<?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-13518670</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:39.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDEFINED</title><subtitle type='html'>A Will's Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-3314636366200963523</id><published>2009-04-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:07:40.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeCkGuBvToI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hYPZN2Z3VJ4/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323435194893422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeCkGuBvToI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hYPZN2Z3VJ4/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13518670-3314636366200963523?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/3314636366200963523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=3314636366200963523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/3314636366200963523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/3314636366200963523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2009/04/perth.html' title='Perth'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeCkGuBvToI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hYPZN2Z3VJ4/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-8441183778536095548</id><published>2009-04-11T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:33:03.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB_0Rt6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Aips2ItnUzM/s1600-h/652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323395295637814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB_0Rt6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Aips2ItnUzM/s320/652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13518670-8441183778536095548?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/8441183778536095548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=8441183778536095548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/8441183778536095548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/8441183778536095548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB_0Rt6PdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Aips2ItnUzM/s72-c/652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-4477354844190834927</id><published>2009-04-11T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:23:56.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weathered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB9aS_IXyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jyXDeEuJOMQ/s1600-h/379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392650278625058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB9aS_IXyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jyXDeEuJOMQ/s320/379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13518670-4477354844190834927?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/4477354844190834927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=4477354844190834927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/4477354844190834927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/4477354844190834927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2009/04/weathered.html' title='Weathered'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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/_OESBaLIhXHA/SeB9aS_IXyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jyXDeEuJOMQ/s72-c/379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-117098072778912253</id><published>2007-02-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:27:26.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am 64......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "&lt;span class="norm12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any man who concentrates his energies totally on one passion is, by definition, someone who hurts the people close to him&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought of what you will have achieved by the age of 64 when your balls are nothing but wrinkly? You might not want to think how fast time has really flied. When I was reading this &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2002390000-2007060364,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; by a very wise man Arsene Wenger, I thought wow.. he has the edge and philosophy over many people I respect. The insightfuls of the his thoughts were much more than what football has to offer but mind blowing.&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/13518670-117098072778912253?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/117098072778912253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=117098072778912253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/117098072778912253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/117098072778912253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-am-64.html' title='When I am 64......'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-117073750877371883</id><published>2007-02-05T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:51:48.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinking Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short: What was your favourite moment of CNY? This one climbing up the chart, for me at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has nothing short of being HOT! yeah... I mean it is really hot.  The unpredictable but rather laughable weather ranging from one day heating up to 41 degrees then dropping like an elephant to 27 the next day. WA being one of the hottest place on the globe? you bet! weather ahhh~ weather, how many times have you done us more than 40 this summer...... sighin'~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13518670-117073750877371883?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/117073750877371883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=117073750877371883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/117073750877371883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/117073750877371883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2007/02/stinking-hot.html' title='Stinking Hot!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116886386895924317</id><published>2007-01-15T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:24:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/1600/311983/DSCN3386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/320/391283/DSCN3386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There may be time in life where things just inevitably turn against you. It is like worries never seem too short to get you one and another, but it is also like the same damn thing coming over and over again. Don't be afraid of handling your outmost endeavours only be worried where they don't achieve recognition by its own means. Don't take it lightly with the people who have helped you along the way...... need to be kind &amp;amp; generous. Your beautiful heart should be in reconciliation to your family, it is where it should begin with.&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/13518670-116886386895924317?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116886386895924317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116886386895924317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116886386895924317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116886386895924317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2007/01/recognition.html' title='Recognition'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116722082088071712</id><published>2006-12-27T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:00:20.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short: True love is your soul's recognition of its counterpoint in another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is today that your wedding which I cannot attend. Mate, I just want to congratulate that you have finally found your life-long soulmate whom you will spend the rest of your life with. It is my regrets that I won't be there but with your wedding taking place at the other end is truly felt with my heart from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&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/13518670-116722082088071712?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116722082088071712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116722082088071712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116722082088071712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116722082088071712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116657663526584173</id><published>2006-12-19T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:44:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borneo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short: Second post in a day within an hour, actually I am quite 'busy' at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabah formerly known as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Borneo&lt;/st1:place&gt; has been found as one of the oldest and only remaining rain forest in the World. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061219/ap_on_sc/new_species_borneo"&gt;The remote and inaccessible forests in the Heart of Borneo are one of the world's final frontiers for science&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is nice to find out the place that we have lived for most of our life embraces one of the richest if not the richest natural resource for the scientists. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is no wonder that some of our ‘west’ Malaysian pals would refer us as dwelling on the trees and finding our subsistence through hunting even rowing a board to another continent as such. How highly educated they are no offence though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116657663526584173?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116657663526584173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116657663526584173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116657663526584173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116657663526584173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/borneo.html' title='Borneo'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116657240689414563</id><published>2006-12-19T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:50:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short: I will be having &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;10-day Chrisy hols, pretty much will shake my balls at home for this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you reckon the a player ever get three yellow card in a match (a big World Cup match - Croati vs. Australia) is rediculous? Well, some might argue it is for the controversial Graham Poll who refereed that match that caused on the spotlight. What would you say a player getting three &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/teams/d/dundee/6190087.stm"&gt;RED CARDS&lt;/a&gt;!?!?!?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13518670-116657240689414563?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116657240689414563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116657240689414563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116657240689414563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116657240689414563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-card.html' title='Red Card'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116635735191599284</id><published>2006-12-17T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T04:12:20.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas has long become a commercial cash-cow opportunity to various retailers these days. It is a shame the meaning of Christmas is lost and yet everyone seems to have embraced so well with former view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I think motor vehicles are bound to be men’s inescapable subject in various manners, you could talk about car model from Crossfire to WRX, Porsche to Opel, Merc to BMw, also to the lower range of Skylight to 200sx, Supra to Nissan 350z, MR2 Spider to RX8. And of course you just cannot mention without with the following two monsters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/1600/424789/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/320/734558/Image032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one may well be worth just under $400k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/1600/13366/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/320/842971/Image031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ermmm........ apprx. $650k (if memory serves me correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the pricetag of the above-shown cars may well get you a pretty nice mansion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116635735191599284?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116635735191599284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116635735191599284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116635735191599284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116635735191599284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116635599078769865</id><published>2006-12-17T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:47:57.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are two types of people--those who come into a room and say, 'Well, here I am!' and those who come in and say, 'Ah, there you are.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy seventh birthday boy. hahahaha... "cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/1600/381886/DSCN3342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/320/783570/DSCN3342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116635599078769865?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116635599078769865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116635599078769865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116635599078769865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116635599078769865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116592879761069023</id><published>2006-12-12T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T05:06:37.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H*ly m*ther f**ker shit dawg wiki bombard*rd lok son of a b*tch hiker**antent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2vBVIMApWc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2vBVIMApWc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116592879761069023?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116592879761069023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116592879761069023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116592879761069023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116592879761069023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/octopus.html' title='Octopus'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116590270856622696</id><published>2006-12-11T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:51:48.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On 12th December 2006, two heavyweights clash of titan between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Arsenal. The youthful side of Arsenal have made the mutlimillion-packed &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; look pretty ordinary, haven't they? Forget about the mind game, Cole-Gallas situation, or even the result. The highlight of the game should go to the idiotic acts between Lehman and Drogba. Even Arsene Wenger said it is too good not to label as "Comedy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpKnpPxWbog"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpKnpPxWbog" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116590270856622696?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116590270856622696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116590270856622696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116590270856622696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116590270856622696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/comedy_116590270856622696.html' title='Comedy'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116546810561393205</id><published>2006-12-06T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:54:33.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccernet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the most if not the most read footy website in the World. Professional journalists &amp;amp; famous commentators work their bum off for, a must-read site for footy lovers,  a comprehensive live converage across europe matches, a very much up-to-date players' profiles, window transfer etc. I must warn you not to expect juicy gossips like David Becham's wife hanging out with Katie Holmes spending millions on SM outfits, No no no. It is purely football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also don't forget to check out its highly debated &lt;a href="http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=13741"&gt;webchat&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13518670-116546810561393205?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116546810561393205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116546810561393205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116546810561393205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116546810561393205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/12/soccernet.html' title='Soccernet'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-116495431943155156</id><published>2006-11-30T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:48:23.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Fact Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/1600/750436/3962275522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5157/1191/320/408474/3962275522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;The current World Cup 2006 winner in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The colour of jersey they were wearing while playing against &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was blue – home team colour…….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The rotation of wearing a specific colour in a professional football match is that if two teams have the same official colour, the host will get to wear their traditional colour and the visitor will wear their away colour unless the colour of their home jersey is a different one as opposed to the host’s. Of course, this does not always happen but hard to give rise to variance as well. Which team would get to wear their home jersey if both teams play each other on a neutral ground? The definitive answer is beyond an ordinary man knowledge; a fair call should be made by coin-tossing-like process. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;A more telling hard fact as mentioned above should be made reference to recent European big football stages. A football fan should not be too unfamiliar with one of the most if not the most unlikely final triumph – 2005 Champion League eventual winner Liverpool, on that night in Istanbul Liverpool were wearing red; the club traditional colour. On the counter end, AC Milan were on white; their away jersey. Approximately one year later, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Arsenal both play each other for the same European trophy, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; emerged victorious on that occasions. The night on Paris Barcelona were wearing red and blue, their club official colour and Arsenal were in yellow; their seasonal away shirt. