And the only reason to that is because it involves &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you would prefer someone being honest and telling the truth. You would prefer someone who tells you what they really feel or think about you. You would choose to hear their sincere explanation when they have done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... You are ugly and boring as hell!!! You think you know everything but I do not agree with you and the only main reason I am still here with you is because you make me look like a better person just by standing next to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere and honest statement... which sounded so wrong. The irony to this, you want to hear it yet you hoped it be subtle. You are scarred either way. The tinge of doubt and the pain have been inflicted, be it the truth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manipulate your statement to reflect at the receivers emotion and being empathetic to its response. Fabricate your perspective  so the receiver could relate to their own and conclude your ideology being similar to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... that's is not even hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that... or you could just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-307975263744408375?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/307975263744408375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=307975263744408375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/307975263744408375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/307975263744408375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1111298619710802822</id><published>2009-08-03T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:08:54.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... most impressions...&lt;br /&gt;... are failed expressions..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You know when they say &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do not judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;? The main reason why many authors out there are pissed broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;But by saying that, why do they make it sound like it is our fault?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I mean, how could I know if a book is good, if not by looking at its covers? I can't be reading the whole book to decide if it is a good book right? I can't be spending my entire time reading through all the books just the find the right one when I could be better off finding a good cover and then hope for it to be a good book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;What if that is not a good &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then find another one. You be better off trying out 5 nicely covered books rather than reading 1 book just to find out it sucks. And chances are, you will have a nice cover, with a nice plot, and a great ending, all in one book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;But we aren't talking about &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The misconceptions about a certain individual lies in its affinity to perceive people. I wouldn't be surprised that many out there find me not the way they first met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;No one would believe that I was once a faggot. I sew, played with Barbie and friends, tried Loreal eyeshadow, and fitted perfectly in a MnG dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I had no idea what sex was until I was 18. My first kiss was robbed from me by girl which I do not fancy. The only cussing I ever made till 18 was "... your backside-lah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;That was out of topic, but nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Now I am having a hard time trying to convince my peers I am not what they perceived me to be. But like I said before, it is not their fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I wrote the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1111298619710802822?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1111298619710802822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1111298619710802822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1111298619710802822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1111298619710802822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-7354353040992815092</id><published>2009-08-03T04:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:44:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... if it's not worthwhile doing...&lt;br /&gt;... it's not productive..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't tell a person who plays games a waste of his time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You just don't know how much he can earn from it.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know it's a multi-billion dollar business.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know its a real job.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know that not everyone can play.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how smart he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can say the same for you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wasting your time in studying, when what you studied might be proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You are wasting you time in saving, when what you save you might lost.&lt;br /&gt;You are just wasting your time by sleeping; when you sleep you are doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My current fetish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SnYGkn8JLQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a6sSkKBth6Q/s1600-h/Elspeth,%2520Knight-Errant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483232324824322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SnYGkn8JLQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a6sSkKBth6Q/s320/Elspeth,%2520Knight-Errant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In case you do not know what in heaven's name is that, I am spending truckloads on coloured paper which has been around since 1993. That card right there, cost you RM85. A piece of high-graded paper with 2 inch of art equals to a nice meal in a posh restaurant. Stupid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My first FNM (Friday Night Magic)- (an organized play where people who plays Magic the Gathering Trading Card game meets up to play against one another and gather points in a computerize system to gain ranks or to qualify yourself to play in the tournaments.), I would never in my right mind think that there would be so many people actually spend their money to be playing this kinda game. It is basically a huge community consisting huge numbers of matured married working adults, playing and trading. Prizes from hundreds to millions in tournaments have been proven. Crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not know their reason for playing. They might be real geeks or otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-7354353040992815092?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7354353040992815092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=7354353040992815092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7354353040992815092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7354353040992815092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SnYGkn8JLQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a6sSkKBth6Q/s72-c/Elspeth,%2520Knight-Errant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-8752363576233246093</id><published>2009-07-25T03:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:02:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... budgetting is...&lt;br /&gt;... to remind us how broke we really are... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'll be amazed how many people actually do make plans on their financial portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life happens when you are busy making plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed he is right. Unfortunately for him, he did not manage to make much use of it, after being shot and all, but I guess that is not the main point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do take heed to what he said. Which explains why I am always broke in the beginning of the month. But to second my notion on my spendrift nature, I truly believe I am living my life the way I wanted it to. I do not want to stop and look back to find myself asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why didn't I do it before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can live with only dollars enough for a bus fare but I can't live with regrets. You never know when you are gonna die anyway so might as well live through it like it was your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What should I buy today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*confessions of a spend-a-holic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/32187193-8752363576233246093?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8752363576233246093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=8752363576233246093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8752363576233246093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8752363576233246093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-5983140273880839147</id><published>2009-07-21T02:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:30:23.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... demons, devils and angels...&lt;br /&gt;... I am neither..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is dedicated to you Jolene :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"... Jon, your mom is really an extremist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" yeah I know, try living with her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you might know what that particular someone is referring to. In case you do not, my mom is an extreme follower of her religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against religions. I am a Christian myself just like my mother and family. It is just that sometimes my mom really take her beliefs to the next level. By means of next level I mean close to fanatical. The fact is that she did not crucify me on a cross or burn me on a stake made me believe that she is still an inch short of being a fanatic, which explains I'm not the godly or pious person you might know. But that is an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, is the main reason why I totally refrain myself from the spiritual realm. Let me draw you some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from work about 7am in the morning after an overnight shift. Almost going to bed, she came knocking on my door and start telling me how another friend of hers converted to Christianity. (minor note: Christians tends to be excited wee bit much when they manage to convince someone to join their flock... trust me) I was too tired to entertain her, so I told her I needed sleep, in a very grouchy tone. She was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"... see, Satan is stopping you from hearing the good news..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" Ma, I've been up the whole night. Give me a break"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;" Hmph, I am gonna rebuke you from the devil so you will accept his good news"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" ...you do whatever you want lah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I close the door on her. It does not stop her though. Next minute she started to murmur (speaking in "tongues" for all you Christians). Then it gets&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOUDER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(almost hysterical). I gave up... I open the door... look her into the eyes... and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"where's the nearest Hospital?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;" why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"So I can go and kill myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. This is the kinda things I go through living with a person who have strong beliefs about God. It is really good. I have nothing against it, but please... leave me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if God exist or not, or to say I don't really care. I mean if HE does, and loves me unconditionally, its great. Does not affect me even if otherwise. Don't ask me why, or better, don't judge me. Why? Thou who judge would be judged... something like that, as the Christians would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my mom, I always believed that there is too much hypocrisy when it comes to Christianity. This is also in reference to Jolene's blog in which I agree to a certain extent. Then there is too many questions on the existence of the Lord in which created mere confusion that deters me in believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Da Vincci Code the other day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond said &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"... ohhh, Da Vincci the guy... what was it about again ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the story itself is indeed fictional. It did cause uneasiness towards some believers but then again why should it? A firm Christian would have torched the bookstore if she/he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is off the record, but I assume this Christianity thing is just a huge syndicate that is bound to be discovered as the years go by. I have always wonder, what would happen if WE found out that there was no such thing as Jesus Christ, or he was not as what we know as the son of God but just a mere conman who understand and excels in manipulating people to follow his side? That will indeed be an opening for an apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many questions I have in mind, but they would tell me to have faith and all those will be answered. How in the world you want me to believe if you can't even give me a simple explanation? In the book of Genesis, the first verse, talked about the creation of Earth. 