<?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-10434053</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:47:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-1646557963439800139</id><published>2007-08-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:41:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQk4UtELI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cQTkUC63qZo/s1600-h/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098163372708139186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQk4UtELI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cQTkUC63qZo/s320/DSC00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best buddy club~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQlIUtEMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ypu9-irDyYs/s1600-h/Photo-0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098163377003106498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQlIUtEMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ypu9-irDyYs/s320/Photo-0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kid wasnt mine.... No No~~!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQl4UtENI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-ui_oTqscqc/s1600-h/07082007127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098163389888008402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQl4UtENI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-ui_oTqscqc/s320/07082007127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQmYUtEOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zsD3C-WCqSs/s1600-h/DSC00277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098163398477943010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQmYUtEOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zsD3C-WCqSs/s320/DSC00277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best camp buddy at zouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its had been a year seen i blog or isszit 2? Time pass man. Miss my old time lol here some crazy stuff i did at my work place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098162706988208274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBP-IUtEJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-AztewAvgcg/s200/01082007108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098163359823237282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQkIUtEKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JflSzDlruJg/s320/01082007107.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;2 Crazy ppl in office nothing better to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think there is a force that is driving me mad everytime.. Mad? Haha yeah mad~~ hmm... what am i talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-1646557963439800139?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/1646557963439800139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/1646557963439800139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-buddy-club-kid-wasnt-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/RsBQk4UtELI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cQTkUC63qZo/s72-c/DSC00032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-6768038366109769627</id><published>2007-08-11T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:00:58.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wa Ta...... Its a dead blog on man~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097318707259838594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/Rr1QW4UtEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/As3IHPYGAN8/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Old Stuff i found in my work place lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-6768038366109769627?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/6768038366109769627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/6768038366109769627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2007/08/wa-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cBxSB_65ys/Rr1QW4UtEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/As3IHPYGAN8/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-114982112288621429</id><published>2006-06-09T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:08:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK HERE</title><content type='html'>Back to my blog again.. I hate coming into this blog site.. Its all my sadness that i had blogged. To keep myself awake from dreams.. BACK TO SQUARE ONE.. Hai~ Broken once again. I think im going to break down if anything happen now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must be mad. Things happen without a reason that i can understand.. or am i too obtuse to understand anything? You told me you like me, but you leave me. Hai, i wouldnt wan to continue this... Just walk, I had enough problem.. I had nothing much to say to you. I just wan to kill myself now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-114982112288621429?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/114982112288621429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/114982112288621429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-here.html' title='BACK HERE'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-113130050034375821</id><published>2005-11-07T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:08:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSTANDING WEEK</title><content type='html'>I had 1 hell out of this week.. Monday, went drinking, Tuesday went drinking again, Wednesday went to zouk then club momo... almost went crazy and there is alot of story to tell but that is only for my close friends around me to know. Then come thursday went for movie n late night supper that I like the most. Friday, I love that day wake up 1st thing went to the toilet n bath myself n settle everything in 20min went down meet my fd tat pick me up to honda show room to see the new CIVIC then went into malaysia at around 2pm do some car stuff all the way till late night. Went to a Pub Club i would call it in JB.. Drink so much n play so much till i really gone sky high... Saturday, watch a movie then for supper. Sunday, Moody day coz monday got to work again. Went out wif someone sweet for a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life life... when will my Miss Right be here... Hai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-113130050034375821?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/113130050034375821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/113130050034375821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/11/outstanding-week.html' title='OUTSTANDING WEEK'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-112617678769281372</id><published>2005-09-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:53:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and all Lonely again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1581/807/200/nsf-ite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is alot of things i wish to blog but yet i dont wish too coz it doesnt make any differents in life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-112617678769281372?