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now let’s rewind the clock back to 2004 Champion League final between Porto FC vs &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Monaco&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the winner was &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Porto&lt;/st1:place&gt; who was wearing its own official colour – blue and white. Still not convinced? What about the Manchester United’s famous trebles? On the road to completing their last and third trophy was the Champion League in 1999. So there they were achieving an undeniably successful feast wearing their traditional colour red and the one missing out that night was Bayern Munich who wore its away colour – white. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Back to World Cup stages, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and again &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; all won in 1994, 1998, &amp; 2002 respectively, wearing their respective traditional home colour though their counterpart had theirs as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence or conspiracy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-116495431943155156?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/116495431943155156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=116495431943155156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116495431943155156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/116495431943155156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/11/strange-fact-revealed.html' title='A Strange Fact Revealed'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-115105225995027733</id><published>2006-06-23T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:47:15.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is da Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When someone says if you are a backward thinker you will be slowing your forward-looking process. All I am trying to say is if you are a nostalgic person, you tend to get content with what you have but might stall on your very growth. Still doesn’t make sense. It is okay and you will when you come to feel that you’ve grown older. Maybe when you can taste the sense of being in your manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from an old buddy last night, and my cell phone screen read……..&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time and tide wait for no one; still remember we were 17th years old? Cherish everything belongs to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/13518670-115105225995027733?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/115105225995027733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=115105225995027733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/115105225995027733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/115105225995027733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/06/he-is-da-man.html' title='He is da Man'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-115086679509925851</id><published>2006-06-20T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:42:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood minus One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking the size of mine now does not really tell how ‘tiny’, em… correction, skinny I was before does it? I was a big bully when I was a troubling teenage. Well, it is true to some extent, actually I was not a bully but I was bullied all the times when back in secondary school. Believe it or not all guys back in high school just want to be tai lou (big brother), little to my surprise it was all due to the ‘good work’ past through from HK firms – Young &amp; Dangerous. Doesn’t that ring he bell? The firms went so overwhelmingly busting in mid &amp;amp; late 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were born in early 80s, you would grow up watching Tai Si Toi and listening to Beyond’s songs. Computer? What the heck was computer to me at that time? I was so stupid to try to get the idea between a ‘Window’ and a computer. MIRC was the most ancient ‘tool’ I ever knew how to operate in a computer. Look at the kids now…. Sigh~~~. In Malaysia, if you grew up from those more kampongs (rural areas) town, you would go fishing using a hand-rode in the river sides or the big ‘longkang’, if not under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind a few years back, four heavenly kings were the biggest hit in town. Only some so-called self-proclaimed anti-fashioner went against it and supported the alternative like Oasis, Blur, the Wallflowers, Scorpions, and Metallica.. of course Metallica. Well, for those who do not know who four heavenly old c*nt are, here is a list of name to help you refresh your memories:&lt;br /&gt;Andy Lau,&lt;br /&gt;Leon Lai,…….. I’ll stop the list before I can’t stop myself throwing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before graduating primary school you would exchange ‘memorial diary’ to scribble a few words with your classmates and cried as if there was no tomorrow when the ‘good-bye’ song was sung in the last assembly of your year. Ok la, I admit I did this before and found it girly. You were allocated a roaster for all the once-a-week duty (cleaning the window, weeping the floor, clearing the bin etc). Much to my surprise now, discrimination already took some part of form back in my school time where those you got to the last duty of the list *cough* clearing the bin *cough*. It is either you are smelly, stupid in class, always fail in your exam, or very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would even performed extra duties ‘voluntarily’. This is true when the teacher’s pet that records who do their work and who don’t also the one you had a crush on. Much to my astonishment now, I could not believe that I did that on countless occasions. Shame on myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily but truthfully, the friends you made in this period of you before entering your 20s are large but only few stay close and will remain so forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing in the era of entering my 30, I cannot help thinking back all this, I would not be the person I am today had I not had these childhood.&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/13518670-115086679509925851?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/115086679509925851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=115086679509925851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/115086679509925851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/115086679509925851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/06/childhood-minus-one.html' title='Childhood minus One'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114913962821630496</id><published>2006-05-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:27:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from Jens</title><content type='html'>"Well when I came to Arsenal in 2003 I didn't even know they were going to have a new stadium. I always wondered what they were building next to Highbury, and about a year after I signed Gilberto told me that it was going to be Arsenal's new stadium!" - Jens Lehmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonising isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-114913962821630496?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114913962821630496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114913962821630496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114913962821630496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114913962821630496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-from-jens.html' title='Quote from Jens'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114854789937095486</id><published>2006-05-25T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:23:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Stadium!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/283277-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/283277-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2005/06 EPL season had come to the final curtain last two week, and here I am again doing a brief review. Really couldn't believe it has been a year since I did a commentary review on 2004/05 Arsenal season here, namely The Invincibles. I am not prepared to go through a thorough analysis of how Arsenal season had been. But I would pluck one interesting point that I made last year - "&lt;em&gt;Though the English Premier League title remains our first priority when fresh season kicks off, we will be ready to challenge the most prestigious cup – Champion League. Not only do we possess the ingredients but also we will be mentally capable of taking the trophy off Anfield&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is safe to say that the first claim was negligible while the second---- YES! WE CAME SO CLOSE! I made a bold claim that Arsenal were ready to challenge the most prestigious cup, and they proved me right and the doubters wrong. They got into the Final for the first time ever in Arsenal history and were undeservingly defeated by eventual winner - Barcelona. With 10 versus 11 for over 70 minutes to go over the match. Still, we took the lead. My regret, also many viewers', is we didn't have the chance to watch a true classic final with even number. Until then, &lt;em&gt;we dont' feel like losers&lt;/em&gt; - F. Fabregas. I think, as many would agree, we never lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am also not inclined to speculate what trophy Arsenal will bring back after the World Cup fewer – new EPL season 2006/ 07, nonetheless my feeling is Arsenal nailing down the Premier League title for the fourth time under Arsene Wenger’s regime, while the Champion League will be a harder target though it is not unachievable. Arsenal will, I would argue, come back much hungrier and stronger than last season and not so obscure to foresee that they have formed the bond within the team i.e. they have learned as a team. The fact can be largely reflected from season 2002/03 where they came agonizingly close of landing back-to-back Premier League title but fell short and conceding to Manchester united. Soon after the season resume in 2003/2004 they achieved what was famously labeled by the Manager Arsene – The Invincible, in which they went through the whole season unbeaten. Similar feat is to happen for the upcoming season? We will see…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it is an engulfing feeling that we have a whole brand new stadium to play for. COME ON YOU GOONER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/13518670-114854789937095486?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114854789937095486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114854789937095486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114854789937095486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114854789937095486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/05/brand-new-stadium.html' title='Brand New Stadium!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114854772674958160</id><published>2006-05-25T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:02:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quote</title><content type='html'>“I told my son Josh that Howard Wilkinson wanted Daddy to play for England. He told my daughter Olivia and they had tears in their eyes as they asked me, “Does that mean you're not going to play for Arsenal any more?” - Lee Dixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the blood flows with the Gunner. After conceding the thropy to Barcelona in a 10-men manner, I consider we feel proud, "more than proud" - T.Henry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-114854772674958160?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114854772674958160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114854772674958160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114854772674958160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114854772674958160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-quote.html' title='Random Quote'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114346357447240898</id><published>2006-03-27T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:47:43.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When "F" word is considered appropriate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OooOoooPppssss~. Excuse mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;α, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;excuse with the "F" word. This photo was a capture of me being unwilling to be taken, it tells a lot how much I hated it when someone taking my photo when I was fully swingy here and there - drunk. Not blaming this brainless people, but that made me really cross and on this occasion I thought it was one of the most appropriate 'opportunity' to use the word "F*** OFF!!!". If the photographer were reading this, I would say "F*** you to the max + one". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &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/13518670-114346357447240898?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114346357447240898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114346357447240898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114346357447240898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114346357447240898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-f-word-is-considered-appropriate.html' title='When &quot;F&quot; word is considered appropriate'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-114333587439850027</id><published>2006-03-25T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:17:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005/06 Holiday visited</title><content type='html'>A Holiday I paid briefly on the rolling over year between 2005-06. At that time, I felt engulfted with everything back home owing to the fact that I was not home for about two years. I feel particularly warm with home now.... some memories worth flashing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First ever took up a flight with RBA - Royal Brunei Airline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical WA - Western Australia lanmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anything better than that of MAS? More generous 'cos they cater more buns? NO! I requested for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas tree? no idea serious...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unbelievably cozy house I spent during 2005 post-Christmas seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twilight of the evening - a nicely presentable but not so fancy restaurant in Miri - Sarawak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-114333587439850027?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114333587439850027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114333587439850027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114333587439850027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114333587439850027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/03/200506-holiday-visited.html' title='2005/06 Holiday visited'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114270011710557880</id><published>2006-03-18T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:41:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! You are offically a graduate. Though we may call each other w*nker, d*umbass, all the swearing words, you name it. But inside, it is just a blessing to have you around, to have you as such a friend that I can't put a word in it at times, and for all feeling so proud of you is a real sense of being in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may not turn out as wonderful as we envigased, and things might just go against us badly. If we take it as a challenge than burden, we may as well prevail the hardship, and to fight for what we think we deserve that makes us a stranger person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-114270011710557880?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114270011710557880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114270011710557880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114270011710557880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114270011710557880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/03/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-114156273264831876</id><published>2006-03-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:47:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Remains Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Updating my blog here. The thing that I have not been doing for... ermm.. nearly 6 months? Ridiculous, bad boy bad boy. The above-attached photo may tell how much I have/ haven't changed over the course of 6-month. I will always be the person you folks see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may be just too much and overwhelming for me to wrap up what and how things have been over the period when I was 'missing'. I find a way to utterly stipulate it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: Enjoy when you can, endure when you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guns' N' Roses: November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13518670-114156273264831876?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/114156273264831876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=114156273264831876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114156273264831876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/114156273264831876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-remains-me.html' title='It Remains Me.'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-113249463269374880</id><published>2005-11-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T05:50:32.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Me an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back!! I am hard done here for the past few weeks. I feel like being so left out and the beast inside me is eating me up, too. How ridiculous of that?!?!??! By the way, I have been asking myself for all this, if I were to fall.… or if I couldn’t laugh, or no one could make me laugh I would arguably go crazy. Back to what was to be said, if I were to fall, I wish god would send me an angel to catch my fall. All these years, I mean along the way I grew up I have learnt lots of lots of stuff from mistakes. My errors, things I thought it was right but turned out to be terribly wrong. I deeply dig hard to learn from that. The downside of that? Well, I am so withdrawn to risk again.&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/13518670-113249463269374880?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113249463269374880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113249463269374880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113249463269374880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113249463269374880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/11/send-me-angel.html' title='Send Me an Angel'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-113181184727018279</id><published>2005-11-12T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:10:47.