7 days in total. 7 days in God's days might have meant 3,000,000,000,000,000 years. Because after he separated the sea and the land, light and dark, he totally skipped Dinosaurs and created birds and fishes. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackee said&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; "... the 2 person God created... was a remake of Snow White eating the apple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 beings is another joke (no offense to Adam and Eve). I don't know what Christians have against apples and snakes, but talking snakes would definitely scare the shit out of me. But yeah, to them, this 2 ultimate beings are the reasons to our existence. Now to ponder, we are the descendants of Adam and Eve, which means also that your wife or your husband is also a descendant of Adam and Eve. So we are brothers and sisters no? So why is it wrong to be sleeping with your blood brother or worst, your mother if our existence started off on that foot? More even so, why not polygamy? Why is it against the 10 Commandments when this was how it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on with the things my mom filled me with and the questions that comes along with it. But I'm afraid I might be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;assassinated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I honestly do not care what a religion is based on as long it does not harm anyone. Just hopefully it does not force you to believe in it like how my mom does. You can't really tell if a religion is right or wrong. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; decide what is right or wrong. What is humanely acceptable for the society is always perceived to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a food for thought for some, or poison, you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me... I've decided ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-5983140273880839147?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5983140273880839147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=5983140273880839147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5983140273880839147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5983140273880839147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_4623.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-3560239130113134434</id><published>2009-07-21T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:30:33.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am just as normal as any of you. Some might really disagree just because I don't think parallel to you but seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that make me any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I blend rice and drink them instead of eating them the way they should makes me abnormal? I believe I still have my share of carbs, just differently yet still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I practice polygamy, does that makes me unfaithful? I don't cheat, I don't lie and yet I love them unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want a son who's mixed with foreign blood, and the fact I only have a Chinese wife, does that make me crazy? I just want what is best for my very own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I go on, let me clarify on the details above... the first two letters of those sentences are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEY~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I am the same person as any person you have met or known. I have the same needs and wants. Maybe my approach is slightly different but it does not give you the right to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with the bunch just now, and Sheryl asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;" do you sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" of course I do, the question is when. Why did you ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;" well I see you every night and then you go to work, then I see you again... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" this is called TIME MANAGEMENT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"yeer so abnormal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have my 8 hours (or maybe less) who cares what time I sleep? I'm not insomniac, neither am I having trouble sleeping at the right time. I mean seriously, there is no right time. The right time is when I have the time to rest enough, go to work fresh and play hard, is all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a small example of my irregularity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; person you will ever know ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-3560239130113134434?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3560239130113134434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=3560239130113134434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3560239130113134434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3560239130113134434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-5390226505726789102</id><published>2009-07-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:00:29.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... it is not being lazy...&lt;br /&gt;... it's regenerating if not recuperating... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I apologize for being stagnant again. You just don't know how difficult it is to think of something significant to pen down whereby when you have the chance to read through it again you won't be asking yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I don't have anything else better to do?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am just saving up all the good memoirs and readying myself for the greatest piece in abstract literature (if there is such a term) to ensure people who does read what I wrote more even myself, a good run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I mentioned earlier that I would want to redecorate this very "space" in a way that it will not bore the living shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*another voice speaks*&lt;/span&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;... enough of excuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;, s         l       o      w, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;indecisive&lt;/span&gt;... everything... but none from the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here's some examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took you an hour later to reach your office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took you 2 weeks to write to your real father (128 words-email)&lt;br /&gt;It took you 3 months to update your blog&lt;br /&gt;It took you 6 months to go the bank to settle your finance&lt;br /&gt;It took you 7 days to get a fresh new pair of undies from the cleaners&lt;br /&gt;It took you 365 days to hand in that assignment you owe your dean&lt;br /&gt;It took you 4300km extra to get your car serviced (not yet btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a whole lot of numbers you have intentionally elongated to get a certain work done. I suppose you might be thinking that there could not be any justification to the things that you do or have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made time for sleep&lt;br /&gt;You have made time for people who needed your attention&lt;br /&gt;You have made time for recreation&lt;br /&gt;You have made time to inspire your mind&lt;br /&gt;You have made time to look at things thoroughly if not differently&lt;br /&gt;You have made time to appreciate the sudden things that come in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You have taken and you have made... shouldn't it reconcile in your life's ledger, just like credit and debit? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why you are still in your office when your work was suppose to end 2 hours ago and your work is still not done, hence,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU updated your blog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;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&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/32187193-5390226505726789102?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5390226505726789102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=5390226505726789102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5390226505726789102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5390226505726789102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-8200241208496185279</id><published>2009-04-06T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:04:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... a change is not a change...&lt;br /&gt;... when things are different but you feel the same..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am seriously spending too much time at work. Thinking that by occupying myself with tons of things to do would make me feel better about myself which on the contrary, I feel stagnant and oblivious. I spent at least 14 of hours at work and 7-8 hours of sleep to regenerate which leaves me a balance of 2 measly hours which I try to make most of it by fulfilling my social life if not recreation. I feel like I am on the verge between losing my sanity to the infamous zombieism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I NEED A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B R E A K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only great thing I am looking forward to is my trip. One of the many things I wish for is finally coming to a realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of the rising &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being said, I will die a happier man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, I need to do something drastic with my life. To relinquish myself. Relish my primal carnal sadistic inner masochist ahbeng self and realize all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: need to revamp the site. this dull blog is demoralizing. Brushing up my photoshopping skills and make this one eye candy ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-8200241208496185279?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8200241208496185279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=8200241208496185279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8200241208496185279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8200241208496185279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1738889376230729960</id><published>2009-03-22T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:16:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... too little time in a day...&lt;br /&gt;... yet you wasted most of them away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt time is moving too fast yet too slow. Watched the clock ticks minutes away and I'm here sitting and thinking what have I done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. I am free but felt otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;whom I met&lt;br /&gt;what have I done&lt;br /&gt;wondering if it's right&lt;br /&gt;wondering if it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true... perfection... makes you less human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1738889376230729960?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1738889376230729960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1738889376230729960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1738889376230729960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1738889376230729960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1225012712909274912</id><published>2009-02-01T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:22:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... what goes around...&lt;br /&gt;... will come smacking into your face... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could not afford to be subtle in this entry. Especially when you realize that karma is not either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that the whole of January was uneventful. I just had this feeling that I could not be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; bothered to write about "normal" and happy moments. It is the bad ones that are worth telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gloat at people's misfortunes. Many deemed sadistic in nature. We are curious to why "shit happens" as opposed to "hey it's a beautiful day". Men do not read the newspapers to see who won the lottery or what is the incoming weather forecast. We read when someone got raped by 5 men, butchered and dismembered. We read when a car crashed into a public lavatory or when someone jumped of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; roof... even if it was printed in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; fine print&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was a great month. New Year's great, family's wonderful, happy friends, new clothes, birthdays (Dad's, Joe and the 3 wheeler), Graduation (Dip in Hotel Management), Bonus and the list goes on and yet... I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very distant ex's husband died due to substance intake and alcohol. I was not surprised nor do I feel any hint of remorse. Just felt that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; had it coming. We can contemplate the fact why am I so inhumane but seriously... who cares? You?