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112617678769281372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112617678769281372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/09/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-112460394147239845</id><published>2005-08-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:33:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>Lost of memory, Lost of myself, Lost of all the things, left with myself on a dark corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been thinking positive for sometimes. Even he know his stupid enough to think that way that will not happen. He felt so been used. When he was needed he will be there no matter how important things his on, he will just push aside for the moment to see her again. For a reason, for a thing, for something small enough just to keep him happy for that moment or so. Never had he been felt so stupid doing this kind of things before. In the end only him and he will know how much things he put into it, nothing will return. Should he move on? But his scare, that the impossible day will come and he cant return to her. His scare, because things may turn out bad again with someone else and this time he may lost it all. His lost, I tried to help but it didn't work I felt very sorry... Its Me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-112460394147239845?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112460394147239845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112460394147239845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/08/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-112029901323995741</id><published>2005-07-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:10:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closest I got..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1581/807/1600/MyLuckyDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1581/807/320/MyLuckyDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I almost die on thursday at malaysia... I had nothing much to update n say moody as ever.. Here is a pic that i draw out. See for urself how close it get... BTW im not the driver..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-112029901323995741?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112029901323995741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/112029901323995741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/07/closest-i-got.html' title='Closest I got..'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111942610922439946</id><published>2005-06-22T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:41:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hai... Haha been going in n out of Malaysia like water nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of singapore, sick of the people i know, sick of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why, dont ask me anything, I just want to run away from all the things that is happening... Deep down inside i miss u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111942610922439946?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111942610922439946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111942610922439946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111908334256852325</id><published>2005-06-18T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:29:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Dream</title><content type='html'>OMG i just know something today morning... Im so freaking PISS off to the MAX... I had never felt that PISS before feel like REALLY KILLING SOMEONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why I lose my close girl-friend.. the reason behide it.. I was always thinking why suddenly she just avoide me.. Now i know the reason behide it.. I know WHICH MOTHER FUCKING DOG backstab me say my LAN JIAO thing behide me. Almost cost me my FUCKING life-line... You happy now L.C.B.... F urself.. What I do to you that u need to this to me.. CB still call u my fd KNN go F.O..CB-DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i going put this aside.. I wouldn't care I dont wish to make it big... For now, let be this way... Whom ever that need to know about this I have already told..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is a mass... Im very tired to keep putting on a smiling face everytime.. Just to let ppl feel good about.. Inside my heart things is breaking n been breaking apart for a very long time... I love all my friends, my close friends.. Im sorry i know sometime i never use my brain to say things that hurts.. I hate to lose a friend, real love gf.. its just too heartbreaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking back to refresh myself about my life.. I learn my mistake.. haha abit too late rite.. I cant change that, that me.. After so long, its been 1year4mth? i still miss u. i cant get over it. but i wouldnt tell u how much ur moves hurt me... I had recoved before but u say that phase that make me even hurt n the other story from wad u told me is different.. I wish i can tell someone about all my troubles... but no 1 i know i felt that will understand me, not even u.. Its had been broken I dont think it can be repair again.. Lost in a world of pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3weeks more to NS time for my freedom is running short. Let run away again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111908334256852325?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111908334256852325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111908334256852325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/06/broken-dream.html' title='Broken Dream'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111847943335066829</id><published>2005-06-11T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:43:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didnt Even Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Part Playful Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/playful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is a huge game for you, a way to flirt and play&lt;br /&gt;You're the first one to suggest playing spin the bottle at a party&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll go for the wild kiss during a game of truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;And you're up for kissing any sexy stranger if the mood is right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/expert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="200" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffd391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 31%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll die choking on a cookie in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&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/10434053-111847943335066829?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111847943335066829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111847943335066829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-didnt-even-know.html' title='I Didnt Even Know'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111817820085103195</id><published>2005-06-08T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T05:03:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is almost GONE</title><content type='html'>From today i will have 1mth before NS... I wish I can go in now so I can sleep every nite sweet n tired... Too tired till I cannot think of anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been almost 11mths if im not wrong. Single is good... Why things happen that i cant get over it. Never had a problem with that before. Maybe its my stupidity that kept things inside myself that hope that something impossible will happen. Why? Relationship is a hard thing to start and maintain. I always believe in giving your heart is the best why to make the other party have trust in you to understand you. Seem like Im wrong agian. I felt more mature now in thinking. Lose hope on people I met nowadays. Hopeless ME... I need a few SLAPS to wake up..