<?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-866926125249679502</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:24:27.907-07:00</updated><category term='adapted by my brother'/><title type='text'>jacktaris-saint</title><subtitle type='html'>We are slackers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7819155030128982826</id><published>2010-08-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:57:13.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogman's love song</title><content type='html'>1.everytime i see you, i will always remember the smile of yours. on how should i be living my life with a smile when hardships arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.do anything for the one you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.you dont have to learn martial arts for self defence. but just use what you know to defend for the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.i really want to know your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is wrong with the world nowadays? why does such situations happen and leaving everyone stunned? If more negative incidents were to arise, my heart..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.to tell you the truth, some of your actions hurts internally. on the superficial basis, it may be only to help me but on inner basis, it lets my heart pumped with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.let me protect you whenever possible. cant let you suffer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.sometimes, i just really wish that i can talk face to face with you and not indirectly with the usuage of msn, etc. Really want to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.i wonder how are you doing currently. didnt chat with you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. every time i look at my messages, i will always be reminded of you. how you have made me laugh, help each other and the memories are imprinted in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.do anything for the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.even though i may be over the sea very soon, our hearts will always stay connected. helping each other in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.even though its only via sms, i am still glad that there is still a way of communication between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.it seems that everytime we have a chat, my heart is delirious with joy. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.i really want to know your name even though i See yOu everyday and hardly TAlked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.i want to see you everyday. every time i meet you, something within my heart is attracted to your aura. i am going to believe that you will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.your bitterness....i can feel it....i will help you even though you may not like it....i cant change how you feel but i will be there to encourage you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.sometimes i just really wonder, will i be able to see your smile forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.getting something unique is the best present that anyone could want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FROG AH FROG! stop doing the wall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-7819155030128982826?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/7819155030128982826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/08/frogmans-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7819155030128982826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7819155030128982826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/08/frogmans-love-song.html' title='Frogman&apos;s love song'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7184214243824199656</id><published>2010-08-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:55:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes the world is just so unforgiving so much so that we forget and lose ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;why are humans the root of our own problems???&lt;br /&gt;arent we supposed to carve our own paths?&lt;br /&gt;the moment you let go of your dreams is the moment you let go of your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-7184214243824199656?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/7184214243824199656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-world-is-just-so-unforgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7184214243824199656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7184214243824199656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-world-is-just-so-unforgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-2781336828730147761</id><published>2010-04-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:43:00.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have given up on this...I think i had stand it enough. It's time to let go what must be let go and forget what must be forgotten. Bye to my old past and painful memories and i should look forward to the future and concentrate on the present if god allows. The only reason i regret now what is the reason for the 180 degrees change in attitude in a day towards me. I really had no idea what i had done and even if i had , i had apologize and tried making up for it , but to no avail. So this should be the only way out , by giving up and forgetting. Of course it's always not easy to forget but i had given up. Maybe somehow, i feel that if i hold on any longer, it will be disastrous and of course it already is now. I do not want to be angry and hurt anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-2781336828730147761?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/2781336828730147761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-given-up-on-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2781336828730147761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2781336828730147761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-given-up-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7206403096454628762</id><published>2010-04-12T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:40:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Type using google translate. Move your mouse over to read it in english. Though the translation is lousy and not does not have much grammatically corrected english , it is still read-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.7em; margin-bottom: 5px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span title="i am feeling very disappointed sad and angry at the same time."&gt;私は気持ちは非常に悲しみと怒りを同時にがっかり。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="How can you call me a stalker when you did not even try to understand me, Infuriated by you."&gt;どのようにあなたは私ストーカーするときにも私を理解するには、で怒り爆発しようとしなかった呼び出すことができます。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="When i saw you sitting at your place and talking with other friends and all happy with smiles and laughter , but the cold expression when i chat with you."&gt;とき私はあなたの場所に座って見て、他の友達と、すべての幸せと話して笑顔と笑いが、冷たい顔が私はあなたとのチャット。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="It just leaves a scar in my heart that you are treating me this way."&gt;それはちょうど私の心で、あなたは私にこの方法を扱っている傷跡を残します。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="You only find me when you don't know how to do your homework or finding out about the homework for the day."&gt;場合にのみどのようにあなたの宿題をするのか分からない、1日の宿題について調べることに私を見つける。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="You only find me when you need help , treating me like a tool."&gt;あなたは私を見つけるときにヘルプが必要な、ツールのように私を扱っています。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="But of course you had also helped me to some extent and i am also grateful to you."&gt;しかし、もちろんあなたも私もあなたに感謝してある程度と私助けていた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="But is our relationship just this?"&gt;しかし、私たちの関係はちょうどこの？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Even other people have a better relationship with you but i strives so hard and all it comes down is to this."&gt;も他の人々はしかし、私はあなたとより良い関係があるので、ハードすべてがダウンこれには来る努めています。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="i just don't understand all these that is happening."&gt;私はちょうど理解していない、これらすべてのことが起こっている。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Maybe it's fate that it had to be like this."&gt;多分それは運命が、このようにしなければならなかったです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="I just didn't stand a chance at all with you."&gt;私はまったくあなたとチャンスを立っていない。