&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe it was salvation that her husband requires, living with that woman for that long of a time was probably why this should be a redemption instead. If you wanna hear me bitch about this particular woman, should be done on an entire different entry. But yeah, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kudos and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not won a single cent since Chinese New Year. Let me rephrase that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have been fucking losing every single cent since Chinese New Year!!! Good year for the rooster, my bloody fucking black "baboonic" ASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today basically took the whole cake. Initially I thought that after such a loooooooooooooooooong time since I have been to church, just thought that HE appreciates the fact that I made an effort to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; in such a long while, turns out to be some wicked punishment of sorts by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DeViL&lt;/span&gt; himself. Slept and snored through the whole sermon, and I thought my dead grandmother was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a little window shopping when my lady boss called and wreaked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; on earth due to my stupid mistakes. An hour an a half after she slammed my call, I received a text from my boss again due to another mistake and seeking explanation. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO COME IN PAIRS?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter part, I was forced to skipped my 8th day Chinese New Year Celebration just because I took my leave on a wrong day and none of my colleagues are willing to change. I'm so screwed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... now I challenge you Mr. Karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is that all you got? *spit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bite me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1225012712909274912?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1225012712909274912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1225012712909274912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1225012712909274912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1225012712909274912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-878069052337469913</id><published>2009-01-04T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:47:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... the signs are everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;...people just pick what they wanted to see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You tried to reach out but to no avail. In silent contemplation you wondered if you have figured it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are all afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am. How vulnerable it can be. I might have it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is not even mine for the taking. I'm just fortunate for what it is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: I'm hungry... French Fries right now will do me justice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-878069052337469913?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/878069052337469913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=878069052337469913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/878069052337469913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/878069052337469913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-6801722834445715590</id><published>2009-01-03T02:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:26:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... this year's vintage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;... just like a good bottle of wine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life, bottled and corked in a cellar of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drink off it, got drunk, and forget.&lt;br /&gt;Some keep, reap the value and appreciates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year and the next... would make no difference. How relevant it is to the precious fluid that many shares different affinity to. Hoping that one day, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; might acquire the same tannin taste that both might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... till then, you're just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of 2008 marks a milestone. Many claims that there were no changes but I plead otherwise. Christmas dinner was the hugest ever, considering the fact I have a small but diversified family. Plus nothing beats meeting cousins who thinks you are weird and treats you as an outcast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV5pVH94V3I/AAAAAAAAALw/mw1wIb5njuw/s1600-h/25122008558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778824216303474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV5pVH94V3I/AAAAAAAAALw/mw1wIb5njuw/s320/25122008558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV5q3r4g54I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QLi-B-sjEAE/s1600-h/2_by_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286780517484652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV5q3r4g54I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QLi-B-sjEAE/s320/2_by_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Adidas "Philly Blunt" Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A great Christmas yet again for the fact my sister always manage to get me something I like. I have also spend a fair amount of presents for friends and family. Buying six watches (2 is illustrated below),&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqfI1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WMWM0HAfD00/s1600-h/25122008549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808878027466306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqfI1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WMWM0HAfD00/s320/25122008549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a handbag and 2 bracelets. What I got in return is 2 ties (please take note, I hate ties), a pair of awesome sneakers and an ugly useless paperweight. Oh well... beggars can't be choosers. I've learn to take things as they go, thus living to the fullest is top priority. I'm making afternoon tea a habit from now on... though I am truly aware of what it is doing to my weight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqpnQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1WHiDh-vsaM/s1600-h/25122008551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808880839452466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqpnQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1WHiDh-vsaM/s320/25122008551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqKshKqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tRqTbgNidQc/s1600-h/25122008545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808872539990690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6EqKshKqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tRqTbgNidQc/s320/25122008545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6ErIeLFeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JjXYiTIA688/s1600-h/25122008550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808889122821602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6ErIeLFeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JjXYiTIA688/s320/25122008550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how could you resist something like that? With the wide array of food and alcohol, it strikes me odd that I'm finally gaining weight... at the wrong places. I'm accountable for the doings thus I have to receive penance. 2 hours gym sessions 3 times a week is not helping. Not when my drinking partner is always around since the day he got back from Philly. I suppose they have groomed him well. Tolerance wise:P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IeWWd50I/AAAAAAAAAMo/43pNO57WOiU/s1600-h/27122008560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286813067556808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IeWWd50I/AAAAAAAAAMo/43pNO57WOiU/s320/27122008560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We practically soak up Marketplace every night whilst enjoying the flamboyant gays parading at every corner of our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we wave 2008 goodbye and welcoming 2009 with style, I never expect a house party could be this wild. Huge lawn, D.I.Y Strobes, PVD tracks, 200 bucks of wet greens, and a monstrous selection of processed ethanol at our dispense. I remembered someone brought Mac and cheese, I would marry that person just to have those everyday. Argh!! Binge, binge binge...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6If0Fd0yI/AAAAAAAAANI/etJB4OfFoR8/s1600-h/01012009575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286813092718433058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6If0Fd0yI/AAAAAAAAANI/etJB4OfFoR8/s320/01012009575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IfoMWnUI/AAAAAAAAANA/HRgH39SmAEw/s1600-h/01012009567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286813089526095170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IfoMWnUI/AAAAAAAAANA/HRgH39SmAEw/s320/01012009567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IfPRU-6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/89_e5F3M2ms/s1600-h/01012009564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286813082836073378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6IfPRU-6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/89_e5F3M2ms/s320/01012009564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6Ie48YhyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oIFC4gWFyvc/s1600-h/01012009562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286813076842645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV6Ie48YhyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oIFC4gWFyvc/s320/01012009562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncorking 2008, bitter tannin at the start, sweet aftertaste with a hint of spice. Solid body overall but sadly was not matured enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wished I had a couple more bottle of those:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb &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/32187193-6801722834445715590?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6801722834445715590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=6801722834445715590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6801722834445715590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6801722834445715590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SV5pVH94V3I/AAAAAAAAALw/mw1wIb5njuw/s72-c/25122008558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1311296262071660590</id><published>2008-12-10T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:23:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... forgive and forget...&lt;br /&gt;... forget about forgiving... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your pride halts you from rational perspective of understanding the answer behind the reason. You proceed in giving yourself an explanation to justify given facts to obtain the truth in which is emotionally acceptable for you. And finally what you achieve in the end is denial compositions in which, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; manipulate your reasoning to attain a logical sense of things, in your very own point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "... forget it and accept it and move on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it makes you and I a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1311296262071660590?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1311296262071660590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1311296262071660590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1311296262071660590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1311296262071660590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-6426818919741153826</id><published>2008-12-07T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:21:44.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... men need what they do not want...&lt;br /&gt;... but want what they do not need..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I realize that this statement might not be entirely true. I believe that we all measure things differently. I might not be able to gauge the importance this is to you, but it does not mean I can stop you from doing whatever you see fit. With that, whatever floats your boat, floats mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her for awhile, but it seemed like yesterday. Now curly hair; aggressive. Drink and dance. Underneath that shell though, I sense naive, denial. Grown to be a fine woman, I tried a different approach and accept her new found mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended, and it's time to go. The quiet journey back to her place allows me to see her stripping the hard coat. That is when I found another &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;victim of the world&lt;/span&gt;. Not knowing what to do and where to start, how it happened and why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help her, because she might not or will not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help her, because I might not or won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a phase... whatever makes you happy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284196451309180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SVU8rPOp1sI/AAAAAAAAALo/SdTpzHwd2kc/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&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/32187193-6426818919741153826?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6426818919741153826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=6426818919741153826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6426818919741153826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6426818919741153826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_9578.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SVU8rPOp1sI/AAAAAAAAALo/SdTpzHwd2kc/s72-c/DSCN0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-8255662232859401924</id><published>2008-12-07T02:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:44:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... calling out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... to the Penang island..