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to like my life... Stress free for the other party. Money flow hasn't been a problem now. Got my BIG dream that I need to get. Time line 1year time from now. If I fail this I will be very depress and may give up hope on myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life... Full of shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111817820085103195?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111817820085103195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111817820085103195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/06/freedom-is-almost-gone.html' title='Freedom is almost GONE'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111792211549759178</id><published>2005-06-05T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T05:58:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Oh just got home... Hai, 1mth 3days left to NS... Boring...&lt;br /&gt;U wouldnt believe what I did the whold nite been sitting at a spot to another spot for more then 10hours do nothing but sit down and talk about cars all night... Ya, I know most of the people will say it a boring topic but if u r a car lover u will love to know more stuff about cars parts and other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy been running around singapore. From Kallang KFC to Orchard drink water then to NUS(West Coast) there to eat and went back to orchard to find my fd "cai ong" with his "cai chai" and went all the way to singbang bedok (isszit spell like tat) to drink so more... From 3/4 tank fill to now abit less then 1/2 tank... Kao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk cock the whole night.. And just now a fd of mine just know not long let me test drive his GTi.. I was so shock that he is willing to let me play with it.. Cant go into detail about the stuff about it. IT WAS DAMN BLOODY FAST for a N.A engine... SICK fast 2nd gear reach 110km/h. I think its like about 5sec to reach that speed... SICK SICK DAMN SICKERING FAST... Too many things happen today. Really shiock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH my WISH to come true in 8mths top... It must happen... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111792211549759178?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111792211549759178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111792211549759178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-night.html' title='What a NIGHT'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111732013362160900</id><published>2005-05-29T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T06:44:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Head</title><content type='html'>LOVE STARWARS... Muack... Tick Tick Tick I only left 1mth before NS.. Argh so sian... things gonna change soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back time 6:30am clear sky. Nice dark blue sky. Out at around 6:15pm went to starbucks at OCBC building find josh.. Looking for my free cheese cake... keke Love that so CHEESEEYYYY.... making me hungry now just thinking about it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to cine to buy ticket after that... All the time slot was full... only got good sittings at 12:20am. Wa what the hell rite...? got 3hours dunno do what... Good to see kelvin today. At last the group is kind of back together again after sometime back coz of some stupid PROBLEM.. but whatever things is better now im happy for the way it is now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn crazy after the show when down to MR BEAN to find WJ. Talk cock again look at china gals lol... Ya.. today so many ppl in orchard hmm must be the sale thing that draw so many ppl around orchard... haha after tat they went back.. then went to meet KEVIN any other MIA friend of mine.. play billiard, talk cock, talking about website design layout, full of stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a crazy day for me to see so many friends of mine haha running here n there all nite long till the sun is coming out now... Oh NO.. SUN is coming out i got to run now n sleep got to do things tomolo again.. 'MISSING U'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pook My Eye Please.. &gt;.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111732013362160900?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111732013362160900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111732013362160900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy Head'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111727210868465593</id><published>2005-05-28T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:21:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mood: Moody, Crappy, Depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This song white lies is in my blog it mean loads of things.. I love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat nothing to do just wake up not so long ago. Waiting for daddy to come back so i can drive out n meet 'me' friend to watch STAR WARS.. YEAH~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111727210868465593?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111727210868465593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111727210868465593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111714266759782496</id><published>2005-05-27T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T05:26:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell</title><content type='html'>My Hand its breaking apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jackson_jie/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see my DARK EYE RINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jackson_jie/theeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been up side down for nearly a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111714266759782496?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111714266759782496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111714266759782496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-hell.html' title='What the hell'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111697694445013505</id><published>2005-05-25T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:22:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Just got home 7am now. Where to start. Someone woke me up today asking about computer stuff... I was shock to hear the voice i haven't heard for some time back. Oh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my full body was aching damn bad and i never felt so bad before... I think its due to my depression and my crazy sleep time cos me to become like tat but anyway i like it this way pain keeps me going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot i was good. But i know i always lie to myself about things that im not. I have never felt so lost n lone. It couldn't be happening to me. I think I am lying to myself again even a blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i have a scanner so i can put a picture on the net. I draw something to due to my moods. Said enough 'DEPRESSION; PAIN KEEP ME GOING' that all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111697694445013505?