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="This is life."&gt;これが人生だ。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="There is something you can never get no matter how hard we strive and work."&gt;私たちが努力する方法、一生懸命働いてあなたが問題を得ることができる何かがある。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="God just had to made me like you without even giving me a chance to be with you."&gt;神はあなたのようにも私にチャンスをあなたと一緒に与えることなく、私を作ったしなければならなかった。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="translit" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.35em; padding-top: 0.7em; text-align: left;"&gt;watashi wa kimochi wa hijō ni kanashimi to ikari wo dōjini gakkari . dono yō ni anata wa watashi sutōkāsuru toki ni mo watashi wo rikai suru ni wa , de ikari bakuhatsu shiyo u to shi naka~tsu ta yobidasu koto ga deki masu . toki watashi wa anata no basho ni suwa~tsu te mi te , ta no tomodachi to , subete no shiawase to hanashi te egao to warai ga , tsumetai kao ga watashi wa anata to no chatto . sore wa chōdo watashi no kokoro de , anata wa watashi ni kono hōhō wo atsuka~tsu te iru kizuato wo nokoshi masu . baai ni nomi dono yō ni anata no shukudai wo suru no ka wakara nai , 1nichi no shukudai nitsuite shiraberu koto ni watashi wo mitsukeru . anata wa watashi wo mitsukeru toki ni herupu ga hitsuyō na , tsūru no yō ni watashi wo atsuka~tsu te i masu . shikashi , mochiron anata mo watashi mo anata ni kansha shi te aruteido to watashi tasuke te i ta . shikashi , watashi tachi no kankei wa chōdo kono ？ mo ta no hitobito wa shikashi , watashi wa anata to yori yoi kankei ga aru node , hādo subete ga daun kore ni wa kitaru tsutome te i masu . watashi wa chōdo rikai shi te i nai , korera subete no koto ga oko~tsu te iru . tabun sore wa unmei ga , kono yō ni shi nakere ba nara naka~tsu ta desu . watashi wa mattaku anata to chansu wo ta~tsu te i nai . kore ga jinsei da . watashi tachi ga doryoku suru hōhō , isshōkenmei hatarai te anata ga mondai wo eru koto ga dekiru nani ka ga aru . kami wa anata no yō ni mo watashi ni chansu wo anata to issho ni ataeru koto naku , watashi wo tsuku~tsu ta shi nakere ba nara naka~tsu ta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-7206403096454628762?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/7206403096454628762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/04/type-using-google-translate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7206403096454628762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7206403096454628762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/04/type-using-google-translate.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-2289314697312557514</id><published>2010-03-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:38:46.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of mine</title><content type='html'>4 years in an instant. Passed like the speed of light-3*10^8(hideously fast)...Been through a lot since the first day i steeped into this school. Experience a lot , nice memories after-all , thank you to god. You have been in my class for all 4 years. But i feel like this year is the only year i get to met you and know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall back to the first time i met you , calling you &amp;nbsp;'rabbit tooth' . Just being childish and didn't realise it hurts and annoyed you. I think i haven't even apologize to you after so long. I'm so sorry , please forgive me from the bottom of my heart. LOL. It's kind of late to say this now but just want to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i didn't do all that last time , things might have changed now. Its was just grotesque foolishness of me to do all that and i really regrets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just let nature take it's toll for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-2289314697312557514?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/2289314697312557514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2289314697312557514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2289314697312557514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-mine.html' title='Memories of mine'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-2677029845712804336</id><published>2010-03-13T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:03:23.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physically , my heart is warm.&lt;div&gt;However , i felt cold and empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dream that seems to last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who knows when u might wake up from it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future is always enclosed in darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows whether we might get knock down while crossing the road tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows whether some accidents will happen in the near future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream is never reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We born with nature and go with nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should treasure our time in this dream, for it may be the last dream that we will ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live for life , and Life will live for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should always embed this deeply in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However , this seems impossible for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For i , live for you , but you ignore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just being naive and of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm utterly stupid,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for i've fallen for you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5573672584625246499</id><published>2010-03-08T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:38:04.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in Singapore</title><content type='html'>I walked through this piece of land, surrounded by trees.&lt;br /&gt;The wind gently swift through the air , quietness surrounds the land,&lt;br /&gt;creating a serenity atmosphere that warmly embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle winds make the leave rust and fall slowly , slowly drifting to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I stood still in the middle of this land , gasp at the beautiful sight right before me.&lt;br /&gt;My mind became as still as water , my heart became as clear as crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only one wish for that moment , forgetting all my desires in this world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in exchange for this 1 wish&amp;nbsp;that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish---I want to share this beautiful sight with you &amp;nbsp;and hope that time stops there for me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5573672584625246499?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5573672584625246499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/autumn-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5573672584625246499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5573672584625246499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/autumn-in-singapore.html' title='Autumn in Singapore'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-3869674255552780681</id><published>2010-03-07T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:19:52.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Process of waiting</title><content type='html'>Though you said it clearly and directly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you never hold any feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for you , waiting for you to accept me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all i have decided to wait for you, because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgetting about you is just too impossible and painful for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that i never had any chances to begin with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm willing to wait and hope that there might be a slightest glimpse of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm prepared to embrace myself for the your rejection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i knew this , still i'm willing to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is thoroughly bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever and ever......&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/866926125249679502-3869674255552780681?