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was listening and singing along to the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; King of Convenience- Cayman Islands&lt;/span&gt;. If you have never heard of them is fine... so did I, until &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; slap it on my face long time ago... yeah yeah... they are not bad:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to squeeze in a holiday trip for myself during my week off, all thanks to my chubby friend. Can't say I did not enjoyed it. Can't say I did either. Perhaps it was partly work and hardly play... but meh... I'll let you all be the judge from the snaps below^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNOZEMWOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U3mdWp-QOgE/s1600-h/27112008518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNOZEMWOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U3mdWp-QOgE/s320/27112008518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755560548292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first picture taken the moment I got there... Queensbay Mall. Can't figure out what does those angels have to do with mall. Weird theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNQCQRiHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kZhai0B8hcY/s1600-h/28112008525.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNQCQRiHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kZhai0B8hcY/s320/28112008525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755588784687218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNPXUfvEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cgPXpCwyT1M/s1600-h/28112008522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNPXUfvEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cgPXpCwyT1M/s320/28112008522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755577259670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job scope involves sitting in Dome all day and acting pretty, and of course enjoying my fav... hearts you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;~!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkmC7UNI/AAAAAAAAALA/FZSXoOcEHkM/s1600-h/PB290145.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkmC7UNI/AAAAAAAAALA/FZSXoOcEHkM/s320/PB290145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276775733199065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dome's outlet manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcH4SzcVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/G55DPgJ5vSA/s1600-h/PB290151.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcH4SzcVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/G55DPgJ5vSA/s320/PB290151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771941346406738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and Starbucks. I love my coffee thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNPlBMMnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EAtG63qOLuU/s1600-h/28112008523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNPlBMMnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EAtG63qOLuU/s320/28112008523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755580936794738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... 'nuff said... not only in Mumbai trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUCHAXDuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3jXw5kGiUps/s1600-h/PB290128.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUCHAXDuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3jXw5kGiUps/s320/PB290128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276763046123343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~opps.. he did it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNwbZXRBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nz6boQNkOd4/s1600-h/28112008527.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNwbZXRBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nz6boQNkOd4/s320/28112008527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276756145289511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The event&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;The job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcIJFzYVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PP9vgr92PpY/s1600-h/PB290156.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcIJFzYVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PP9vgr92PpY/s320/PB290156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771945855279442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfk5VZKRI/AAAAAAAAALI/wl-h5436ciE/s1600-h/PB300202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfk5VZKRI/AAAAAAAAALI/wl-h5436ciE/s320/PB300202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276775738376792338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNvlUS7vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yXGFkoRAj8Q/s1600-h/28112008526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNvlUS7vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yXGFkoRAj8Q/s320/28112008526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276756130772741874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... whilst occupying ourselves to retail therapy. Working can be pretty boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNw6bVxAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZEPWXo_dIJg/s1600-h/28112008528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNw6bVxAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZEPWXo_dIJg/s320/28112008528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276756153619301378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... not too bad on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUBBOOmZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LfrAxGotH48/s1600-h/PB290079.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUBBOOmZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LfrAxGotH48/s320/PB290079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276763027391027602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... we decided to go on a road trip on the second day; feels like I'm not in Penang at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUBiAzOWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SqMH0DWd9JU/s1600-h/PB290096.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUBiAzOWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SqMH0DWd9JU/s320/PB290096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276763036193077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and how much people boast about their food. Urgh, I'm not amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrkAzeb-9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ckypeOKiS1k/s1600-h/PB290098.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrkAzeb-9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ckypeOKiS1k/s320/PB290098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276780615886961618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The injured victim who was unable to work on the second day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUDhvXMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0jHN6ZS4mPU/s1600-h/PB300186.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrUDhvXMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0jHN6ZS4mPU/s320/PB300186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276763070479675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo sessions for remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcI6YcCvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1c3KWgtqA6w/s1600-h/PB300192.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcI6YcCvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1c3KWgtqA6w/s320/PB300192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771959086779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why she does that I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkEa9lEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e783XYJhCLc/s1600-h/PB300196.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkEa9lEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e783XYJhCLc/s320/PB300196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276775724173071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... all I wanted was some peace...&lt;br /&gt;but of course... I did manage to find the love of my life in Penang, in which made me a happier man in the end...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkfbrGjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YwMX4aJe6-Y/s1600-h/PB290099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrfkfbrGjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YwMX4aJe6-Y/s320/PB290099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276775731423812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's that unlucky girl you might say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcHtVi8RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PyiHajKkSK8/s1600-h/PB290142.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrcHtVi8RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PyiHajKkSK8/s320/PB290142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771938405118226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;j0nb&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;/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/32187193-8255662232859401924?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8255662232859401924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=8255662232859401924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8255662232859401924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8255662232859401924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STrNOZEMWOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/U3mdWp-QOgE/s72-c/27112008518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2310399382327484422</id><published>2008-12-06T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:36:52.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... birthdays is to remind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... that you are a better swimmer than the rest of the millions..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another tribute to my alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he had his fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes his Euphoria moment.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes diversified company.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes his Vodka Coke.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes the racist jokes in SS2.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes raiding 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes his after-party.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes his Shotgun Special Brew.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes drunk driving with GPS navigation.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he likes his&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with a lot of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he is happy... on his birthday... my good friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlupg5_25I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iFYO7Dk-X50/s1600-h/05122008541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlupg5_25I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iFYO7Dk-X50/s320/05122008541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370097928133522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... smile, you're on candid camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl0DFPeh6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/17QMNAu4O-c/s1600-h/05122008540.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl0DFPeh6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/17QMNAu4O-c/s320/05122008540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276376034736768930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... great things comes in pairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlup8opmDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lLPMpBAHZHg/s1600-h/05122008537.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlup8opmDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lLPMpBAHZHg/s320/05122008537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370105371564082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... instead of you, I got my present:P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl0De59seI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a-ZSHpivY7s/s1600-h/05122008538.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl0De59seI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a-ZSHpivY7s/s320/05122008538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276376041625858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... so did Matt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now... what else do you wish for? Another birthday perhaps:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2310399382327484422?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2310399382327484422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2310399382327484422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2310399382327484422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2310399382327484422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_2884.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlupg5_25I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iFYO7Dk-X50/s72-c/05122008541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-4390519398310421086</id><published>2008-12-06T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:59:35.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... a thousand mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;... one forgiveness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, this is not about doing anything wrong. This explains the imbalance of the common beliefs and the shortcomings of fairness and just. There is no equality... never have... and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one day I pay my dues to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;... of the rest of the 364 days of instability in which I believe it was appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloUaelalI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1QszzUAUzQE/s1600-h/25112008473.