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111697694445013505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111697694445013505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111674760733971680</id><published>2005-05-22T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:40:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'EMO DAY'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last my illness have mostly recover. Its been more then 3weeks. Sunday... What do I do most sunday stay at home with someone close by... But there isn't now. &lt;br /&gt;So boring. Just woke up not long ago feel like going down to sentosa for a TAN. But dont think anyone will want to go now at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Dream of flying in the clear blue sky. Just myself only... Some crazy dream i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i better get going now to some where i belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111674760733971680?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111674760733971680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111674760733971680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111670127324723559</id><published>2005-05-22T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T02:47:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B L U E  S K Y</title><content type='html'>Just came back from JB, PERLING(beside JB) and BATAM all of this just happen last week or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATAM 7May'04 (3Days,2Nights)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy that we are going to BATAM to have my get away i was looking for one for a long time. So stress up in singapore. All my sadness and lies I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Haha its very funny I was with Justin, Cherie, Joshua.. We all though that BATAM is a god damn cheap place but soon we found out that it isnt... LOL. Reach the resort want to check in first time they need deopit S$50 or VISA... Well, We all didnt bring any VISA coz we tot that its very cheap lol. Lucky i bring my SGD with me.&lt;br /&gt;Cut things short we went shopping n shop n shop.. Very cheap but our resort is the KILLER everything in SGD wtf RITE~~ (BATAM VIEW) dont go there. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was fun overall lovely view and a nice personal sea side they have.. Kana sunburn till now havent recover sianzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming back to Singapore till now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very lonely again. But i really have clear my head with things that i wish to put down. Walking~~~~~ Yet to see anything ~~~~~ still walking ~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111670127324723559?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111670127324723559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111670127324723559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/b-l-u-e-s-k-y.html' title='B L U E  S K Y'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111563751032975551</id><published>2005-05-09T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:42:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynrelements/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Element is Fire&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: red &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fire, you are full of power and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Aura is Red&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality: Self-confident and stunning, you live in the now! You love life and experience all it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: You're a bit private and have trouble opening up. You need a secure guy who can deal with your independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: Your ideal job gives you a ton of control and concrete results. Consider being a chef, surgeon, or architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Color Is Your Aura? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/aura/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isszit a gal quiz i have no idea haha... More updates soon bah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111563751032975551?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111563751032975551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111563751032975551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-element-is-fire-your-power-color.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111514655422559579</id><published>2005-05-04T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T03:03:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its' Short</title><content type='html'>Short term. Things come and go, friend come and go, born and die... and more if you can think harder. Nothing is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, Heart broken, Depress, Stress... This is how I felt now. I just don't understand why everytime I put in so much for a thing but end up nothing in return. I don't think I will ever care so much about this kind of stuff anymore.. It's draws in to much of my energy, care, time... Just maybe I should keep it for the person that do the same thing for me. It's tiring to love someone. Its tiring to keep giving and there is no return... Thing should stop now. I don't wish to care about anything at all.. I need a getting a get away, out of this world. To a my dream world. Everything will be so wonderful. Everything will be fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain.&lt;br /&gt;It should be&lt;br /&gt;short term.&lt;br /&gt;Double Hit,&lt;br /&gt;May not take it.&lt;br /&gt;Life still drag along.&lt;br /&gt;Day passes with memory's.&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Get Manipulate.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;I always think positive,&lt;br /&gt;End up negative.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;Im hurt.&lt;br /&gt;May not recover anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to change.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't time for me,&lt;br /&gt;NS is here.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;no care and love around once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up, I always say to myself that today will be a nice day to start with, but deep down inside me, is in pain with all the moves i did. Fire is still burning melting away inside me. No one will understand me well. I haven't found anyone. Only look at my smiling face and think that im fine.. but im not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of MYSELF...&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Extremely Depress and Sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111514655422559579?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111514655422559579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111514655422559579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-short.html' title='Its&apos; Short'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111471108080637767</id><published>2005-04-29T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:58:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I n c o m p l e t e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is now incomplete without u... I felt so refresh now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slap me please as I wish to feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bite me please as I dont want my face anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kick my ass, as you like to kick people asses. I dont care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask what i just type, not for you to understand and not for you to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blink blink.. so fast its friday.. Time really fly.. It just felt like i just pass monday.. but now its friday already.. Weee... time rock all my babes... Its been a hell week. Everyone is sick around me.. im worry for u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing much to type nothing much to let all the people to know. Well.. Going to sleep now bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111471108080637767?