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/3869674255552780681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/though-you-said-it-clearly-and-directly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3869674255552780681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3869674255552780681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/though-you-said-it-clearly-and-directly.html' title='Process of waiting'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-8136522200984804524</id><published>2010-03-03T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:59:25.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It's so painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I hope someone, someone out there in this endless vast world understands the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Just surviving for a day , it's frustrating , painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You stabbed my heart with your words , I try not to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I try to act normally , but you are the one who made the situation more awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;This morning , i walked to school with the maroon sky above me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;The sky look so beautiful , an ultimate combination of maroon with the vast ocean of grayish-blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At the same time , it brings out a hollow feeling , a deep and hollow feeling that no one would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It resonates through my heart, corresponding with it , pitied it , and share my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIWmMZRQ5PQ/S45erqrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImfoQc4F8fE/s1600-h/maroon+sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIWmMZRQ5PQ/S45erqrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImfoQc4F8fE/s400/maroon+sky.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;credits to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="currentContextLink" data-ywa-name="Context Title" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scatteredview/" id="contextLink_stream51197823@N00" style="color: #0063dc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;scatteredView's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;for photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I tried to divert all my focus by indulging myself with piles of school work, to forget about all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;But is it really so easy to forget all of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I think after all , i will still like you regardless of what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I will just let time take it's course until my memories of you becomes so vague,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that i no longer remember anything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Of course this is going to take years , while i suffered silently everyday,&amp;nbsp;keeping all of this as silent as i could .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-8136522200984804524?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/8136522200984804524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-so-painful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/8136522200984804524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/8136522200984804524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-so-painful.html' title='Pains'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIWmMZRQ5PQ/S45erqrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImfoQc4F8fE/s72-c/maroon+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1963097516484276339</id><published>2010-03-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:00:38.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting-Ending Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Though i act as if nothing had happened , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Deep inside , unspeakable words tormented me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Art of 1 tear flowing? Art of crying? No more of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;It's become art of watery eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Wanted to cry , but tears just wont flow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Pain , agony , filled me up to the brim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;This is more than words can describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I feel like screaming out loud , how painful it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;But consequences just got the better of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Physical pain ? It can never be compared to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Feeling pain , but noting can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Feeling frustrated , but i can't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Feeling sad , i can't expressed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;All i can do is to swallow all of this, deep down in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Bury all of it in 1 corner and try to forget about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;But reality isn't as forgiving as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Some things just can't be forgotten ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;They will forever be in your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;tormenting us till the day we bring it down to our graves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGXOhwpdJHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGXOhwpdJHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Eternally...hope this will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtixarJd7Mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtixarJd7Mw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/866926125249679502-1963097516484276339?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1963097516484276339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/though-i-act-as-if-nothing-had-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1963097516484276339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1963097516484276339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/though-i-act-as-if-nothing-had-happened.html' title='The Starting-Ending Point'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-4584002780261621801</id><published>2010-03-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:45:17.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Why don't you just reject me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are leaving me in a state of confoundedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave me hanging in mid air please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you just say everything out clearly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's obviously better than now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you knew how i feel about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as i said before , you show no signs of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you never like me , than stop helping me when i request for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like me , than show some expressions when communicating, not a straight face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls are just difficult to understand........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-4584002780261621801?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/4584002780261621801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-dont-you-just-reject-me-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/4584002780261621801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/4584002780261621801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-dont-you-just-reject-me-you-are.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-3773068611817688415</id><published>2010-02-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:03:47.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What life means to me</title><content type='html'>People may say teenagers maybe too young to be engross in emotions/feelings and relationship.