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Best 4 Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am overdue to do the thing I have been supposedly to do... nothing gets done. Guys, I won't be updating my blog that often. Sorry and I am even more sorry for myself where I won't be doin' - sacrificing - some of things I like along the way. Along the way where I hope I can get the balanced point. Wish me Luck!&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/13518670-113181184727018279?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113181184727018279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113181184727018279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113181184727018279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113181184727018279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-best-4-me.html' title='What&apos;s Best 4 Me?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-113163570634298421</id><published>2005-11-10T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:16:31.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwindin' Da Unnoticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask for patience and strengths, I will come good for time allowance. I am well on course to the dicovery of the greatest law, though I am in the tip of the iceberg, but bear with me. I shall and will come good. &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/13518670-113163570634298421?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113163570634298421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113163570634298421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113163570634298421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113163570634298421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/11/unwindin-da-unnoticed.html' title='Unwindin&apos; Da Unnoticed'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-113101351918026758</id><published>2005-11-03T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:28:38.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clip tht Stuns Da World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/1024/wallpaper_tiempo_1600_emea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/400/wallpaper_tiempo_1600_emea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ronaldinho! What comes across your mind when Ronaldinho is said out loud in the air? For non-football fevers it may sound like some sort of monster species, for football fans he is THE monster! 2004 FIFA Player of the Year, first full season at Barca helping them to lift the famous Spanish La Liga in three years in 2003/04 season, his attacking capability is deadly, and his trick is untouchable. Being an Arsenal fan, however, I am not led to believe that he betters Thierry Henry. But with him being in a non-arsenal footballer, he certainly deserves lots of my praise. I don't say thing for the sake of it but with complete assurance. After reviewing the following clip, I guarantee your jaw touches the ground. ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=aRHk8ol0vTw&amp;search=Nike%20Ronaldinho%20Soccer%20Football%20Futebol%20futbol%20brazilian%20moves%20skills"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=aRHk8ol0vTw&amp;amp;search=Nike%20Ronaldinho%20Soccer%20Football%20Futebol%20futbol%20brazilian%20moves%20skills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: v="aRHk8ol0vTw&amp;amp;search=Nike%20Ronaldinho%20Soccer%20Football%20Futebol%20futbol%20brazilian%20moves%20skills"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-113101351918026758?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113101351918026758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113101351918026758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113101351918026758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113101351918026758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/11/clip-tht-stuns-da-world.html' title='A Clip tht Stuns Da World'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-113076981393846093</id><published>2005-10-31T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:54:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moive or Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/1024/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/400/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Errmmm.... it is kinda tough to get this blogged. It is more due to the fact that it should never be blogged at all. Anyway, I and my colleague have been having this constant subject over the course of the weeks - movie or dinner is more obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei: hey will, what does that indicate to you when a bloke asks a chick out for a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Me: um... don't know, being pretty ordinary I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Pei: how would the decision affect you if it were a dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Me: D*mn!! What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Pei: Of course there is a difference, asking a girl out with dinner can be a very casual fashion but movie...... movie is quite spot on to the fact that the guy is having a liking of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... Silence sets in for a few seconds.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah maybe. A dinner can be a casual thingie whereas movie can be quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Per: Right? You reckon too huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehehe..... so who is that lucky girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Solemn face was imprinted in his face........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei: No.. and no-no. Friend asking over the line.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chehh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me, such a simple conversation could enlighten me so much in the afternoon where I could never understand after all. THANKS PEI!!! I thought to myself, maybe 'they' hated my disarrangement and wrong interpretation of my expression. Hahah... who cares now? Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current mode: Linkin' Park - Numb&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/13518670-113076981393846093?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113076981393846093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113076981393846093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113076981393846093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113076981393846093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/moive-or-dinner.html' title='Moive or Dinner?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-113064076408514482</id><published>2005-10-29T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:55:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Up Da Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/1024/DSCN2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/400/DSCN2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you have moved on with life as well as I have, Although we have been apart for a while and may have different loved ones in our life right now. There's still this place in me where your finger prints remain, your shadows still linger and your whispers softly echo my inner world, it is the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Howie Day - Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13518670-113064076408514482?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113064076408514482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113064076408514482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113064076408514482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113064076408514482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/lookin-up-da-skies.html' title='Lookin&apos; Up Da Skies'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-113054611240876155</id><published>2005-10-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:41:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/1024/DSCN00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/6273/400/DSCN00031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only if I wanna proclaim to the world that I love you, but knowing that you are not mine, not yet not here and not now. I am sickeningly tired of this.... wanting your first name to be compound with my last. I think there will be no chance, no U-turn in me &amp; you and I know there will be a bright future lies ahead if I leave the past with a forgotten you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Gwen Stefani - Cool&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/13518670-113054611240876155?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/113054611240876155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=113054611240876155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113054611240876155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/113054611240876155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-only.html' title='If Only..'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112981935451387454</id><published>2005-10-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:46:52.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record-Breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/spartaprague18102005_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/spartaprague18102005_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A player that is out of his Wolrd, playing with no fear indeed an immeasurable gut and confidence. His first goal against Sparta after just 6 minutes coming on from bench was a beauty, controlling his right foot after swerving the ball into the far left hand side of the goalpost from 20 yard leaving with the opposition goal stopper simply chanceless. After rounding up his second of the night, he overwrote his name into the history book of Arsenal by overhauling former record-breaker - Ian Wright. A remarkable 186 goals in 303 games with him being in Arsenal shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back THIERRY HENRY, you have been sorely missed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112981935451387454?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112981935451387454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112981935451387454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112981935451387454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112981935451387454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/record-breaker.html' title='Record-Breaker'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112981230404630540</id><published>2005-10-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:03:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something is not meant to be broken, the value adds to an essential element of the facets. If the drops of certain meanings into the ocean triggers the water vibe, it will not be the original cause of it but the subsequent effects bringing out the chain between the begining and ending. A lot can change between here and then, it would be nice to keep some of those things with me. For now I deeply realise I can't always see you but knowing you are there, shinin' like a star, immortally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what this is about - FRIENDSHIP.&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/13518670-112981230404630540?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112981230404630540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112981230404630540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112981230404630540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112981230404630540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112945850196598433</id><published>2005-10-16T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:36:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Demanding for more? we were born with nothing and will leave this World for nothing. Yet we are fighting so hard for every penny we earn - including emotional and financial investment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought of how spoilt you can be when you are a big fat laid back couch sitter? Have you taken eveything you have for granted? when things seem to go your ways so easily - in so far as thinking about there are catastrophic natural disaster going around in the very globe we live in - the Tsunami &amp; massive earthquake? How bombs are being dropped and war is being triggered these days? Thinking about how fortunate we are when 'someone else' is left to take the suffering but not you? Contemplating how deperately but humanly there are dying people fighting for lives and foods? Have all these happening become just mere piece of commercial revealed on TV to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early, I was reading a very exclusive statement made by the FIFA president - Blatter who slamming at how modern footballers asking for 100,000 or even 120,000 pounds for weekly salary; these highly paid players monthly salary totals up to the fact that where their their parents cannot even earn for a decade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More? what's more?&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/13518670-112945850196598433?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112945850196598433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112945850196598433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112945850196598433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112945850196598433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-more.html' title='What&apos;s More?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112944368022885964</id><published>2005-10-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:52:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Put</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I going back or staying put? Went out with a friend of mine last night seeing 40 years old virgin, the night went by pretty uneventful, rather- unfacied. As though someone giving me such an uninspired but honest answer, that will suffice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Jay - Kai Bu Liao Kou&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/13518670-112944368022885964?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112944368022885964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112944368022885964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112944368022885964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112944368022885964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/stay-put.html' title='Stay Put'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112894934693434058</id><published>2005-10-10T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:16:21.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You asked me if I wanted to win the world back,&lt;br /&gt;Going around searching for you&lt;br /&gt;I am without an answer&lt;br /&gt;If tonight was the night&lt;br /&gt;I would pick myself up so that I can be whole again, decidedly&lt;br /&gt;As day goes by, I've always believed there is an unbreakable bond&lt;br /&gt;A bond that lies between here and then&lt;br /&gt;It was you who brought about a belief&lt;br /&gt;It was you who showed me some beautiful doors&lt;br /&gt;That is dedication...&lt;br /&gt;You carried me through, not by chance but with the fullest of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Even when..&lt;br /&gt;Even when the flower has long wilted&lt;br /&gt;Even when the World has become impatient with me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I am blinded and lost faith within myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Goo Goo Dolls - Better Days&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/13518670-112894934693434058?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112894934693434058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112894934693434058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112894934693434058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112894934693434058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-than-words.html' title='More Than Words'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112882692490005657</id><published>2005-10-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:03:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outspeed or be Outrun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time has its way, doesn't it? And I always say; not enough, not enough... &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/13518670-112882692490005657?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112882692490005657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112882692490005657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112882692490005657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112882692490005657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/outspeed-or-be-outrun.html' title='Outspeed or be Outrun?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112878259026945842</id><published>2005-10-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:44:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepin' Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was quite sick while I was uploading this entry..... I need a restful break. Perhaps I just wanted to drop a few lines here before I call it a day. So bear with me if I am bloggin' craps here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we live for the better at the expense of someone else's sacrifices at the same time we might be someone else's success at our own expense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Micheal Buble - Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08/10/05, 10:43pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112878259026945842?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112878259026945842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112878259026945842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112878259026945842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112878259026945842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepin-child.html' title='Sleepin&apos; Child'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112878025387678087</id><published>2005-10-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:22:39.