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloUaelalI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1QszzUAUzQE/s320/25112008473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363138355522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing ovation to the wonder woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloVraPRKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EdCVIkHAZZo/s1600-h/25112008510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloVraPRKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EdCVIkHAZZo/s320/25112008510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363160080565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way to a woman's heart is through a crazily priced and romantic restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloUuLDMqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g1C-kSlsMbU/s1600-h/25112008497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloUuLDMqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/g1C-kSlsMbU/s320/25112008497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363143642296994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Euphoric settings that will wanna make you rather orgasmic rather than hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloVEx8WkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4X05VgYaQhU/s1600-h/25112008500.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloVEx8WkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4X05VgYaQhU/s320/25112008500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363149711006274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... not to mention it comes with a water spitting fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqcUITZdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bon2uy9d_pw/s1600-h/25112008491.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqcUITZdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bon2uy9d_pw/s320/25112008491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276365473113662930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqcm_MLYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EuHV8YoOA-I/s1600-h/25112008494.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqcm_MLYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EuHV8YoOA-I/s320/25112008494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276365478175714690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A portion which is only fit for 1/4 of my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqc6qaS_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlhXTjxQPiQ/s1600-h/25112008480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlqc6qaS_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PlhXTjxQPiQ/s320/25112008480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276365483457268722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and here comes the dessert. Always... always get dessert. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you don't want them to nag at you after dinner:P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloU1J7FDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XgaC8ISNsDc/s1600-h/25112008506.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloU1J7FDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XgaC8ISNsDc/s320/25112008506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276363145516618802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bejim&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;... now go clean the dishes:P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-4390519398310421086?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4390519398310421086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=4390519398310421086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4390519398310421086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4390519398310421086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STloUaelalI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1QszzUAUzQE/s72-c/25112008473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-7480511564260821503</id><published>2008-12-02T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:07:14.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... tainted&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... is always new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here comes the time of recollect. I have managed to obtain serenity throughout a week of inactivity. Things were pretty eventful for the past 3 months and I was about to think that I would finally cave in. Maybe I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; it. Maybe I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;used &lt;/span&gt;to it. Maybe it&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; have to&lt;/span&gt; happen.... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetitive... same occasions, different people. This truly justifies the reason for us to have resolutions every end of the year. Therefore I refuse to commit myself to the norm and hoping for some niche differences for any time to come. I am everything, but contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone will change. I remember how I used to disagree with my very first girlfriend that people don't change. I was wrong. They do change, or should I say evolved, through the personal experiences, knowledge acquired in order to better survive in the society. Even so, I feel different, think differently, act different and thus being... indifferent. Because I believe that deep down, you're just the same old &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;from the same old cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is still the same Jon behind that stupid mineral mask and a very expensive facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlh2QMqR-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aE_MxSf2YI/s1600-h/24112008466.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlh2QMqR-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aE_MxSf2YI/s320/24112008466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356023130146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same Jon behind the vivid graphic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1oe3SW_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4UX5EqH42io/s1600-h/26112008512.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1oe3SW_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4UX5EqH42io/s320/26112008512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377776781417458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1o9ElMXI/AAAAAAAAAII/d62aJJyymDs/s1600-h/26112008514.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1o9ElMXI/AAAAAAAAAII/d62aJJyymDs/s320/26112008514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377784890241394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same Jon after shedding his skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1o7QtzGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YXu6s7EN0g4/s1600-h/01122008534.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STl1o7QtzGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YXu6s7EN0g4/s320/01122008534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377784404266082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... why the hell I went and do that? Oh well... resolutions :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-7480511564260821503?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7480511564260821503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=7480511564260821503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7480511564260821503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7480511564260821503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/STlh2QMqR-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aE_MxSf2YI/s72-c/24112008466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1612989945028967504</id><published>2008-11-24T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:21:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... fresh start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... is never fresh..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has taken me awhile; heaving from the weight upon my chest, day after day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gaze upon the reflection of my memories, I see a myriad of emotions, a kaleidoscope of distortion of actuality. All seemed so familiar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... deja vu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1612989945028967504?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1612989945028967504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1612989945028967504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1612989945028967504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1612989945028967504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-3411685755970729285</id><published>2008-11-12T03:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:56:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"... no one deserves a second chance to start over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... just an opportunity to make things right after..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have made a mistake. The mistake is&lt;strong&gt; ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my discovery in uncovering the facts, I have found myself intertwine in a very twisted plot. A long chain of deceiving acts. Just when I thought I have the situation under control, I was actually a puppet, yanked to the mastermind's bidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my pursue to seek the balance in my life, I left myself naked. I was oblivious to the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, have I not done anything wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... by leaving my guard down and being sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... by being selfish so that I can make everyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... by lying so I won't hurt anyone but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... by giving another chance to be abused by trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... by neglecting attention and handling it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did, and I won't deny it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did and I'm ashamed of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did and I can't regret about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This has indeed proven that it only takes &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;fucking hand to clap. As the opposing side wins, it would not matter. This is because I believe that this statement is untrue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you cannot trust anybody in this world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"trust everyone... as if they are your enemy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, that's more like it ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;j0nb&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/32187193-3411685755970729285?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3411685755970729285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=3411685755970729285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3411685755970729285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3411685755970729285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2842156738042109296</id><published>2008-11-09T06:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:38:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... superficial behavior...&lt;br /&gt;... that is ironically cliche..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;/i&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving all my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="inclm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A few stolen moments is all that we share&lt;br /&gt;You've got your family, and they need you there&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list&lt;br /&gt;But no other man's gonna do&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very easy, living all alone&lt;br /&gt;My friends try and tell me, find a man of my own&lt;br /&gt;But each time I try, I just break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell me we'd run away together&lt;br /&gt;Love gives you the right to be free&lt;br /&gt;You said be patient, just wait a little longer&lt;br /&gt;But that's just an old fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get ready, just a few minutes more&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get that old feeling when&lt;br /&gt;you walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight is the night, for feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other woman, is gonna love you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight is the night, that I'm feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;For you, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Craven- Promise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="inclm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You light up another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;and I pour the wine&lt;br /&gt;It's four o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and it's starting to get light&lt;br /&gt;now I'm right where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;losing track of time&lt;br /&gt;but I wish that it was still last night&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're in another world&lt;br /&gt;but I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;how can you be so far away&lt;br /&gt;lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;when I go away I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be home, I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be home, I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be home, I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A dedication to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2842156738042109296?