&lt;div&gt;Of course you may listen to this and run away from somethings in life when it comes to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to me, life is about living to the fullest extent, trying our very best to overcome obstacles that may appear in front of us and accept everything that life has to offer. Feelings come and goes, and that is very certain. But as of now, i shall prioritize on my o'lvls but i should also accept the challenges in life at the same time , not running away from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years down the road , i may laugh at myself , why for being so silly, and done things that i shouldn't have. But without this , we may lose out some life lessons , experience , that comes along with it. Life&lt;b&gt; isn't about living to the very perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; But experience most things and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there are still things that we must do &lt;b&gt;now so as to live a better life later , to experience more things in life that will only comes with the things we does now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years down the road , if i didn't did the things i wanted to do now, i may ask myself '' Why did i not do this? I just miss out on a great portion on life that has to be offered.''. If we only did things that is according to what is right and what is wrong, you may find yourself missing from most things in life , living an empty life. Of course , there are still things that shouldn't be done like theft , arson , drugs , assaulting, mostly related to crimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;However, there are many things that doesn't have a TRUE answer. What is right on the surface may be wrong in a deeper sense and vice-versa.  There are things that should be experienced by yourself and not by listening to others. Through this , you may realised that your decision is wrong and you should have listened, but this is life. Life is mostly about regretting mistakes that we shouldn't have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all these experiences, it will gives us a better decision making skills too. Imagined if we always listen to others, you never learned a thing. We gradually become more reliant  on people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for their decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know it's wrong if you never try? Just like mathematics , if you won't attempt to solve a problem , of course it will always be wrong, but what if you attempt and got the answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly , i have always like this quote '' &lt;b&gt;You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.&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/866926125249679502-3773068611817688415?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/3773068611817688415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-life-means-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3773068611817688415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3773068611817688415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-life-means-to-me.html' title='What life means to me'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7740248037934167430</id><published>2010-02-24T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:59:56.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Today is the day i longed for , exited about this ,&lt;div&gt; but at the same time , fear and dread possess me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ask me whether i like her, i said 'maybe?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ask her whether she likes me , she said 'maybe?' or remain quiet about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did i have to say maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe considering the situation , the word 'maybe' is best suited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 'maybe' is not a define answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We expect an answer for something out of nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like 'anything' , you demand for a decision by not demanding for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't we just say out a clear-cut answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more pondering, doesn't need to think about right or wrong,Yes or no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How simple is that? Nobody really knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clear-cut answer, it save us from the agony of curiosity, that is certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all we are still creatures that let emotions decide for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not based on logic and or thinking, but intuition that is born into us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should not have said 'maybe' , but yes, as a matter of fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rticiprxLA8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7740248037934167430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-3224881513855430307</id><published>2010-02-23T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:20:02.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of emotions</title><content type='html'>Today was the annual cross-country that i much dreaded.&lt;div&gt;However when i saw you , you lighted up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything which seems insurmountable and impossible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed after i saw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me the strength to jog, to run , and to accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had started running before me,estimated of 20 minutes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only running 3.2km for girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took up the challenge of catching up to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you complete the cross-country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon hearing the bang of the starting pistol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are all i had in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through sheer determination,by thinking of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught up to you in the half length of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up the prize that is awarded to top 10 runners,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in exchange for the time given so that i can walk with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew if i run, nothing could detered me from winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's god's decision for the situation to be awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting a conversation was just out of the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time was so short that before i realise it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had come to the end of the race, without much conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway , i'm satisfied with just that alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-3224881513855430307?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/3224881513855430307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-of-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3224881513855430307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3224881513855430307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-of-emotions.html' title='Power of emotions'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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to wait , i do not mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, i had waited for few years already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However you are so cold-hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can forget your feelings so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look so near to me , yet so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always look out for you from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However bad u treated me , i do not hope anything to happen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you are still my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTHjcIaT1AQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTHjcIaT1AQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/however-bad-u-treat-me-i-do-not-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7271954231014471739</id><published>2010-02-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:01:12.