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111471108080637767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111471108080637767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-n-c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e.html' title='I n c o m p l e t e'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111373514914231801</id><published>2005-04-17T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:52:29.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Sea</title><content type='html'>This week im going to be very broke again... Fuel is killing me. Nothing much to add today, tomorrow is my maths test im going to die.. still cant fully understand what is what... Come to think about it the TEXT book kind of F*** UP. No detail or anything wth im going to understand.. hai~ fail liao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when to my special area in east coast alone. Kind of cool, havent been there for some time to refuse myself, my feeling and thoughts... Back at home now got to try very hard to study lone now. I wish for a angel now to teach my MATHS~~!!!! AHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111373514914231801?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111373514914231801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111373514914231801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool-sea.html' title='Cool Sea'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111359661471876664</id><published>2005-04-16T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T05:05:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just got back from double O. Alot of cock ups' before even we met up... So boring. Dont know what wrong with Kelvin. Hmmm kind of worry for him hope his ok. The DJ suck today.. boring songs. Drink 1 Jar, 1 bottle and 2shorts. Gone to high mode... and I forget I drove down just now almost crash onto the on coming car when going to east coast.. haha crazy high feeling damn shock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so depress this week. Project, personal stuff, the girl im after, NS, Money, Family, School want to kick me out, Friends and many more... Oh how I wish things can be like last time. Peaceful life with my girl-friend, club and just play no worries, but things had change all is just the pass and in my memory. Now im 21, things run differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to be that playful as last time, Not going to smoke so much, Not going to drink; think; do; love; hate; kao peh so much... Just want to be myself happy go lucky person. How I wish now i got money, a lovely devoted girlfriend, no problem in my mind, my life will be damn brighten up like mad... I don't wish for much right... haha.. Too tired for a relationship that keep end up the same wasting my time and our time together. When will the day come? I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clubbing when down to east coast mc to eat. Start talking cock again... Hai, every time i will kana all the scolding haha poor me so use to it being a light bulb, the one to kana kp, the one who kana bully... Haha... I just talk too much rubbish till all my friend get irritated with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone down at east coast mc. She say I AM FAT!!!. Ouch, I hate that word.. Im just abit more meat now only... What sia fat -.-"... Ahhh going NS soon liao la no more fats. Dont want to look like last time so thin no meat not nice to hug 1. Muhaha... I'm feeling now lost in space still feeling high and miss someone... Love the drinks, clear my head for now... Cooling and Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Loving someone and been love by someone and can't be together for some reason is just hurts so bad. It is as equal as breaking up with your partner because he or her got an other partner outside cheating behide you... Well think about it ? Am i right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I FEAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Top5 fear, number one is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. My girlfriend backstab me and not loyal to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. Lost all my friends.(I love all my friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. Ghost? (Saw 1 before I really freak out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. Losing the special you (For now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. Computers, see it everyday (I fix PC for extra cash, boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111359661471876664?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111359661471876664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111359661471876664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-start.html' title='The New Start'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111323523988561287</id><published>2005-04-12T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T05:01:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very stressful in school, problem and problem... I have no idea about E-Maths. My teacher is an ass0. Only teach those girls in front of the class. The rest of us is like we are not in the class at all. Can't even understand what rubbish his teaching... Thinking of him make me piss off and there is an upcoming Maths test and exam, OMG I didn't even know a shit.. Im DOOM... Hope I can find someone in time to teach me. Don't want to trouble hazel, she is a busy girl... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just came back home, didn't even go to coffee club just now, end up at east coast caravan. Its like a beach pub, drinking down there felt so moody today. Drink almost 6cups of beer and some food along with it and talk so much cock, I can't believe myself can talk so much rubbish.. Oh.. no i just remember i dont want to get fat.. Shit.. Later someone going to say i fatty again i dont like it... Later don't want me... ARghH~haha =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Found this website :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hitzradio.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.hitzradio.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. Its a nice website that have LIVE RADIO that plays;R&amp;amp;B, Top40 and Urban songs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cant wait till this coming friday... Muhaha, going clubbing think going chinablack or dbl0.. haha got to have all the fun i can get, get mad, get high... See you friends there, love you all.. haha got to go sleep now its 4:51AM still got class tomorrow and photo taking I dont want to look bad in it. Must be handsome muhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111323523988561287?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111323523988561287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111323523988561287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/04/moody_12.