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whe Love &amp; Hate Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/album_4_lineup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/album_4_lineup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything starts with a story behind; obscure or revealed, and I am no exception. Couple of months back then, I was bloggin' up anything but love-related articles. It says it all simply. Having clarified that, that did not necessarily reflect where my thoughts laid, my mind wasn't really directed towards the point in regards to the blogs revealed. Well, not to a great extent; no. There isn't much denying to be suspected but I thought they were rather general in nature. Nevertheless, I did have my difficult times, where I'd tend to live within myself, where I was heading no where.. it was this song that carried me through. I hope some of you who have this song or have yet to get this song will echo my inner thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whe Love &amp;amp; Hate Collide - DEF LEPPARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Instead of slamming down the phone girl, for the hundredth time&lt;br /&gt;I got your number on my wall, but i ain't gonna make that call&lt;br /&gt;When divided we stand baby, united we fall`&lt;br /&gt;Got the time got a chance gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;Got my hands on your heart gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;All i know i can't fight this flame&lt;br /&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm crazy 'bout you baby, time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;One night alone&lt;br /&gt;Is like a year without you baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;When love and hate collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fight no more, i don't know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;When we treat each other baby, like an act of war&lt;br /&gt;I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is like a stranger, hits you right between the eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's a time and a place and a reason&lt;br /&gt;And i know i got a love to believe in&lt;br /&gt;All i know got to win this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm crazy 'bout you baby...crazy...crazy&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;One night alone&lt;br /&gt;Is like a year without you baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;One night alone&lt;br /&gt;Is like a year without you baby&lt;br /&gt;If you have a heart at all&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;When love and hate collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mode: Black Eyed Peas - MY HUMPS (cute .. lol) &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/13518670-112878025387678087?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112878025387678087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112878025387678087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112878025387678087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112878025387678087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/whe-love-hate-collide.html' title='Whe Love &amp; Hate Collide'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112877692781263128</id><published>2005-10-08T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:11:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi all, me is back!!!!! Haha… actually haven’t really been anywhere. Just find it hard to update my blog these days. It would be less forgiving if I simply said I do not have the times. To some extent, I had not got much to share and thought I was running out of ideas at times. I reckon I have been living too ‘within’ myself. *puke*… d**n!!! What is too ‘within’ myself? Beauty comes from within? Not in my case of course. Anywayyyyy guys, Here’s what I want to share and realise that while I was blogging this, at that very moment, was all I had, ever ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking all these…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A car = $25,000&lt;br /&gt;2. Expensive restaurant = $200&lt;br /&gt;3. Brand new laptop = $1,799&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice top wool suit = $299&lt;br /&gt;5. Latest Nickelback’s album = $24.95&lt;br /&gt;6. A Bday present = $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Sharing dim sum of breakfast with mates ocassionally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112877692781263128?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112877692781263128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112877692781263128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112877692781263128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112877692781263128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112823251765503643</id><published>2005-10-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T03:33:47.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a religious person, nor do I follow any rituals of prescribed "10-commanmand" or similars. Boldly speaking, I have my own set of values which I find it irresistible and persistent over times. However, some principles written in the books of religion are, I personally reckon, irrefutable.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 13:4-7. Holy Bible)&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/13518670-112823251765503643?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112823251765503643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112823251765503643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112823251765503643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112823251765503643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-bible.html' title='Holy Bible'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112801176256084452</id><published>2005-09-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:37:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Scandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The recent focus of corporate governance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has developed into one of the most contentious issues facing accounting today since the global share market meltdown of the late 1980s and more controversial in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s with infamous corporate failures including Harris Scarfe, OneTel, Ansett and HIH".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The above-citated extract was from one of my early essay.... I think the later statement should go as: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws". How true.. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: This was not a mistake, it was intended to be a photoless blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: .... none.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13518670-112801176256084452?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112801176256084452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112801176256084452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112801176256084452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112801176256084452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/corporate-scandals.html' title='Corporate Scandals'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112782542543112815</id><published>2005-09-27T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:55:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Bein' Insensible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sat here thinking, maybe thing is not like that and it just wasn't meant to be. I have said this number of times and I will say it again; life isn't about getting what you want, nor is it measured by how much you give out. Let's face it this way; you can't have everything you'd like to have. You must hold onto some things and let go of others. Learning to make those choices is one of the big lessons of this life. People have claimed that the one you love would not make you cry, the one does is not worth your tears. Again, love does not hurt until the person hurts you, you will not feel the hurt unless you truly love him/her. I wish my statement would go rather unequivocal in so far as everyone is being able to see. Nonetheless, understanding that things are easy said than done.... Fact is that truth always remains to be seen. So I thought ....... it may not be worthless but maybe it is just not worthwhile holding on so tightly to the things you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mode: Jay Chou - Fen Lie&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/13518670-112782542543112815?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112782542543112815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112782542543112815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112782542543112815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112782542543112815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/state-of-bein-insensible.html' title='State of Bein&apos; Insensible'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112763145684144394</id><published>2005-09-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:08:11.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Somethin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When blue collar is not enough, when you are called upon to justify your competency, it is when you have to get refined when your mentality is still sharp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;High levels of motivation and achievement often require an unrealistically positive self-image, whereas people with more accurate self-perceptions tend to lose the motivations to go with the business of living. They are sadder, but wiser&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current mode: Kelly Clarkson - Becasue of You. &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/13518670-112763145684144394?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112763145684144394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112763145684144394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112763145684144394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112763145684144394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/try-somethin.html' title='Try Somethin&apos;'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112755722206767216</id><published>2005-09-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:27:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Chin - A name given by my parents, something that I didn't get to choose for my life. Albeit I am more affectionately known as Bill, as close friends and family have been calling me with Bill for most of my life. Since I have moved to WA, they prefer to call me Will.... Will? What is that? I got myself questioning why they called me Will. For quite some time I get used to it and kinda..... .. ermm.... don't really wanna use the word 'like'. Anyway, though folks are still sometimes confused with where Bill is made out of from 'William Chin Kian Woo'. However, A typical Englishman will not be unclear with that. Anyway, is it Bill or Will? Well, I don't really get to be called what I really want, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mode: Shannon Noll - Shine&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/13518670-112755722206767216?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112755722206767216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112755722206767216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112755722206767216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112755722206767216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-my-name.html' title='It&apos;s My Name'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112747120164312749</id><published>2005-09-23T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T03:27:57.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thx U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/Front%20yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/Front%20yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is "thank you," that would suffice&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/13518670-112747120164312749?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112747120164312749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112747120164312749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112747120164312749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112747120164312749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/thx-u.html' title='Thx U'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112729825495134581</id><published>2005-09-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T03:28:54.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. ABC&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you something that has always been with me all this while. I am in love with a person that I shouldn't, now...and now I am hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. XYZ&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong? How come you guys can't be together? And what is really holding you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ABC&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, each day I just want her a little more .... I don't know what to do; I have felt so helpless lately. For once I thought that I'd do anything for her just to hold her back in my arms. Albeit with her remaining unimpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. XYZ&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, maybe you are just being lost. You know, if that is what you really want to do. You won't be like this now, getting so left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ABC&lt;br /&gt;Maybe......... maybe you are right. But......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss. XYZ&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know. Loving someone is not like this. It takes you a lot more than whatever u have been through now, it grabs you inside out, and tosses you upside down. If you truly love someone, you will unquestionably be there for him/ her, you will need to take care of her without a single sign of moan. No matter what your positions are, your love to her is unchanged. You need to give and share what you've got even when unasked. You need to even be content when someday his/ her heart is no longer yours. The spirit of loving is undying no matter what the circumstances are. Could you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ABC went off quietly. Ever since, Mr. ABC has established the habit of spelling love as.........&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C-O-M-M-I-T-M-E-N-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/13518670-112729825495134581?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112729825495134581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112729825495134581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112729825495134581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112729825495134581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-it-doesnt-matter.html' title='When It Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112703912046222032</id><published>2005-09-18T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:29:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My week has been absolutely chaotic, adding up to the fact today is Sunday. Well, I didn't use to enjoy on Sunday for some petty reasons. It may sound absurd as Sunday is the best time to get a bit laid back. The thing is I hadn't even yet had the time to 'hate' or think about this Sunday. This Sunday went very blurry indeed after the entire week of accumulated unslept hours and f*****g st*p*d soccer competition this morning. So, I was very uncompromising to the work-to-be-done for an extravegant afternoon nap, I only noticed that I hadn't had afternoon sleep for quite some time after waking up and cleaning my teeth (brushing my teeth really rang the belt as I questioned myself why I was brushing my teeth at this time - afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't treat yourself nice, no one will as much as to the extent you do. Being busy is not to have to run your own bus-i-ness, because the adjective of "busy" does not equate to the noun of "business". As letigimate as that&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/13518670-112703912046222032?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112703912046222032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112703912046222032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112703912046222032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112703912046222032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112697328574761576</id><published>2005-09-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:41:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Rudimentaries W 1 Quandary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. TV - More into Australian Idol lately.&lt;br /&gt;2. Work - taxation at large &amp; 3 at small&lt;br /&gt;3. COMPUTER!!!! I may lose quickness on reaction of long-distance vision. But will I go blind one day? I suppose I am more blinded by human errors.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fruits - My favourite are kiwi, orange, banana, &amp;amp; apple.&lt;br /&gt;5. Camera - Nikon, well though it should not fall under the list&lt;br /&gt;6. Beverage - Been having Vita-milk (HK made), more ordinary ones are mocha, milo, choc milk, milk, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. Supplement - vit B complex, C, fish oil Omega 3. I tend not to take more than I actually need.&lt;br /&gt;8. Toiletries - Vicks (addictive isn't it?), limp pump.&lt;br /&gt;9. Phone - family, friends, loved one? Well, don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sport - I try to play as much football as possible these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the ten-daily-necessity make up a balanced and healthy life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was making out this blog, friend of mine actually buzzed me over the MSN and posted me a question that has really got to me.... I mean it has got me going crazy. It left us pulling our hair out of it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;how do you create, in Microsoft Word, a footer for the even number pages with the page number right aligned and a centred title of: Health Care. Then create a footer for the odd number pages with the page number left aligned and a centred title of: Health Care?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't just read on!! If you know how, please e-mail or drop me a comment here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ta!!&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/13518670-112697328574761576?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112697328574761576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112697328574761576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112697328574761576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112697328574761576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/10-rudimentaries-w-1-quandary.html' title='10 Rudimentaries W 1 Quandary'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112687928277702041</id><published>2005-09-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:05:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservatism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A conservative man is who thinks that nothing should be done for the first time. A bold man is ... is senseless. If you stay still and are too afraid to take risk, you would risk even more. But if you think you can, you can, If you think you can't you are right.&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/13518670-112687928277702041?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112687928277702041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112687928277702041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112687928277702041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112687928277702041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/conservatism.html' title='Conservatism'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112652111267037570</id><published>2005-09-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:32:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/JustforLaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/JustforLaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112652111267037570?