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had realise why my eyes becomes watery whenever i heard this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gaj8Z8NxR3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gaj8Z8NxR3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Some of it reflected parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;It was some predictions that deep in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;,i knew it was going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;Even before that happens , whenever i listen to this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;it made me cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Maybe it's just fate.I am bound to this song in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-7271954231014471739?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/7271954231014471739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-realise-why-my-eyes-becomes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7271954231014471739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7271954231014471739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-realise-why-my-eyes-becomes.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-8743534232622379997</id><published>2010-02-19T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:02:07.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish we could stay as one</title><content type='html'>I am deeply sadden by what i have read.. &lt;div&gt;         deeply antagonize by you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you have told me , to me was important , but it was all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't understand how i felt about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While i have been hinting to you all these times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You neither accept nor reject , which gave me a glimpse of hope , a glimpse of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However when i search deeper into you , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the light gradually diminished until total darkness surrounds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I search frantically for you , but you never came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears flow down my eyes , like stars falling from the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise i didn't even stand a chance in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding the affections all these years , was in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-8743534232622379997?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/8743534232622379997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-deeply-sadden-by-what-i-have-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/8743534232622379997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/8743534232622379997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-deeply-sadden-by-what-i-have-read.html' title='I wish we could stay as one'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-2772614153654699335</id><published>2009-05-22T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:10:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its difficult to understand the sum of a person's life&lt;br /&gt;some people will tell you it is measured by the one's left behind&lt;br /&gt;some believe it can be measured by faith&lt;br /&gt;some say by love&lt;br /&gt;other folks say life has no meaning at all&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you measure yourself by the people who measured themselves by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;find the joy in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;close your eyes and let the waters take you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-2772614153654699335?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/2772614153654699335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2772614153654699335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2772614153654699335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-7709109369018607509</id><published>2009-05-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:23:57.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers of my symphony</title><content type='html'>love songs ever to resonate through the cadence of the arrival of angels&lt;br /&gt;here goes a prayer..&lt;br /&gt;where there hatred , let me sow love&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury pardon ;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt , faith ;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair , hope ;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness , light ;&lt;br /&gt;And where there is sadness , joy.&lt;br /&gt;with a hole in my heart....., i gaze at the eternal abyss&lt;br /&gt;as if an angel beckoning with its wings invitingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-7709109369018607509?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/7709109369018607509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/05/prayers-of-my-symphony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7709109369018607509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/7709109369018607509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/05/prayers-of-my-symphony.html' title='prayers of my symphony'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-6461287732293085293</id><published>2009-05-15T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:02:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sapped</title><content type='html'>Am I or am i not to say that im actually starting to be sort of being enigmatic?&lt;br /&gt;work piling up..&lt;br /&gt;stress building up..&lt;br /&gt;life isnt getting any better&lt;br /&gt;i shall believe in myself in every way before i get too shaken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-6461287732293085293?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1868303306440083397</id><published>2009-04-27T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:42:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>familiarity</title><content type='html'>It was parched, it was booming with majestical power deep within and yet ever so peculiar that it only belonged to someone, and that person only.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known who it was putting my doldrums to existence.&lt;br /&gt;it was familiar.&lt;br /&gt;it sounded so nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;It was deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;It put me to a halt in my actions&lt;br /&gt;devoid of all the surrounding THEATRICAL movements.&lt;br /&gt;yes it was..&lt;br /&gt;a cry to expectations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-1868303306440083397?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1868303306440083397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/familiarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1868303306440083397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1868303306440083397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/familiarity.html' title='familiarity'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-53765593798802422</id><published>2009-04-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:27:07.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>always a song that is of sentimental value to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends Are For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtGF2m102Wg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtGF2m102Wg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-53765593798802422?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/53765593798802422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-song-that-is-of-sentimental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/53765593798802422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/53765593798802422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-song-that-is-of-sentimental.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-52784229293691446</id><published>2009-04-23T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:40:51.