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111315360850605998</id><published>2005-04-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:27:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-=My Wish List=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1.Get my ITE certificate in 1month time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.Get my hair done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3.Shoes, still looking for a nice 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Shirts from topshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.Maybe a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.15inc Rim with TZ101 for the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its been boring all along. Blink of an eye and now my school is finishing and upcoming National Service. I felt like something is missing in my life. Felt like I have lose everything around me, but i know its not. Its just the feeling making me sick, lousy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things that i need or wanted in life hard come true. That kind of suck anyway. Just now at MS eating steam boat i saw my ex-girl friend been years i saw her hardly remember how she look like haha.. More pretty now and sweet talking. lolx... Dont know what i want in mind now confuse. I dont like to be single its getting real boring.. Time to RUN Muahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111315360850605998?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111315360850605998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111315360850605998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/04/renew.html' title='Renew'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-111151444455183624</id><published>2005-03-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:01:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH MODE</title><content type='html'>A TOTAL SYSTEM CRASH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... Enough of reason im seeking for, its becoming so pointless after so long that it feel the coldness. Holding on is not a good idea after all. Pain of finding things the hard way. Its just hurt so bad... Something it seen so good to be true but mostly it only happen in movies and love story. Its been 8months 23days 1hour 56minutes. I wish to wait but till today something bad i had find out.. Felt like a system crash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate u:&lt;br /&gt;For loving u so hard.&lt;br /&gt;For being so long together.&lt;br /&gt;For being so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been hell week last week but next week will be ......... I cant think..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-111151444455183624?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111151444455183624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/111151444455183624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/03/crash-mode.html' title='CRASH MODE'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-110944962341512393</id><published>2005-02-27T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:29:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh.. Where to start.. Its been along week project to do, so rush so tired... Oh its the end of my saturday tonight everything is going to start all over again. So sian with life right now. Boring nothing to do but work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been out with Joy on thrusday, its was great. Haven't been seeing her for sometime. When for dinner and show was great. Haven't feel that good for sometime. Things just like going go good.. Hmm.. souldn't say so much about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School was crazy now a days. Everyday go in class all my mates will come disturb me about this gal. So irritated.. Then is normal classes that having 3D-Max they will play Warcraft on the pc, keep on calling me to play coz im not a bad player on DOTA. ARgH... How to study... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HATE THIS WORLD NOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-110944962341512393?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110944962341512393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110944962341512393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-110855981242264611</id><published>2005-02-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:16:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been a days are numbered, going in army soon. Just got my CMPB letter telling me going for vocational assignment I hope I don't get commando can die inside 1 lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life been boring as ever. Singapore is a boring place that had nothing to do... Think its time to find someone special in life for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-110855981242264611?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110855981242264611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110855981242264611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/02/been-days-are-numbered-going-in-army.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-110760917171996046</id><published>2005-02-05T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:36:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh chinese new year coming... money money and more money i hope.. haha.. been last year was bad hope this year bring me good luck. Totally broke now, lend money, do stuff, play, modify, bah bah bah.... Boring is screw up that all i have to say. Fuck up world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today went for last min shopping... for the first time i felt that shopping is kind of fun... Been a long time i felt this...However is still damn tiring.. Ok no time to type no more time to race now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434053-110760917171996046?l=jack5on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110760917171996046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434053/posts/default/110760917171996046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack5on.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-chinese-new-year-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14486771400827759000</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434053.post-110689730367810492</id><published>2005-01-28T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:28:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometime when u love her, she doesn't love u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometime when u love him, he doesn't love u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever it is, it's time to move on, tired of waiting. If only she keep me going with some reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birthmonth personality description&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts.Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent andclever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but thoes not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious.Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attractive personality.sexy. Affectionate.Shy and reserved. Secretive.Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention.Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their luver can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts.Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself .Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical "In the midst of all your troubles, there is always something good in life. Hang on, and you'll see the sunshine again. 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