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112652111267037570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112652111267037570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112652111267037570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112652111267037570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/simple-fact.html' title='Simple Fact'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112645294805898703</id><published>2005-09-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T08:35:48.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN1925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it seems to me that if there were god, then we would be the abandoned one, being left out and alone to make decision on our own. To make our necessity and essentiality – though important or trivial. But sometimes we believe in things so badly that as though they will be realised, as if our prayers were kept safe for god to answer. It is our belief in impossibility that makes it possible.&lt;br /&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/13518670-112645294805898703?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112645294805898703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112645294805898703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112645294805898703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112645294805898703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-believe.html' title='To Believe'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112615705475567134</id><published>2005-09-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:15:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Begins Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not long ago I was so saturated with the fact that I could not get a job AND had yet to possess a PR. I could not tell where I would end up... procrastination was far from being written in my agenda, not even close. Whilst great deals of impetus had consistently been part of my unprogrammed plan. Frankly, I had done everything single thing that I could have possibly performed to get to where I wanted to be, to bring my daily more in line with that of my objective. Quite ironically but not unpredictably I was left with limbo with full of frustrations at times. I.e. things just did not turn my way. Kinda confessing to a friend of mine, I was then told this "&lt;em&gt;your time will come&lt;/em&gt;". Till then I understand what it really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering doubt had finally ended, my eagerly long-waited Aussie PR was finally granted successfully!!! A mixture of hectic schedule was also underway and playing a large part of my routine. The overlapping duties, or more appropriately my 'jobs' were that I was already working for 3G Hutchison Telecommunication, and as usual my petty income from private tutoring. John is my boss from 3G, who appreciates my efforts and has given me the opportunity to work under his realm. Though it is more down to him being shorthanded I reckon as a result of his expanding business in Perth. An overriding issue somehow sets in the day, which tends to have cooled off or I thought I had found my feet over the periods if you like. Anyway, the superseding issue is....... A new job offer came in! Well, it is much more than a job I highly regard it as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything seems to go my way. A position that I have been longing for bl**dy g*dd*mn eight months. So there I went, having been through two interviews as well as a relatively long phone call with one of the partners. The timing of such offer coming in cannot be any more magical. But wait a sec, what happens to my current position then? A headache goes whilst another replaces, doesn't it? That is the law of reality. I was only left finding out that John - my current boss - has put me under his 'big plan' of business expansion in W.A. I am confident to say this; the newly adjusted offer that John outlaid before me on the coffee table was very exceptional for a new graduate. To be honest, I feel absolutely flattered and I dare going a bit further - honoured. In comparison, nothing should be taken for granted from that of accounting position to this one. What captivates me really is to get a feel of becoming an accountant. Hey Will, have ya made up your mind yet? YES!!! Wait a minute, maybe no... what if I stay? Will there be turning back?....... maybe I should stay on... no no.. I should move for that......NOOO!! AArrrgghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much thinking was done, I thought to myself if I go for what I studied for, I may regret one day for not undertaking such an extremely rare career prospect. Again, if I do stay on and ultimately get promoted to a store manager by telling off myself what I initially wanted to do I may even regret more badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people, don't really want to linger on this subject for too long but I think that pretty much wraps up how my life has been over the past eight months or so. Up to this point in time, it is absolute highlight of my year. It is also more than anything I could ever ask for from god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: It is my greatest gratitude of all to &lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pasinotti&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lim&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Chong&lt;/strong&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/13518670-112615705475567134?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112615705475567134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112615705475567134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112615705475567134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112615705475567134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-journey-begins-here.html' title='My Journey Begins Here'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112588289353641074</id><published>2005-09-04T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:22:47.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCF0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCF0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How long have you been working unrelentingly? How far back then when you first started to work like this? Everyone deserves something better, at least everyone deserves better. Driving yourself to the edge of exhaustion is never a good idea even you've got much to do. Listen to your body when it tells you when it requires a break, and don't push hard just because you think you can. Take care of yourself now rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of mine forwarded this wicked scenery from Czech Republic. Woww~ I thought it was time for a vacation. Folks, maybe it's yours too. Haven't bothered thinking about this? Well, set yourself some short-term goals in order to be able to achieve those long-term ones. Now, admit yourself to a break. &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/13518670-112588289353641074?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112588289353641074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112588289353641074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112588289353641074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112588289353641074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/pay-off.html' title='Pay-off'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112585167200092968</id><published>2005-09-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:38:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/eyes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/eyes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only things could be better, if only time would prove someone right, if only error could be rectified, If only preset would tell what lies ahead, if only I could live beyond the boundary at the same times disguise how I feel... I know they are all failing actions. If you don't wish to let someone to see your weaknesses, show it anyway. I thought I had been living under the truth of facts but only found out I was buried in an absyy with full of pretensions. "The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart." &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/13518670-112585167200092968?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112585167200092968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112585167200092968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112585167200092968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112585167200092968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/truth-is.html' title='Truth is....'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112581782405213929</id><published>2005-09-04T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T03:20:45.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Da Goin' Gets Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCF0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCF0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the going gets tougher, things are set to turn against it, spirit is then to be demoralised. Doesn't make sense? When you have your going going tough, you are the only one who can tell the difficulty. When your going gets tough it is also times where you tend to struggle from reality or self-generated depression - sinking feelin'. It is also time to step back and get refined. &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/13518670-112581782405213929?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112581782405213929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112581782405213929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112581782405213929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112581782405213929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-da-goin-gets-tough.html' title='When Da Goin&apos; Gets Tough'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112548397960806806</id><published>2005-08-31T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:08:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourty Thousands Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realise that I can be ridiculously busy at times, when I said I am busy, I mean it. I am not here to put up any complaints. In converse sometimes it feels great to be busy, doesn't it? I have always believed it when they say success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love music!! No matter how insane the day gets, music never seemed to fade away my distant reach. It is my yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I even cannot agree more when music is said to be the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing. When you desperately need silence, even the loudest music can provide you with the means better than those *rseh*le you don't wanna listen to or with thier unspoken blacked-faced body language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what sort of day you come through, it is just a day with a normal 24 hrs you would otherwise get through. If it is good it is wonderful if it isn't, it is experience. There is always tender new plant from wilted branches. .. always sunshine after rainy day... and always beautiful tomorrow when the window is inevitably shut today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it or leave it, because no matter how seriously you want to take thing as you will not live more than fourty thousands days days in your very life. God is fair.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One year = Three hundreds sixty five days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ten years = Three thousands six hundreds firty days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One hundred years = Thirty six thousands five hundreds days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One hundreds and...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you live more than 40,000 days? I doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/13518670-112548397960806806?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112548397960806806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112548397960806806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112548397960806806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112548397960806806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/fourty-thousands-days.html' title='Fourty Thousands Days'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112520135940170051</id><published>2005-08-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:50:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o2 Mini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Produced by HTC. Functionally identical to Qtek S100, i-Mate JAM and T-mobile MDA compact. Other features? It has got almost everything a modern mobile phone 'should' have in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't get me wrong folks, I ain't here to promote 02 Mini pocket PC. I simply wanna show you how a 02 mini will look like when skinned. I might subconsciously refute the latter statement since 02 is the current sponsor of Arsenal lol. Having the chance of getting a hang of it for a few times, I come to  the conclusion that it is indeed handy - functionality wise. In comparison, the outlook of Motorola A1000 seemingly looks, I would much prefer, classier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pocket pc that you can now get around A$899. Of course it is a phone that does much more than that, It facilitates, for what I think is important, Wording, Excelling, PowerPointing and outlooking. Though I am not convinced that the camera capped at 1.3 mega pixel. &lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/o2_xda_ii_mini-944.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for full features. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112520135940170051?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112520135940170051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112520135940170051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112520135940170051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112520135940170051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/o2-mini.html' title='o2 Mini'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112503059894710832</id><published>2005-08-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:30:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Tea or Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN18521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN18521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a long long conversation with a close friend of mine over the phone from overseas tonight. Getting to know about this fella's bits and pieces could sometimes put me under many unprecedented influences. Tonight was counted towards one of those (extraordinary)... I was left speechless when he told me he proposed to his girlfriend about an engagement. Unsurprisingly, we got stuck on this subject for quite a number of minutes. We didn't stop.... well, not until he stunned, inspired me in a stricter sense, with a compelling advice after I asked "why do you prefer to be attached than single, or vice versa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is always better to be attached than single, the reason is being very simple...... When you are single you cannot be anything but being alone all the time but when you have a companion you still have the personal space to be 'single'"...... he claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thought that has left itself so inspirational and immortal .... and left me unable to agree more. &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/13518670-112503059894710832?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112503059894710832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112503059894710832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112503059894710832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112503059894710832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/coffee-tea-or-me_25.html' title='Coffee, Tea or Me?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112481099100762899</id><published>2005-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:11:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polina's Birthday 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi folks, I was thinking this for quite a while and realise that I haven't actually posted anything with what I do here, the people I meet etc etc ........ so here's a brief compilation of Pol's Birthday, that correspoends to what I do or enoying doing, doesn't it? well, who cares?! so enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here comes the Bday girl. It has been some time since we have known each other Pol. With the time shared, it was never short of laughters and has always been wonderful having you around. I count myself as lucky having participated in two special ocassions of yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The trio - Run, Roon, &amp; Ron. *faint* not even close. Though we are all anti-man utd, this nicely positioned shot may well be the photo of the night *another major doom* lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN02271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's Wanying (the gal padding my back) the other two will be introduced shortly. The two blokes? Need I say more?..... waste my time only lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one is not about what wishes the Bday gal made nor is it how loud the bday song went it is about the bday cake. Readers, trust me.. it is huge, thick, cheesy, filling, yet yummy.. *puke* lol. I hope those who had really enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bday gal gently slides through the thick n huge cake. Many say, If memory serves me well, that you shouldn't cut the cake right to the bottom where the coaster rests, because your wishes won't come true. Is that rite? Or is it your wishes don't come complete if the knife does not come out clean after sliding the cake through? which one is it?----? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN02941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN02941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What do you do if you can't finish a giant slice of Bday cake? Get it messed up on your mate's face! This shot could have been the photo of the night where I stuck a piece of cake on Dixon's nose - cameraman reacted slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0263(1)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/320/DSCN0263%281%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A more intimate nexus. Chong looks like he is the boyfriend of Bday gal where he is sitting so close, he is somehow then flanked by me n' Dixon. So the beauties go from the left - Fina, Toto, Pol, Hannah, Sandy, &amp; Elen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5157/1191/1600/DSCN0263(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN0272.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The big group of course.... So there you are, Happy Birthday Polina 2005!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112481099100762899?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112481099100762899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112481099100762899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112481099100762899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112481099100762899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/polinas-birthday-2005.html' title='Polina&apos;s Birthday 2005'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112426607514725322</id><published>2005-08-17T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:11:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/B42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/B42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear blue skies.