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adapted by my brother'/><title type='text'>The Day That Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>My physical body stayed rooted to the chair but my mind longs for freedom. Suddenly my brain obliges. My spirit finally breaks out of its prison cell. I swoop with mental wings into the abyss of red of the sun. As life in the paradise of the imaginary world of the painting beckons invitingly, I wave back at the vessel of my spirit but I do not look back. I know what would happen to it . It would just be part of another statistic shelved away and forgotten in Woodbridge Hospital. But this lifeless vessel was the least of my worries. In fact I now have none. I take flight towards the eternally setting sun with the birds along side. This newfound freedom is meant to be treasured. This defining moment of my new lease of life is meant to be embraced. Even the sounds of the waves are left behind as i take charge of this new life, this permanent liberation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-52784229293691446?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/52784229293691446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-that-changed-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/52784229293691446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/52784229293691446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-that-changed-my-life.html' title='The Day That Changed My Life'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-3867259303329950625</id><published>2009-04-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:25:10.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the good People?</title><content type='html'>This statement is generalisation.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel the confusion between the two&lt;br /&gt;i would like to separate these two distinctively as good or bad people&lt;br /&gt;No doubt there are people who are selfish , insolent , greedy or thinks that he possess higher superiority than others.&lt;br /&gt;But I think there are still people who can be selfless and generous.&lt;br /&gt;Who am i to think of people of such a way, a sinful and critical way?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesnt make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;if you are selfish, learn to make up to others and be generous&lt;br /&gt;if you are greedy, pick yourself up from this pit of ruins and be selfless&lt;br /&gt;it is not others, its always self realisation.&lt;br /&gt;A question brought to many with alittle justice done beforehand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-3867259303329950625?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/3867259303329950625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-good-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3867259303329950625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3867259303329950625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-good-people.html' title='Where are the good People?'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-2363159164359807095</id><published>2009-04-21T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:25:52.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Singlish??</title><content type='html'>How does one ever define  "speak good english"? Is it only a language fit for us to let others understand us or is it an intricate code to be deciphered.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the cloak of anonymity,but however, i think everyone should have the freedom to speak english to an extent that can be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to a middle-class society and taking in that Singapore has revolutionised to a tourist mecca. These two reasons work hand in hand to accentuate the need to speaking good english.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot allow outsiders to picture, us , singaporeans as poorly educated. Contrary to that, we have to constantly improve our own english diction.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be one who indulges in reading.&lt;br /&gt;But, as a student , education is important. Almost every exam paper is set under an english medium. Education itself is life and there is a constant need to improve to feed this growing life.&lt;br /&gt;i think that we have the potential to accomplish speaking good english&lt;br /&gt;We just need to be accustomed to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-2363159164359807095?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/2363159164359807095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-singlish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2363159164359807095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/2363159164359807095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-singlish.html' title='No Singlish??'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5980882093888106101</id><published>2009-04-20T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:33:19.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snubs</title><content type='html'>there are alot of people who think they can judge other people's smartness but they arent any better themselves&lt;br /&gt;i wish someone could wake them up from their ignorance&lt;br /&gt;i despise people who look down on others, it totally disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;im sure i will be a thorn in his flesh for the rest of his life and give him a treatment of sacarsm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5980882093888106101?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5980882093888106101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/snubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5980882093888106101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5980882093888106101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/snubs.html' title='snubs'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1721332080330877661</id><published>2009-04-18T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:30:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realm of boredom</title><content type='html'>The question is what should i focus on?&lt;br /&gt;studies only..?&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more to do..&lt;br /&gt;lazing around really makes one mind wonder&lt;br /&gt;thats how people get into several situations of crime&lt;br /&gt;my answer is just not to take a rest anymore&lt;br /&gt;work your brains out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-1721332080330877661?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1721332080330877661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/realm-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1721332080330877661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1721332080330877661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/realm-of-boredom.html' title='realm of boredom'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5558267225545397686</id><published>2009-04-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:57:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As a young boy, I was unclear of what education could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;times has changed, i am a teenager now,i am clear and sober about what education can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i have an aim, a goal, a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;its now april and only to know that what remains are just several ominous months ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;impending near to the great fearful As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;surely,i knew there was a way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but what was it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it mirrored a coincidence of a mirage emerging from an endless desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;where all hopes have been dashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;only to save the savagery by a weak strand of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;with a desperate desire to find that oasis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a paradise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it contains just that pool of glistening and sparkling waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;draped by the veils and streams of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but, how would i find my own stream of hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the undying strong deep desire in search of my own stream of water - oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;disappointed i might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i should be able to force a smile? or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;why am i going through all these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;all just for an exam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;an all deciding exam to pass an ambiguous judgement to my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what i have left is just several months ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;several hopeful months to have sufficient rest, composure and revision to ensure that i do not fail my ambitions and expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5558267225545397686?