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2842156738042109296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2842156738042109296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2842156738042109296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2842156738042109296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_1744.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-4854949678980904301</id><published>2008-11-09T02:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:37:56.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... once bitten, twice shy...&lt;br /&gt;... twice bitten, never try..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel insecure, antagonizing fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom do you trust? What do you believe? Where are the facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has never bothered me. I could not care less on what people think. People who knows me well enough, this does not affect me. Why? Sticks and stones may break my bones but words could never hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because I'm an escapist.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm denial.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I love to manipulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could believe what they wanted to believe. They could listen what they wanted to hear. They can look at what they saw... but they will never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; understand&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford to be empathetic, no longer. Neither could I try to understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me or hate me. I don't care... or maybe I stopped caring. I am for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-4854949678980904301?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4854949678980904301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=4854949678980904301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4854949678980904301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4854949678980904301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1915737025998118040</id><published>2008-11-08T03:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:36:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... falling in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... is definitely the hardest love of all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were never satisfied with the way you look. You wish you were taller, buffed. You wish that pimple or that scar would just go away. Or the extra meat on your belly would just end up either on your chest or arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says you nag too much. She complaints that you are always late. You make no sense to her. She compares you to any Tom, Dick and Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine... what if your other half is the exact replica of what you are? A metaphor that seemed so familiar, in which indeed has proven that it takes only Jesus to accept you for who you are. Sadly I was comfortable living with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or I thought I was... and the reason maybe the case that you/I could not comprehend being alone without &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you/I have left to do is to accept... and pray that it does not eat you and I alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1915737025998118040?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1915737025998118040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1915737025998118040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1915737025998118040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1915737025998118040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2760276309372846345</id><published>2008-11-07T01:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:43:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... wake me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... when October ends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRNDLSLUfDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RPipzRxn7vc/s1600-h/05112008426.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRNDLSLUfDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RPipzRxn7vc/s320/05112008426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265626250463181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A night I spent with Joe at Steven's Corner in OUG, it came to me. How long has it been since I came here? How did it went by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a week, since October. It still feel so close. So many has happened.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the good one always stays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRM0AADqCTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nf0YeSD2ceM/s1600-h/08102008397.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRM0AADqCTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nf0YeSD2ceM/s320/08102008397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265609563946223922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The early of the month started off like a maestro on a masterpiece. A rare celebration of the day I was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_7eKp-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_0evDEMhc_U/s1600-h/08102008394.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_7eKp-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_0evDEMhc_U/s320/08102008394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265609562715236322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... with the only woman who managed to tolerate 8 years of a 27 year-old  abomination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_SVii3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/URykLSM_yLM/s1600-h/08102008391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_SVii3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/URykLSM_yLM/s320/08102008391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265609551673199474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ... and of course the whole entourage of freakiest family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRM3Rp3gGWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nS08nC2ZwqY/s1600-h/08102008392.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRM3Rp3gGWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nS08nC2ZwqY/s320/08102008392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265613165762189666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was only the appetizers... did I mention the word freaky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_JFdazI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1iSSvDGhiwM/s1600-h/07102008390.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMz_JFdazI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1iSSvDGhiwM/s320/07102008390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265609549189835570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came the 3 men that made my life felt like a highway with tons traffic lights... literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMy_eEe_kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UjeN9UIIkYU/s1600-h/09102008406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMy_eEe_kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UjeN9UIIkYU/s320/09102008406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265608455311261250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the main reasons behind the anomaly of my life... yeah both of you should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRNEjkhOtzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RtsAtgR0i88/s1600-h/DSC00783.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRNEjkhOtzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RtsAtgR0i88/s320/DSC00783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265627767215404850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... what did I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwWbFDhQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_qa-LIGRX6w/s1600-h/04102008388.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwWbFDhQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_qa-LIGRX6w/s320/04102008388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265605551110456578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 3 women... in which totally changed my perceptions on women entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwV5hpT0I/AAAAAAAAADw/XaDntAtMKQU/s1600-h/03102008387.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwV5hpT0I/AAAAAAAAADw/XaDntAtMKQU/s320/03102008387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265605542103568194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See... I did not lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwWbFDhQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_qa-LIGRX6w/s1600-h/04102008388.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f57a772919158b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f57a772919158b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253300%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D1841DEC56784CCE91E654AC63C68A3B1CC4524.7133C8C389623746DADAE6400405D3EC9B18601D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f57a772919158b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqxhJMGRK_Jot284x6Ef6O_jPhK0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f57a772919158b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253300%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D1841DEC56784CCE91E654AC63C68A3B1CC4524.7133C8C389623746DADAE6400405D3EC9B18601D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f57a772919158b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqxhJMGRK_Jot284x6Ef6O_jPhK0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... this video is not suitable for minors... as it is proven that the female specimen has indeed ee von, *cough, I mean evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMy-x0VuyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XRjSBAK2zZ0/s1600-h/18102008408.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMy-x0VuyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XRjSBAK2zZ0/s320/18102008408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265608443432385314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; After the turbulence ended... with a lot of sumo bed fights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwVkvtgbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vk223dFw9_A/s1600-h/01112008424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwVkvtgbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vk223dFw9_A/s320/01112008424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265605536525418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... things have started to unwind and tuned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwVAVSSBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dqb5leiaEVs/s1600-h/01112008423.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMwVAVSSBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dqb5leiaEVs/s320/01112008423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265605526750906386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to facade myself and be "normal"...&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I hate weddings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMxphdWiMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kJBmdFluQxo/s1600-h/06112008429.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/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRMxphdWiMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kJBmdFluQxo/s320/06112008429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265606978752121026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... but injuring myself in the process. Sprained shoulder and broken knuckle is definitely a great way to end the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I wonder... if these were the good ones, the bad ones could really mean something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2760276309372846345?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f57a772919158b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2760276309372846345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2760276309372846345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2760276309372846345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2760276309372846345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SRNDLSLUfDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RPipzRxn7vc/s72-c/05112008426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-7702809444802729059</id><published>2008-11-03T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:49:23.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... irony of masochism...&lt;br /&gt;... parody of sadism..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever wondered the sufferings? Why is there pain? Degradation and humiliation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I myself pondered about it, but it seems to revolve around my life too often as it is. We either choose to live it with or be denial and pretend that it's a bed of roses. Amazingly for some people, it is their fuel to live, their purpose of their existence. My mum use to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"... Son ar... first you have to taste bitter, then you will learn how to appreciate the sweet..."