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112426607514725322?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112426607514725322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112426607514725322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112426607514725322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112426607514725322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/before_112426607514725322.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112426334737088588</id><published>2005-08-17T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:40:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On 12/August/2005, I was at work and made known of a shocking news on my 3 mobile - &lt;em&gt;Malaysia Declared State of Emergency&lt;/em&gt;. Being in great tensity of haze, the financial capital, Kulau Lumpur was 'swallowed' by a level of more than 400 and with main harbour in Port Klang was peaked at more than 500!! (well, if memory serves me well). Next day, The West Australian newspaper reported.........."&lt;em&gt;Malaysian anger at the haze from forest fires boiled over yesterday as opposition activists demonstrated nosily outside the Indonesian embassy, they demanded compensation for the choking smog from Indonesian forest clearances which has forced schools to close, disrupted transport and caused breathing problem&lt;/em&gt;......" Complaints go on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has occured to question that who is to blame with this incidence since worst haze crisis previously in the region was in 1997-98, and was also caused by Indonesian forest fires? Should it be proposed to stop pointing fingers at each other? Digging out and tackling where the problem lies seems to be the only radical solution now - putting off the flame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting enough, according to an Internet source on Tuesday August 16, 9:54 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Indonesia will prosecute 10 companies - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT OF THEM MALAYSIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - for illegally lighting fires on Sumatra Island that have enveloped much of Malaysia with smoke". For full story, &lt;a href="http://asia.news.yahoo.com/050816/ap/d8c0kel00.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112426334737088588?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112426334737088588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112426334737088588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112426334737088588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112426334737088588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/after.html' title='After'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112385750576109361</id><published>2005-08-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T07:47:41.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human organs, scarcities, and sale: morality revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read a tiny journal of medical ethics today and thought it has got to do with an article I posted early - titled The Island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Despite stringent and fine tuned laws most jurisdictions are not able to curb organ trafficking. Nor are they able to provide organs to the needy. There are reports of the kidnapping and murder of children and adults to "harvest" their organs. Millions of people are suffering, not because the organs are not available but because "morality" does not allow them to have access to the organs. Arguments against organ sale are grounded in two broad considerations: (1) sale is contrary to human dignity, and (2) sale violates equity. Both these objections are examined in this article and it is concluded that they reflect a state of moral paternalism rather than pragmatism. It is argued that a live human body constitutes a vital source of supply of organs and tissues and that the possibilities of its optimum utilisation should be explored. Commercialisation should be curbed not by depriving a needy person of his genuine requirements but by making the enforcement agencies efficient"&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/13518670-112385750576109361?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112385750576109361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112385750576109361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112385750576109361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112385750576109361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/human-organs-scarcities-and-sale.html' title='Human organs, scarcities, and sale: morality revisited'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112372813183672368</id><published>2005-08-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:43:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insider's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/solus_alerts_left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/solus_alerts_left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been lots of talks about Arsenal, supporters or anti-Arsenal crowd. In respects to new season just getting underway in days, how should this once-before-unbeatable team be described as in a modern day today? As they are waving goodbyes to Highbury and entering into a new stadium in 2006/07 season, a trophyless term is nearly unthinkable. With the sore departure of our captain to Juve - Patrick Vieira, critics have been raised as to fractionally if not radically re-building the squad. This may be argued that Arsene Wenger should and/or could have done more to additions to squad than he did. By far, Arsenal have only added one major signing - a Belarusian Aleksander Hleb from VFB Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the Community Shield as a defeat to Chelsea, our new boy no. 13, who is far from being afraid of the giant Chelsea tight defense, looked to be an influential figure on the pitch. His run and control of the ball was simply incredible. This is also to put up that Arsenal have brought on a great performance against Chelsea though result did not matter, well... at least in a personal perspectives. There were lots of positive elements should be enjoyed. Arsenal were still very much up to a branch of attacking football, simply terrorizing Chelsea defense on many occasions with speedy run, classy touches, and flowing passing. What did worry me was the Gunners defense that was awful at times, looking far from assured. Speaking to rebuilding the squad, I strongly reckon this area is where Arsene Wenger should be scratching his head on. On the field further up, Wenger may have been credited for cashing in the proceeds from the sales of Patrick Vieira, who was still very much marketable. Center midfield should look well equipped with the likes of Gilberto Flamini, Fabrecas, and Hleb. Latter is versatile to supplement both flanks while Fabrecas has also shown proficiency on the right. These flexibilities should be enjoyed if Pires and/ or Ljungberg were short. Mind you, Reyes could also fill up Pires� preferred position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our available strikers may, though I am not convinced at times, be just right under required consideration. Henry is always a certain no. 14 in the team if he stays suspension and injury free. Bergkamp seems far from being able to play at a consistently high level; the non-flying Dutchman further curtails striking options when it comes to European competitions. Much responsibility is inevitable to be resting on Henry, Reyes, and van Persie, the latter two are contingent upon the situation that Reyes is not dropped deep and Persie is to be pleaded not guilty with sexual charges in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exacerbates, I would suggest, situation could be the transfer of a captain armband to our no. 14, who has far greater responsibility to bear on the field. To some extent, having given more workloads to Henry may just make him lose focus on his stunning performance again. Ultimately, I hope Wenger would give a chance to Quincy who wonderfully shined in World Cup Youth competition last months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Arsene looks short of having 'plan B' and is saving up betting chips that is equivalent to putting all eggs in one bucket again this season. &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/13518670-112372813183672368?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112372813183672368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112372813183672368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112372813183672368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112372813183672368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/insiders-perspective.html' title='An Insider&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112369231700305260</id><published>2005-08-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:49:51.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Zero-sum Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/hyhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/hyhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are two types of people in this world, first being those who come with a quality of self-centered characteristic. This clique of people is strong, determined, and always in the right state of mind to be in control. Another group is those who were born with a blank piece of sheet, not giving a d*mn what goes around and blindly let the first group to fill up the sheet. &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/13518670-112369231700305260?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112369231700305260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112369231700305260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112369231700305260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112369231700305260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-zero-sum-game.html' title='Life is a Zero-sum Game'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112360210305058940</id><published>2005-08-09T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:58:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recognisable Football Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/98opiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/98opiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the most read football websites by the production of ESPN channel - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccernet.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.soccernet.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It would absolutely be flattering and you will be out of words if your questions were posted up and got read by million of visitors around the globe. How does it even feel when a veteran ESPN commentator answering your question raised? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a read the following links closely enough, you may just discover the trick of it ^^...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=8811"&gt;http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=8811&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=8455"&gt;http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=8455&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=5931"&gt;http://proxy.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=5931&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112360210305058940?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112360210305058940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112360210305058940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112360210305058940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112360210305058940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-recognisable-football-site.html' title='Most Recognisable Football Site'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112328770227466827</id><published>2005-08-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:10:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message of da Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you listen just a little closer&lt;br /&gt;and if you would stay just a moment longer.&lt;br /&gt;You might be able to hear these drops of regret&lt;br /&gt;fall into the bucket&lt;br /&gt;And you might be able to see these drops of sorry"&lt;br /&gt;filling up the bottle&lt;br /&gt;But if I bring you just a little closer&lt;br /&gt;and if I could hold you just a moment longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might be able to take back those drops of regret&lt;br /&gt;and empty that bucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I might be able to soak up those drops of sweet "sorry"&lt;br /&gt;and break open that bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We made this fairy tale into a very short story&lt;br /&gt;You deserved a much better ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very very sorry..…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew the easiest thing for you is to forgive me for what I have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hardest thing is for you to forget what I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of how many "sorry" I have....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did you know what, babe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you can't forget is just another way of saying you can't forgive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112328770227466827?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112328770227466827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112328770227466827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112328770227466827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112328770227466827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/message-of-da-bottle.html' title='Message of da Bottle'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112308220523502923</id><published>2005-08-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:23:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/gfdgfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/gfdgfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Island....  you're going to the island, transported to the world's last paradise, yes, you have been chosen. Lincoln Six-Echo, one of many flawfree-made inhabitants that dwell in a carefully controlled, if not perfectly designed, environment. Like all of his peers, he hopes to be chosen, by means of lottery, to go to the world's last paradise - the uncontaminated island. But he unsteadily questions every single existent in his very own dwelling place, only to discover that he was, like all of his peers, made to provide possible damage of his 'origin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scientific movie that shows to be contentious, having been directed by Michael Bay and starring Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johansson. For those who have seen the firm, did anyone of you question the core issues of the firm? What if, which are likely, human clones are to happen? Where does the moral lie? The equation of this issue cannot be less than politics, religions, sciences, and atheists etc.... any mankind you can think of to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it 'legitimate' to clone humans and later on transplant the required parts of the body to its counterpart? Answering this question, there are further considerations to be taken into account. Let's assume there is a God, a set of principles is held in faith so that we are made to believe that our creator is God but no one else. Cloning human beings is anything but sin where one goes beyond God's plan. It is even more controversial when a scientist 'harvests' a cloned being where s/he literally commits 'murdering'. An atheist may just not disagree more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no God and we are only abandoned kinds? Does it feel 'ok' when a scientist 'makes' and then kills off a being to save a baby with tumour? Or let the infant cease to live and replace the cloned one....... one another? No easy answer. An ideal situation could be to 'creating' the counterpart if and only if needed, by approach to imprinting no memory to the human clone... basically, gives them no chance to live. Make and harvest. It is probably one of the disturbing scenes that many would go against the idea of human cloning. That is, creating a bunch of literally human beings who eat, sleep, game, and socialize etc.... then you take back their lives for the purpose of others'. But again, there will be no 'them', absolutely nothing had it not been their creator - scientist. Is it just a matter of the timing as to when to kill off the being or should there be no human cloning altogether? Think carefully for those who stick with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets pretty familiar to the daily news now, what is the difference when one aborts and puts a baby's life to an end just after giving birth? Former is legal while the latter isn't..... a matter of when again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find out what is going to happen about human cloning for the coming generation.... no matter what, it does not seem to be under our power to get the final say. &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/13518670-112308220523502923?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112308220523502923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112308220523502923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112308220523502923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112308220523502923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112300938578296620</id><published>2005-08-02T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:14:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Miss U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you deeply, but I am without you and have yet to get you back in my arms. Yet I know I need to surppress my feelings and to put off the burning flame in my heart. When I master the routine of thinking about you being just a mere habit, it is where I die inside.... I will then let you fly free without feeling the pain my soul could bear.... but again, that makes me miss you even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-112300938578296620?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112300938578296620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112300938578296620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112300938578296620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112300938578296620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-i-miss-u.html' title='When I Miss U'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112273679901773586</id><published>2005-07-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:02:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/Image-7E469B2DE5F611D9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/Image-7E469B2DE5F611D9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi guys, haven't heard from you for quite a while. How are you all doing there? When I was reviewing some of the composed photos, I was thinking to myself Gee~ U guys have grown a lot. Well, appearance of cos, what did u think? Also, side way huehuehue lols. Gratefully, I enjoyed very much the 2005 CNY &amp; beach outing photos very much. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I call it a day, will introduce u guys to my faithful readers. (Left to right) Kin - not too sure of his personality but i'd reckon he's an extremist, little cowboy - no one cares abt his real name since we've been calling him affectionately for years, Man - we thought he was 'beautiful' as girl, his nick was more famously known as "Angel spreads flowers" doesnt make sense does it? the motive of wanting to know him was be'coz of his sisters only lol jk jk... actually it was his next to kin, Gel - same goes for him, was more infamously known as "lady killer". Virtually many gals fell for his preys jk jk.. lolz. (more troubling one, in green) Paul &amp; Balak last but not least Beckham, it tells a lot about this lad just getting to know his names doesnt it? Quiet simply, he is unpredictable, as simple and difficult as that. Lei - one of an extinct kind, loyal to his friends and faithful to his beloved ones. Downside is he is a fast driver by which he sees no one ever drives in front of him, what adds things worse was his battle car, which was no more than a 2.4L Hilux , and Tak in black, black T-shirt I mean, not "Man is Black" hehuehue lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys have been with me for almost one-third of my life, need I say more?&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/13518670-112273679901773586?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112273679901773586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112273679901773586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112273679901773586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112273679901773586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/brotherhood.html' title='Brotherhood'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112256705443456473</id><published>2005-07-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:28:46.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus &gt;&lt;, or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;??? what the heck is that ??? I was tidying my bedroom and noticed 'he' kinda caught my attention tonight, though he has been sitting there in a prominent location of the shelf all this while. Thanks guys for giving me such a thoughtful B'day present. YES, not being sarcastic I have contemplated a lot about the function or dyfunction of this little fella. Sadly, I have yet to find out what it is for. It is written at the bottom of this little fella "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Munchkin HOT Patent Pending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". It will be appreciated if anyone can tell me what it does (&lt;a href="mailto:wckwb@yahoo.com"&gt;wckwb@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: Octopus can't have 6 legs, can they? .... well, mine does... &gt;.&lt;&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/13518670-112256705443456473?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112256705443456473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112256705443456473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112256705443456473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112256705443456473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/octopus-or-is-it.html' title='Octopus &gt;&lt;, or is it?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-112256679245864403</id><published>2005-07-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:12:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not easy to survive in a competitive environment. To stand out you will need to dig in and work hard. Do you want me to tell you this? Hard work does not guarantee success, but the latter cannot be done without hard work. Similarly, there is no short-cut to heaven, nor is there to success. Bullshit may take you to success, but it won't KEEP you there.&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/13518670-112256679245864403?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112256679245864403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112256679245864403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112256679245864403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112256679245864403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112231183680889804</id><published>2005-07-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:09:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport 4 Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eugene McCarthy says being in politics is like being a football coach. You have to be smart enough to understand the game, and dumb enough to think it's important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I say Love is the only game where two parties can be the winner. To be successful, you have to be smart enough to fall in love with the same person, and dumb enough to give unconditionally. &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/13518670-112231183680889804?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112231183680889804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112231183680889804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112231183680889804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112231183680889804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/sport-4-thoughts.html' title='Sport 4 Thoughts'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112203880232485847</id><published>2005-07-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:56:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it Within Urself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/mixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/mixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Viewing a movie trailer gives u lots of curiosity, excitement, expectancy etc...... most crucially it is stimulating, instantaneous, directive, inspiring, and thought provoking. The effect of it is right on the spot, making you really desire to see it and uncovering your curiosity. In many cases, it may not turn out as fabulous as what it is perceived in the preview. What leads to afterward would be disappointment, complaint, criticism and in a more extreme case - regret altogether. Would it not make logic if you could reserve the facet of curiosity at the first place by not taking an advanced step? God may put us under the freedom to make choices in life; nevertheless some choices are not meant to be decided upon but to be lived with that comes its way. For example, luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some feelings are not meant to be pursued, likewise some conversion of friendships to loved ones are not supposed to eventuate. Even some solid ground of affection should not be consolidated. Many have claimed that friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never. I have learnt to take thing less seriously and not to take it for granted because in some way god may just take away the things you presently want it most, I have also somehow learnt to love someone without wanting the needs of her being by my side, discovering the gratitude of loving somebody by not possessing her but by means of thinking about her on occasions, wishing her happiness and health to be my fulfillment. For now I realise true love expects nothing in return, for the one does is not real but pure investment. Like a movie trailer, the sparkling short-lived scenes &amp;amp; experiences of a crush, even an infatuation, is solidly ever-lasting and most timelessly beautiful if kept deep down inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart"&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/13518670-112203880232485847?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112203880232485847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112203880232485847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112203880232485847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112203880232485847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/keep-it-within-urself.html' title='Keep it Within Urself'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112186597159296817</id><published>2005-07-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:28:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateur Soccer ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4-week winter break is imminently coming to an end &amp;amp; 2005 2nd semester is just around the corner. Just wanna take this special prilivege to thank you guys for the once-a-week soccer arragnment for the past 4 weeks. It has been wonderful... it truly has. So brush off all the excitement and get prepared for the new challenge.&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/13518670-112186597159296817?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112186597159296817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112186597159296817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112186597159296817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112186597159296817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/amateur-soccer.html' title='Amateur Soccer ^^'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112174876198704602</id><published>2005-07-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:08:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Safe in WA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought this photo was partcularly distinctive and was gonna write a thank-you note other than cracking up a factual joke. Well, I am sticking with the latter one since the 'patrician object' is already in this very photo lolz.Though the 2nd patrician is not here, you will realise why it is when you read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get pulled over and yelled at by Police officer something like "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"... "YOU ALMOST HIT OUR CAR YOU KNOW?"..... ARE YOU DRUNK?" This actually happened with this white &amp; super-power-steering Honda Accord. When asked what was wrong, luckily the driver did not answer "my tyre is botak (bold)" lolz. "Are you drunk" asked the officer, driver explained in anxiety "no, 'cos I lost grip on the steering wheel". "Be careful" yelled the officer. In fact, we were expecting a breath-test on alcohol level but given that moment of the night was pretty wet as a result of early pouring, the officer somehow convinced the driver's statement. I know you (driver) will kill me when you read this lol, so I am prepared to share my own experience as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reckon I was the unlucky one, considering I got pulled over and had my breath tested by the WA police twice for the past 6 months or so. The more cracking one happened a couple of months ago and with this and the early incidents (above) it leaves a never-failing laughter among the group. What happened was I was turning right into a traffic-lighted &amp;amp; two-laned junction. As soon as the light turned green I switched from my lane to stay on left without signaling (while the officer had been behind me), soon after the annoying red &amp;amp; blue flashing light was on with an unbearable sound "biu biu~" Hahaha---- LOL. There I was getting a series of lectures and my breath tested. What cracked my whole clique up was the police saying "&lt;em&gt;dont do it in front of officers&lt;/em&gt;" I.e. Do not cross the lane without putting your signal while you are aware that an officer has been behind you purposively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: His tyre was in fact totally botak (no joke lols)&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/13518670-112174876198704602?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112174876198704602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112174876198704602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112174876198704602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112174876198704602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/drive-safe-in-wa.html' title='Drive Safe in WA'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112140353366379606</id><published>2005-07-14T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:10:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da powerhouse, da captain, da inspiration-er..... a goner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/Pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/Pat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early last month I have had an article written regarding the fare-wells of Bergkamp and Highbury. It did not take long to shaken me when an astonishing news broke out as one of our Highbury favourites leaving us for good - PV4, Patrick Vieira 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a faithful Arsenal fan, I am not prepared to probe into nor would I speculate the insights of the selling of our influential captain. All I can say is when Pat no longer services for the Gunner, it would take an enormous piece of Arsenal away. Thank you for the beautiful nine years you gave us, thanks for standing up for the lads when we got bullied by those a**holes, thank you for the last kick of the ball as an Arsenal player that won us the famous English FA cup, thanks for leading the Gunners to an unforgettable unbeaten season, thanks for the bonds you have established in the squad, thank you Pat, you will always be special for Arsenal, always in our hearts and our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best Pat, we will all love you as a person and a player, ALWAYS.&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/13518670-112140353366379606?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112140353366379606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112140353366379606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112140353366379606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112140353366379606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/da-powerhouse-da-captain-da.html' title='Da powerhouse, da captain, da inspiration-er..... a goner.'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112135374911543722</id><published>2005-07-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:31:52.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/If_u_love_someone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/If_u_love_someone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many couples would kinda come and go in some point of this period during the year. I thought it might be heartwarming to share a beautiful article for those who wanna stand firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're afraid to love a person because of friendship, you have two choices: either tell what you feel and let the love take place or hide the feeling under a friendship full of pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds but when these two worlds collide and become one, that's what you call magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can never be so beautiful without friendship. One leads to another and the process is irreversible. The best of lovers is the greatest of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you because you're my friend, and because you are my friend I care, and because I care, I love you. I don't love you because you are my friend, I love you because I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I've asked myself, what would make me happy? To think that I have everything else, I get what I want. Then I realized it was YOU, too bad 'cause it's you i can't have. I can't choose who I'm gonna love, but I also can't love who chooses to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't blame me in choosing to love you as much as I can't blame you for not learning to love me. I'm sorry if you can't love me the way you loved the one before me, so I'll let you go find him/her and hope someday you'll see that the one true love you're looking for was the one who set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I say goodbye to someone I never had? Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine? Why is that I miss someone I was never with and I ask why I love someone whose love was never mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny we're trying to catch the attention of the one we think we love; we hardly notice the one we're really looking for was just there. You don't notice them 'till they are in the arms of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought, think of this: Have you really cared for someone more than you expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to love him/her despite of all the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep on loving him/her as he/she whispers someone else's name? Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride. When you love someone, don't expect that person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be head, the other behind. It's either you catch up or the other waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love, you must not accept anything in return, for if you do, you're not loving but Investing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love, you must prepare to accept pain, for if you expect happiness, you're not loving but using. True love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like standing on wet cement, the longer you stay the harder it is to leave and you can never go without leaving your prints behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love a person like a flower, because a flower dies in season. Love them like a river because a river flows forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't have to have a happy ending, 'cause love doesn't have to end at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it may give you aches and pains, but if you don't follow your heart, in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may leave your heart like shattered glass, but keep in mind that there's someone who'll be willing to endure the pain of picking up the pieces so you could be whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruelest thing a guy could do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall! And fooling around with her feelings like they meant nothing. (This goes for gals as well).&lt;/strong&gt; &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/13518670-112135374911543722?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112135374911543722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112135374911543722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112135374911543722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112135374911543722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/luv.html' title='Luv'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112127972522129054</id><published>2005-07-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:13:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN13451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN13451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were all alone, I should be somewhere but not be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got sucked in with all the uncontrollable pre-events, I would not resist but to go with the flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the worlds wanted to test me with the hardest trials, I should get on a good ride and wait for what comes along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things were there for me to be conscious of which I failed, I would be willing to re-take the opportunity irrespective of what it takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are not meant to be now, I shall keep my head down and be patient to get to where I want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people could not forgive me for what I have done and/ or how I have made them feel, I would quietly bear the karma with no objections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If..... and If...