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5558267225545397686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/embrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5558267225545397686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5558267225545397686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/embrace.html' title='embrace'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-635618077712157300</id><published>2009-04-16T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:39:56.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacktaris here.I'm  finally back after weeks of busy scheldule.Well, did anyone heard of Utada Hikaru newest album?One word to describe it...AWESOME!..Well i'm going to post some youtube links for your to enjoy it at the end of the post. There is a furter good news and that is......I HAVE FINALLY QUIT MY CCA....hahahaha. After years of long battle, i could'nt stand it anymore so i decided to quit from it.Tomorrow is the 1st friday after Good Friday and it is'nt going to be as smooth as Good Friday.What awaits tomorrow is a Social Study test and a amazing amount of 50 words vocab test.If i do not post again after tomorrow, wish me luck please.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some links for utada hikaru newest album: This Is The One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Back To Me           :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceWiVfC39Fs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceWiVfC39Fs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple and Cinnamon      :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QI67McuGm-I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QI67McuGm-I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence FYI :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU1QSgcrFXI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU1QSgcrFXI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This One ( Crying Like A Child ) :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYHFx7IOC_w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYHFx7IOC_w&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking My Money Back                :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJzabYgkhHU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJzabYgkhHU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Muero                                        :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxruV1xaTuY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxruV1xaTuY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utada- On And On                         :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QuBMByodnw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QuBMByodnw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos are not posted by me and please give credits to the user who post all the songs.thank you and have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-635618077712157300?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/635618077712157300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/jacktaris-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/635618077712157300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/635618077712157300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/04/jacktaris-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5186290290789514708</id><published>2009-03-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:05:32.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Brought Me Here</title><content type='html'>It's been a long and winding journey But I'm finally here tonight Picking up the pieces And walking back into the light Into the sunset of your glory Where my heart and future lies There's nothing like that feeling When I look into your eyes My dreams came true When I found you I found you My miracle If you could see what I see That you're the answer to my prayers And if you could feel the tenderness I feel You would know It would be clear That angels brought me here Standing here before you Feels like I've been born again Every breath is your love Every heartbeat speaks your name My dreams came true Right here in front of you My miracle If you could see what I see You're the answer to my prayers And if you could feel the tenderness I feel You would know It would be clear That angels brought me here Brought me here to be with you I'll be forever grateful Forever thankful My dreams came true When I found you My miracle If you could see what I see You're the answer to my prayer If you could feel the tenderness I feel You would know It would be clear That angels brought me here If you could see what I see You're the answer to my prayer (Yes they brought me here) And if you could feel the tenderness I feel You would know It would be clear That angels brought me here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5186290290789514708?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5186290290789514708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-brought-me-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5186290290789514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5186290290789514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-brought-me-here.html' title='Angels Brought Me Here'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5978383120492461040</id><published>2009-03-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:10:38.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of temporary exaltation</title><content type='html'>here i am..once again...&lt;br /&gt;freely gasping in my mind to remind myself that the holidays are coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;however there is still one day left...yay..&lt;br /&gt;this brief moment.. is exactly what i need to clear my serrated dessicated feelings..&lt;br /&gt;i sit..awaiting,with my voraciousness to taste the sweet fruits to be beared , not worm infested, conversely, the fruit of labour filled with sweet victory for that fated day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5978383120492461040?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5978383120492461040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-temporary-exaltation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5978383120492461040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5978383120492461040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-temporary-exaltation.html' title='end of temporary exaltation'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-3705597022744079357</id><published>2009-02-23T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:48:53.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE in ROCKCLIMBING</title><content type='html'>what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;life there can be described as mundane and plaintitive&lt;br /&gt;i love galivanting and doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, im met with interesting characters&lt;br /&gt;some of which frogman, bamboo girl and J*e*&lt;br /&gt;i proclaim war with them because they are all so antagonizing to my life&lt;br /&gt;they canter inhibitiedly..&lt;br /&gt;Very very immaculate taste in hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;jerking off with a horde of little boys&lt;br /&gt;and... screaming like a .....ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-3705597022744079357?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/3705597022744079357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-rockclimbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3705597022744079357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/3705597022744079357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-rockclimbing.html' title='LIFE in ROCKCLIMBING'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1534426438739575788</id><published>2009-02-21T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:38:43.