&lt;/span&gt;, that coming out from my mum has to be something either really religious or makes completely no sense at all. Mockery aside, I truly find the composition makes perfect sense. Thanks ma:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the things happening around me recently made me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sadist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inflicted misery, make a mockery of certain people, and host series of drama. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;keep on coming back for more... damn masochists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw hurtful statements, they find humor.&lt;br /&gt;I push them away, they splash attention.&lt;br /&gt;I abuse them, they understand.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself, they feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the given same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a masochist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entertain me, I chose to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;They care for me, I wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;They give me peace, I seek for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself and wallow in my own misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a perfect symphony of mixed emotions... just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... but why?", they asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... you will never be happy", they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is because I just get to live my life just once, and I chose to make the most of it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...bitter sweetly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb &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/32187193-7702809444802729059?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7702809444802729059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=7702809444802729059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7702809444802729059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7702809444802729059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2565302349177943439</id><published>2008-10-23T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:34:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... unconcious incompetency...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... you don't know what you don't know... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children Learn What They Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with fairness, they learn justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright ?1972 by Dorothy Law Nolte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now... pick one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2565302349177943439?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2565302349177943439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2565302349177943439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2565302349177943439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2565302349177943439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-6118039287428374098</id><published>2008-10-19T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:34:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"... when the damage is done...&lt;br /&gt;... picking up the pieces hurts the most... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has only been a month. A month ephemeral bliss, short-lived just like the fireworks when it died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this past month, I have...&lt;br /&gt;Gained and lost a sister...&lt;br /&gt;Gained a friend and lost one...&lt;br /&gt;Gained a crush and lost trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been a month, and I'm already missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing much I could or could not change, for a fact that the things that had happen happened and words spoke to are spoken. I could not deny that there is room for doubt on the things that had occurred yet wondering if I had done it right.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a comfortable feeling to be needed and wanted. To be welcomed and admired... and when circles ended, it turns around and bites you. You are being perceived and judged, demanded and opposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fine line between right and wrong has obstruct my rationalism. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;I've done it right, but it felt so wrong. Would it had been better, if I was never in the picture in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? The glass is already broken... just sweep it up clean and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-6118039287428374098?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6118039287428374098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=6118039287428374098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6118039287428374098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6118039287428374098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-8203413795963159361</id><published>2008-10-05T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:35:04.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... when things shouldn't happen..&lt;br /&gt;... it will... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really bad. It ate my sanity. I have let myself down. The guilt, never knew it hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appearance within my current peers have caused much disaster. I ruined, I destroyed and I vanquished the stability of the common practices. In the efforts of making other people happy, I have made "other" people mad. And when you think you could please both worlds, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made really great friends, I have exposed myself to new things and I have made many huge mistakes in the process. Once again, another lesson deemed unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead guilty for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... being there for someone when I should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... being secure and mature when it is none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... being funny and kind when it is not my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... being sincere and honest and not letting anyone know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... being here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My existence is such a pain in the ass and I totally believe, I am a drama addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-8203413795963159361?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/8203413795963159361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=8203413795963159361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8203413795963159361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/8203413795963159361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-3809814402245669687</id><published>2008-10-03T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:34:00.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... it's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;... cause it has never stopped... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel wanted, and torn apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great yet tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel loved and hated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel high at the same time I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I contemplating about? I have taken each day as a great blessing. I had fun. I have a life. Does not even matter if its on a bad or a good side of it. Oh what the hell, it's  just one of those moments when you reminisce about what you have been through and you look back at it and find it extremely surreal. The flashbacks, the peak of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-actualization. And I do know what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo on my birthday and a bloody I-phone so I can keep my intimate contacts.. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I'm predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-3809814402245669687?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3809814402245669687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=3809814402245669687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3809814402245669687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3809814402245669687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-2887494814229479586</id><published>2008-09-30T19:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:37:19.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... one night in Cititel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... ten folds of chaos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seriously paced out on the days I'm in. Parties from morning till night, then night to mornings. Colorful... just colorful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my usual entry, just thought that my blog is getting rather dull with no pictures of any sort. I know not many enjoys my ideology:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea... Pictures tells a thousand words no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is... my life in the weekends... and err... after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cititel bathroom escapade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIWj9p_0UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOQ-hiFpi3Y/s1600-h/29092008381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIWj9p_0UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOQ-hiFpi3Y/s320/29092008381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251784922569363778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young girls grow fast don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIW7OqG3MI/AAAAAAAAADI/2cUzY0TrSkc/s1600-h/29092008386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIW7OqG3MI/AAAAAAAAADI/2cUzY0TrSkc/s320/29092008386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251785322270219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids... don't try this at home... it's not fucking easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIN-hU_DZI/AAAAAAAAACg/pa8UObs0g5I/s1600-h/29092008375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIN-hU_DZI/AAAAAAAAACg/pa8UObs0g5I/s320/29092008375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775483216858514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle, Lui Lui and a pedophile...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOINvL2xSjI/AAAAAAAAACY/d6RP_RWjXJ0/s1600-h/27092008373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOINvL2xSjI/AAAAAAAAACY/d6RP_RWjXJ0/s320/27092008373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775219754945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prized God sis in an event on Monday  in Midvalley. She is in the one in the middle with frizzy hair. Damn proud of her. Love you Mui:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a video on the performance:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d116e43164dba49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d116e43164dba49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253300%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D410401090B1F74F096179BB2D9B392E48A890D5.19EFA57DFD580681E354FDFC4D2D831B55343B7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd116e43164dba49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Hlh5h9cLXkjYeEC47h79639t58&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d116e43164dba49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253300%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D410401090B1F74F096179BB2D9B392E48A890D5.19EFA57DFD580681E354FDFC4D2D831B55343B7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd116e43164dba49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Hlh5h9cLXkjYeEC47h79639t58&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-2887494814229479586?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d116e43164dba49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/2887494814229479586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=2887494814229479586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2887494814229479586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/2887494814229479586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SOIWj9p_0UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOQ-hiFpi3Y/s72-c/29092008381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1464411633142473178</id><published>2008-09-29T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:33:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... it's hard trying to be someone...&lt;br /&gt;... it's even harder being yourself... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Disappointment arises when you are not what you are expected to be. Seriously I don't give 2 hoots about what people think. But what happens if you don't even like who you are in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentality of mine was never accepted and shunned. Rationalism of mine is despised and crucified. Alienated from the aspect of humanism. Best part of all, I just love to prove myself I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping I could at least sit on a fence and look things at both ways, but no... I choose to overdo things to the extent of arising confusion. It never seemed to matter, but when it starts to hurt people around you, and you think that you don't care... hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weekend has ended on a very stressed note, I can't imagine how long I can actually do this. Everything around me is getting affected for a fact of a perception of selfishness on my part. I tried to enjoy myself minus the babysitting, it was not all that bad. Only downside of this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;wanted more. I accommodated... they wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time to start&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; taking&lt;/span&gt;, then maybe I will learn how to love myself thus love everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1464411633142473178?