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to have the courage, let the instincts guide you.&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/13518670-112127972522129054?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112127972522129054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112127972522129054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112127972522129054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112127972522129054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112105528812061766</id><published>2005-07-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:36:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Shapes the Foundation of Beings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSC00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSC00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What lies underneath this once-before-tallest building, KLCC, in the World? What holds the bricks firm together? What shapes the beautiful lightings with enormous electricity power? ... and the questions go on.... Seeing the twins tower makes me recall a famous quote, it goes something like this: "All love that has no friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand".&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/13518670-112105528812061766?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112105528812061766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112105528812061766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112105528812061766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112105528812061766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-shapes-foundation-of-beings.html' title='What Shapes the Foundation of Beings?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112058368096579273</id><published>2005-07-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:09:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What U Do Defines U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/bb_international.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/bb_international.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may not be regarded as one of my favourites but its slow development to thrills somehow satified my expectation. At first I was full of anticipations that the movie would be very much Spiderman-like where the 'traditional' Batman's actions and custume are openly unveiled throughout the show. Rather, the heroic apperance did not last long with its full reveal only coming unambiguous at the 2nd half of the firm. Nevertheless, there should be no complaints about the firm which we paid $7.50, considering the show ran over 2 hours (longer than conventional ones - one and a half hours). In true fact, we did not expect to have this firm seen this evening but the more massive one by Steven Spielberg - War of the Worlds. Believe it or not, it was full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some conversations worth mentioning in Batman, though. Katie has a philosophical statement "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It is not who you are underneath, but it is what you do that defines you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". What a sophisticated or maybe incontestable opinion. Further, Freeman asked "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;why do we fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so that we could pick ourselves up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" answered he. &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/13518670-112058368096579273?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112058368096579273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112058368096579273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112058368096579273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112058368096579273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-is-what-u-do-defines-u.html' title='It Is What U Do Defines U'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-112022714576467185</id><published>2005-07-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T07:25:32.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His name is Jumbo (well, if it is how it is spelt). A friend's pet of mine. He is so tidy yet he weighs over 12 kgs!!!! What a food lover. A more telling story is his size, he does not run much as many WON'T take a pug for walk in a regular basis. This little fella even gets breathing problem for the sake of 'creeping' up and down the staircase lol. Embrassingly, I even thought it was an animal other than dog as he kinda freaked me out upon our first meeting. Having more opportunities to 'tease' him, he is absolutely a loving pet with the quality of, friendliness, approachability, and playfulness though unreliability as such.&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/13518670-112022714576467185?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/112022714576467185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=112022714576467185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112022714576467185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/112022714576467185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-creature.html' title='Little Creature'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111929043331372255</id><published>2005-06-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T03:11:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dutch maestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/palace14022005_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/palace14022005_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has got skills, visions, pace, and technical abilities, which make him one of the most wanted front-lining partners at Arsenal. His sublime killer pass has been pivotal to Arsenal goal-scoring records, and his discipline has been very much unconcerned on and off the pitch. Even the king of Highbury – Theirry Henry prefers to have him upfront so that he does not have to drop deep and focus on outrunning the opponent’s defense. That pretty much sums up who the player I referred to – Dennis Bergkamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergkamp is entering his 10th season as an Arsenal player. Undeniably he has done so much so much so much for Arsenal where former legend Tony Adam could not resist to label Bergkamp as “irreplaceable”. In summer 2004, it was not even enough to shaken Adam with the highly possible exit of influential captain P. Vieira. What Adam did take into consideration for his beloved club was the day when D. Bergkamp hangs his boots up, sharing his views on Bergkamp whose contribution to Arsenal is simply matchless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His countless passes that sent his partnering marksman wild are simply remarkable &amp; irresistible. In 2004-05 seasons, he managed to net 8 goals but that is just the tip of an ‘iceBerg’. Bergkamp has significantly impressed in goal creation, assisting 13 times in EPL. Only two players outclassed him in top flight – F. Lampard (14) &amp;amp; teammate T. Henry (16). The best goal Dennis has ever scored has got to be the one against Newcastle on 2001. Before his low drive to releasing the ball to pass Given, Bergkamp was faced with tight defence he cleverly flicked the ball and made a turn sending the defender all in vain. That was, I personally reckon, where the magic happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His commitment to the Red &amp;amp; White shirt is never questionable. With his professionalism, Bergkamp is a true great and pure class.&lt;br /&gt;Rhys Wood said “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thank God there are still players like Henry, Bergkamp, Maldini, Costacurta, Puyol, Javier Zanetti, and so on who are still at their clubs not for the money they earn, but for the sheer joy they have and the love they have for their club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is, seems likely, Bergkamp’s last season, is it not coincidental that we are saying goodbye to two existing entities at Arsenal next season – Highbury and Bergkamp? When 2006-07 season kicks off, they will sorely be missed after tremendous amount of memorable moments they have given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-111929043331372255?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111929043331372255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111929043331372255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111929043331372255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111929043331372255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/dutch-maestro.html' title='The Dutch maestro'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111924955621169286</id><published>2005-06-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:55:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invincibles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/49_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/49_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing my beloved Arsenal unbeaten record coming to an end really drives my heart to an abyss. With the away defeated result at Old Trafford in 2004, many critics have been put in place ever since, stipulating the Gunners' untouchable record is now no more than a piece of history. Few commentators predicted the Gunners would finish the season 2004-05 lying on the EPL table no higher than 3rd spot. The Gunners stuck together and worked their head off to reclaim 2nd spot (when they were 5 points behind 2nd spot) and beat the Red Devils on the FA cup final. The intensity of old rivalry between the 2 massive clubs may have been eroded by a ‘third party’ in 2004-05 – the Blues. Chelsea should be congratulated with the consistency they showed so did their arrogance. The Blues have publicly vowed to emulate the Gunners' unbeaten run and soon after the cocky Morinhno's men got a timely fight-back from the tactician Arsene Wenger, saying "&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for us going through whole season undefeated is a REALITY, for them it is a DREAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gunners could, I strongly believe, count on the season 2004-05 as successful. Arsene Wenger may have paid the price of over-employment on relatively inexperienced youngsters. His faith will definitely be paid off by the talented young stars for the years to come. For now think deeply the likes of Pilippe Senderos, Gael Clichy, Robin van Persie, Mathiey Flamini, Francesc Fabregas, and Jose Antonio Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to put up that football embraces large elements of varied perspectives, but the numbers do not lie.&lt;br /&gt;· the 49 unbeaten run&lt;br /&gt;· Biggest margin win on 7 - 0 demolition men result&lt;br /&gt;· the sweet victorious over FA cup final&lt;br /&gt;· the Community Shield&lt;br /&gt;· Scoring 87 goals that is the highest goal-scoring team in EPL (15 goals more than Chelsea). Also the highest goal-scoring record under Wenger’s era&lt;br /&gt;· Securing 83 points – third highest under Wenger’s realm&lt;br /&gt;· Wenger has once again proved that he NEVER failed to steer the Gunners falling under 2nd EVER in 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;· Thierry Henry shares the spoils of Golden Boot, manages back-to-back Hat-trick in spite of long-standing minor but nagging injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrespective of how the football worlds looking at my Gunners, I am still very proud to proclaim that when it comes to fascinating attacking and perfect computer game-like inch' passing football, Arsenal FC remains the only team to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer shares his views, which truly reflects the footballing styles of Arsenal. It goes like this……&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They used to say Muhammad Ali could float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. Arsenal swim with the grace of a dolphin - and bite like a shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" (anonymous, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the English Premier League title remains our first priority when fresh season kicks off, we will be ready to challenge the most prestigious cup – Champion League. Not only do we possess the ingredients but also we will be mentally capable of taking the trophy off Anfield.&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/13518670-111924955621169286?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111924955621169286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111924955621169286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111924955621169286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111924955621169286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/invincibles.html' title='The Invincibles'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111920315707075802</id><published>2005-06-19T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:08:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottesloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiLL loves the beaches here. If I were to leave Perth, the crystally white sandy beaches is one of those things I would definitely miss. Chances of heading off beaches are getting limited since wintery season just kicking in and also going to a beach seems inevitable to have a 'reason'. 'Good' reasons being friend/ family outing, outdoor activity etc... Ain't we just taking everything for granted when sometimes something makes it so easy for us and yet we yell out there should be some sort of reasons for doing particular thing that we love? If you are passionate (or obsessed for extremists) about beaches, simply take your arse off the chair and get it out there, well, even for a tiny walk. Indulging yourself with the things you love is inseparable part of life......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-111920315707075802?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111920315707075802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111920315707075802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111920315707075802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111920315707075802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/cottesloe.html' title='Cottesloe'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518670.post-111874620887505521</id><published>2005-06-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:05:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my Hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."&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/13518670-111874620887505521?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111874620887505521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111874620887505521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111874620887505521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111874620887505521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold my Hand...'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111860354064709395</id><published>2005-06-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:05:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do u feel when u r 3,000 feet above?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What sort of feelings do you usually embrace with your thoughts whenever &amp;amp; wherever you are taken few thousands feet off the ground? Flying with a metal object could be a mental torture if deprived of sleeps. Ironically speaking, travelling, especially alone, could probably be one of the best moments for one to re-capture his/ her past, it could outline the significance. It does not hurt trying when you are on a plane and can't get yourself in sleep next time. &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/13518670-111860354064709395?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111860354064709395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111860354064709395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111860354064709395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111860354064709395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-do-u-feel-when-u-r-3000-feet.html' title='what do u feel when u r 3,000 feet above?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111855431728813203</id><published>2005-06-11T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:06:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is believing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/DSCN1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/400/DSCN1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in a dark &amp;amp; chilly afternoon. It tells a lot about how good the guitarist is, doesn't it? well... It should have been said how good the photographer is (camera effects). Many assert that seeing is believing - the Sun 'rises' from east then 'falls' at west being seen by our human eyes. Seeing is not necessarily believing. The Sun does not rise nor does it fall. What moves is the very ground that our feet have been planted upon - the Earth. Appearance can deceive, what is felt with the heart is the truest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13518670-111855431728813203?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111855431728813203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111855431728813203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111855431728813203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111855431728813203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/seeing-is-believing.html' title='Seeing is believing!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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-13518670.post-111850462440276450</id><published>2005-06-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:06:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mooooooooo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/1024/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/6273/320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks, Bee. Didn't really start a blog like this. Personally, I wasn'treally up to a blog on a website. Credits to Tak &amp;amp; Bee, the former was inspirational to me to start off, well.. the latter has been instrumental to my website (computer expert) lol.&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/13518670-111850462440276450?l=unimportance18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/feeds/111850462440276450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13518670&amp;postID=111850462440276450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111850462440276450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13518670/posts/default/111850462440276450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimportance18.blogspot.com/2005/06/mooooooooo.html' title='mooooooooo....'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07990247742693908105</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>