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading a STRESSFULL LIFE</title><content type='html'>The day after next is is the day that starts my stressfull week.It is filled with infinity numbers of test and work.I'm hoping for the days to past peacefully withouht any trouble rising out of the already troubled days.Some of the readers reading this blog may also be facing difficulties now in the down turning economy.Please do not ever give up is what i wanna say to all of the people facing crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-1534426438739575788?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1534426438739575788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/leading-stressfull-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1534426438739575788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1534426438739575788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/leading-stressfull-life.html' title='Leading a STRESSFULL LIFE'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1916999979125439195</id><published>2009-02-20T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:29:46.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seated Hopes</title><content type='html'>disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;the only pail of water to douse my every deep-seated glow of hopes.&lt;br /&gt;i get undesirable stress that swarms in my head selfishly&lt;br /&gt;the epitome of darkness swells in my mind condensed into different horrors&lt;br /&gt;there still lies an inextricable link to be excavated  from this pile of bleah bleah bleah&lt;br /&gt;LOL...Rawr~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-1916999979125439195?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1916999979125439195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/seated-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1916999979125439195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1916999979125439195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/seated-hopes.html' title='Seated Hopes'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5217969770986871926</id><published>2009-02-15T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:43:42.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEATWAVE</title><content type='html'>there seem to be an influence on singapore as well from the forest fires that happened in australia.&lt;br /&gt;the heat is terrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5217969770986871926?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5217969770986871926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/heatwave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5217969770986871926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5217969770986871926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/heatwave.html' title='HEATWAVE'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-1496132885904375840</id><published>2009-02-12T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:08:33.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPP exercise</title><content type='html'>It was an energetic affair when this school event started&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the announcement..&lt;br /&gt;the hectic bustle began. Nearly everyone in each class picked out garbage bags and covered the sides of the class thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;however stuffy and uncomfortable we felt,it was still an enriching experience for us&lt;br /&gt;probably it was because lessons were disrupted..&lt;br /&gt;soon after,the merrymaking and a happy banter pervade the air as we killed time with that thought&lt;br /&gt;it soon ended quickly then i thought..&lt;br /&gt;this preludes our temporary hail of happiness but i think that it is rather important for the knowledge of such emergency practices&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-1496132885904375840?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/1496132885904375840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipp-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1496132885904375840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/1496132885904375840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipp-exercise.html' title='IPP exercise'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-6082284881809802794</id><published>2009-02-10T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:40:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More treacherous days ahead</title><content type='html'>3 words ...assignments,tests, and results&lt;br /&gt;what could be more stressful than that&lt;br /&gt;giving up shouldnt even exist as it would turn us to undue failures&lt;br /&gt;however heres a thought..valentines day is coming&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest...happy being bachelors and bacholerettes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-6082284881809802794?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/6082284881809802794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-treacherous-days-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/6082284881809802794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/6082284881809802794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-treacherous-days-ahead.html' title='More treacherous days ahead'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-4972985566209187032</id><published>2009-02-07T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:57:36.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deepest desire...</title><content type='html'>as we continue to have abnormal sleeping hours due to the proliferations of tests and homework&lt;br /&gt;the drudgery couldnt be anymore worse..&lt;br /&gt;this would be a test of perseverance..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-4972985566209187032?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/4972985566209187032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/deepest-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/4972985566209187032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/4972985566209187032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/deepest-desire.html' title='deepest desire...'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-606881880359876766</id><published>2009-02-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:57:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>Omg...today i realise a horible thing.I failed my E-maths test the first time in 3 years! I wonder if luck is getting any better for me this year..Sad. I'm going to reved up my engine and study hard this year to make up for my loss of luck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-606881880359876766?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/606881880359876766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish-me-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/606881880359876766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/606881880359876766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-6467632604248378673</id><published>2009-02-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:27:01.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here and now</title><content type='html'>belated well wishes to all olevel-takers this year&lt;br /&gt;hope that you can do as well as your potential allows you to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-6467632604248378673?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/6467632604248378673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/6467632604248378673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/6467632604248378673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-and-now.html' title='here and now'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866926125249679502.post-5213094436303785729</id><published>2009-02-05T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:29:37.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi everybody</title><content type='html'>hi anyone.. who passes by this blog&lt;br /&gt;please expect the many escapades that would await for you&lt;br /&gt;from this blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866926125249679502-5213094436303785729?l=jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/feeds/5213094436303785729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5213094436303785729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866926125249679502/posts/default/5213094436303785729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacktaris-saint.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-everybody.html' title='hi everybody'/><author><name>jacktaris-saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268933851155824101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