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1464411633142473178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1464411633142473178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1464411633142473178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1464411633142473178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-5127729691322914143</id><published>2008-09-27T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:46:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... finally the dust settles...&lt;br /&gt;... um... lets kick it up again!!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All has been said and done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards was on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hypocrisy... procrastination... minus the seduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I am really out of my own league. Too tired too even pass the ball to anyone else. Just felt like letting the ball drop and roll to where ever it pleases. I hate the fights, the animosity. Just needed the tranquility for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeking tranquil since the moment I know I was deep in the game. I knew if I turn back, I turn back for good. Maybe I was not ready for that. Maybe I dig myself in deeper whenever I pulled myself out every time. And every time I manage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I finally realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game &lt;/span&gt;Goddammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah yeah... put a bullet through me... then maybe I can get some peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-5127729691322914143?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/5127729691322914143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=5127729691322914143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5127729691322914143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/5127729691322914143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1509650630680264009</id><published>2008-09-25T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:26:16.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... complications in simplicity...&lt;br /&gt;... simplified complications..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They &lt;/span&gt;can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong words, complex language engineering and beating around the bush. This is what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;allow themselves to see. This goes very well with our lives itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to make things in our lives a little complicated sometimes. How when things are pretty darn straight forward, we just have to come up with something so that it will enter through your bloody ears and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brain-fucks &lt;/span&gt;you. Amazingly, we can never have enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending our years, toiling in soil, somehow anyone with the right mind will not make things harder for us. No one... but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what basically kept us alive for so long. The curiosity, expansion on enhanced emotions and the unnecessary knowledge. We thrive for it, we hunger for it, we want it. No matter how certain some people are against it, there is no denying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;craved for the difficulty itself. We challenge the easy and worship the hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result... we improve, we grow, we learn, we earn. If not... we ain't human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but then again... I might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I'm sorry Clarence, I promised that this would be an easier one but I just could not denigrate the value of the complexity of this blog... hahaha~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1509650630680264009?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1509650630680264009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1509650630680264009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1509650630680264009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1509650630680264009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_2177.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-7951296130099917228</id><published>2008-09-25T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:29:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... things happened for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;... why the hell do I care?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This have been definitely exhilarating for the past entire month. Recalling the past week itself has been an entire nightmare. I have been trying to be subtle with my entries, many could not comprehend. I wish I could be normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... me, normal, *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been drugging myself... with a close threat to addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself involved with minors of 18s... and with almost one lower than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a real fire, saved it and out of... a bloody nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... me, subtle,  *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my initial entries was revolving around the epic endeavors I have been facing. So it really does not matter if any of my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sheeplings&lt;/span&gt; do not understand. I wish I could clarify on the details, but I rather choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I tell it straight to your face, where is the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-7951296130099917228?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/7951296130099917228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=7951296130099917228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7951296130099917228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/7951296130099917228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-3848216775993765941</id><published>2008-09-23T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:48:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...when lying is working...&lt;br /&gt;...working is lying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moment of truth never really existed whilst in the midst of only believing what you wanted to see. You were sitting there, hoping clashing of glances, mixed feelings and display of fake emotions and yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have managed to lie. We need not care to whom we were lying to, someone, ourselves. In the spur of the moment, we chose the best course of action is to be what we are not in avoidance to being judged, the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;prejudice and the ambiance of uneasiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not seemed to matter when you know deep down inside, the suffocation of truth consumes you. The demise of integrity, leaves you empty and shallow, filling the void with falsehood of surreal facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose... hard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work... &lt;/span&gt;pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-3848216775993765941?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/3848216775993765941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=3848216775993765941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3848216775993765941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/3848216775993765941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-6624165544785453868</id><published>2008-09-22T08:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:07:35.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;99.9% will choose the easiest way...&lt;br /&gt;... but the hardest way is what we hoped it is easy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have it not have happened under those circumstances, I would have not been this perplexed. The answer was obvious but we chose to ponder and giving ourselves an excuse not to pick the way that is deemed rational. Hesitation, frustration... and finally we give in... giving in to a choice that we do not want but need, do not believe but see, do not try but easy. This is a decision we believe allows us to reach our motive, whether the journey is painful or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose to be denial, unaware that it is giving a pain that is sublime, in which result to numbness towards the sensitivity of others. This immunity allows you to think rationally, act maturely and see clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one tiny glint of thought in the corner of everyone's mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;What if....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That glint of hope is the beacon that will give us a memory that will last us a lifetime... and a lifetime of regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;j0nb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-6624165544785453868?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/6624165544785453868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=6624165544785453868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6624165544785453868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/6624165544785453868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-4698822943071044926</id><published>2008-09-18T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:59:44.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"... everyone has a price tag...&lt;br /&gt;...mine's just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pricier&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement is unrelated to any financial status quo. This is just to say that &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; personally believe, anyone, just everyone, can be manipulated. I wouldn't have got myself a RM452 hairdo today if I was not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sucker for the same reason as always, and seriously, I don't need any of you to remind me of my incapability to resist my apparent downfall. Hence this has made me realized that, everyone is either being suckered, sucked, or sucking-up to either something/ someone. That's pretty a lot of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sucking&lt;/span&gt; I might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder... what's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; price tag...? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247700271818836098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNOTl_17iII/AAAAAAAAACQ/m72E2q-DjPQ/s320/18092008370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Things would have been alot easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="left"&gt;j0nb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/32187193-4698822943071044926?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/4698822943071044926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=4698822943071044926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4698822943071044926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/4698822943071044926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNOTl_17iII/AAAAAAAAACQ/m72E2q-DjPQ/s72-c/18092008370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32187193.post-1403751114614048274</id><published>2008-09-17T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:47:52.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"... out of the fire, into the furnace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... doesn't mean I didn't like what I saw..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone just needs a little push, if not by decision to make certain mistakes in their life in which in a cost of eternity remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but at that very moment... did I like what I was doing?&lt;br /&gt;... it was and always been a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it is not to an astonishment in someones lives that we petty humans set a certain principality, a certain benchmark, a guideline and a zen of life to follow by in order that what we expect at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end of the road&lt;/span&gt; is what is expected in the end... Seriously, you are not buying that are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... we choose to live the best of today, enjoy tonight and fuck tomorrow. It happens to the best of us, cause if it did not happened to you, you better start living dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How about tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at my face... Do you think I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247073142584596194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNFZORY_VuI/AAAAAAAAACE/H94BdYkaXlY/s320/12092008362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The face of a remorseful man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;j0nb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32187193-1403751114614048274?l=sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/feeds/1403751114614048274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32187193&amp;postID=1403751114614048274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1403751114614048274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32187193/posts/default/1403751114614048274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheetsofsheeps.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Enigma of Rhapsodies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622570800964582018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNDkO4I9n8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wPhIrbiKm-w/S220/jon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF1sLCMtBnU/SNFZORY_VuI/AAAAAAAAACE/H94BdYkaXlY/s72-c/12092008362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
