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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3485480183944236698</id><published>2010-05-26T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:00:51.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile - Uncle Kracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You're better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me, &lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Jack&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/1889374935823459163-3485480183944236698?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3485480183944236698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3485480183944236698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3485480183944236698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3485480183944236698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile-uncle-kracker.html' title='Smile - Uncle Kracker'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4090251277314477339</id><published>2010-05-23T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:11:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore - The Only Exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I saw my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;And curse at the wind&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart&lt;br /&gt;And I watched&lt;br /&gt;As he tried to reassemble it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my momma swore that&lt;br /&gt;She would never let herself forget&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day that I promised&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love&lt;br /&gt;If it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darling,&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;That love never lasts&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to find other ways&lt;br /&gt;To make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've always lived like this&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a comfortable, distance&lt;br /&gt;And up until now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had sworn to myself that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Content with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Let go of what's in front of me here&lt;br /&gt;I know you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to believing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, And I'm on my way to believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her Only Exception.Glad the choice was made..32..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4090251277314477339?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4090251277314477339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4090251277314477339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4090251277314477339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4090251277314477339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-exception.html' title='Paramore - The Only Exception'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-8605503224839676387</id><published>2010-01-16T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:03:40.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I Both - Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;Others only read of the love, the love that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards&lt;br /&gt;More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not so little you and I anymore&lt;br /&gt;And with this silence brings a moral story&lt;br /&gt;More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just dream of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally out of&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of&lt;br /&gt;Finally deedeedeedee&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, oh, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you have go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;br /&gt;And if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;and others just read of and if you could see now&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally out of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-8605503224839676387?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/8605503224839676387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=8605503224839676387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8605503224839676387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8605503224839676387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-and-i-both-jason-mraz.html' title='You and I Both - Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2093913818690656195</id><published>2010-01-16T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:35:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>You know how it's like that one have so many friends and am constantly surrounded by people but still feel lonely? Being lonely in a crowd, at a party with friends or even just having dinner. Sigh.. sucks having to walk on a dusty road thinking someone is following behind you but when you turn around, there isn't anybody there.. Things like this haunt me day and night. Why? Why is it so hard? I've never wanted anyone that badly before. NEVER. Now.. I'm in dilemma. I wanted to move on.. but yet.. something inside still tells me to cling on. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-2093913818690656195?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2093913818690656195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2093913818690656195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2093913818690656195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2093913818690656195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_16.html' title='-'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5137541146498344718</id><published>2010-01-15T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:44:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>Crap.. why do I still miss you? Sigh.. after all that's been said and done. Guess this ain't the easiest thing to do huh? After all the partying and going wild, things still seem the same.. where I left it before.. this is.. saddening I'm afraid. Temporal distractions.. epic fail..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5137541146498344718?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5137541146498344718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5137541146498344718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5137541146498344718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5137541146498344718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4922081748847308167</id><published>2009-12-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:31:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forked Roads</title><content type='html'>I've reached the point where the road splits in two. Where do I go from here? Time and again I told myself it's time to move on. It's not worth it anymore. Is this pain I'm feeling the punishment of my mistakes of the past? Am I to blame fully for all this? Sigh.. I don't know what to do anymore. It's numbing. But yet, knowing all this.. I still cling on. Why?! Why?! Stop acting like you care! Stop telling me you want to check up on me. It's been more than a month now and I've been feeling better. Lesser tears. More joy. At least from temporal distractions. Then you come around putting hope into my heart. Making me wonder if we could be again. Now I'm crushed. Lost and confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to love you anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4922081748847308167?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4922081748847308167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4922081748847308167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4922081748847308167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4922081748847308167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/forked-roads.html' title='Forked Roads'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4148586314605516593</id><published>2009-12-14T04:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:01:52.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet one of those nights again</title><content type='html'>Alright.. I don't want to think about this anymore alright? I give up. I really don't know what to feel anymore. The feelings.. they're so numb right now. I've endured through this all this while. You don't even want to hear from me. Sigh.. enough. I don't want to cling on anymore. Please teach me how to leave. To just live and let go if that's what you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, last night was totally awesome I supposed. Jean! You're finally 20! Good for you! Thanks heaps for throwing an awesome party. Had enough to drink. Duhhh.. well, not from our table anyway. Whatever it is. It's all good. Love the crowd.. People! You guys made my day. Which brings me to naming those that actually made it fun for me.. Jean of course. There's also Vernie. Yes! I know you enjoyed your 1st time out clubbing with us! You were smiling ear to ear at the end. There's also Yasmin. Thanks girl.. you were an awesome date. Uhh.. Azfa and gang.. and of course, Candice and Dan.. How can I go clubbing without you two huh? ;) And the rest of the people I barely recall. You guys were an awesome bunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving on this road of sadness and pain is not my choice to make. If only there was an exit on this friggin highway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+SuicidalAct+&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/1889374935823459163-4148586314605516593?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4148586314605516593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4148586314605516593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4148586314605516593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4148586314605516593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/yet-one-of-those-nights-again.html' title='Yet one of those nights again'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3073310199022076310</id><published>2009-12-14T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:54:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you mend a broken heart</title><content type='html'>When living for my life&lt;br /&gt;Was everything a man could want to do&lt;br /&gt;I could never see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I was never told about the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And how can you mend a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;How can you stop the rain from falling down?&lt;br /&gt;How can you stop the sun from shining?&lt;br /&gt;What makes the world go round?&lt;br /&gt;How can you mend a this broken man?&lt;br /&gt;How can a loser ever win?&lt;br /&gt;Please help me mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me live again&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the breeze&lt;br /&gt;That rustles through the trees&lt;br /&gt;And misty memories of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;We could never see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No one said a word about the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And how can you mend a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;How can you stop the rain from falling down?&lt;br /&gt;How can you stop the sun from shining?&lt;br /&gt;What makes the world go round?&lt;br /&gt;How can you mend this broken man?&lt;br /&gt;How can a loser ever win?&lt;br /&gt;Please help me mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me live again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3073310199022076310?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3073310199022076310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3073310199022076310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3073310199022076310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3073310199022076310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-can-you-mend-broken-heart.html' title='How can you mend a broken heart'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2475966807091948134</id><published>2009-12-10T04:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:54:14.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times of regret</title><content type='html'>The calmness of the night. The stillness of the air, it brings back memories of you. Staying over and having you right next to me. Remember waking up in the dead of night. Slowly and steadily I rise from bed just to gaze at you sleeping. The sound of your steady breathing fills the air as you sleep lie there quietly like a little child snuggled up for the night. I miss how you smell. My favorite shampoo that. The smell of your flowing hair as you walk past me. Soft and delicate, you have beautiful features that I can gaze at with love and adoration. Ohh.. how I missed you darling. What would I give to get everything back? Everything. I'm willing to try if just this once more. To be able to feel your warmth, to hold you close. To tell you everything would be alright because I'm here. That I would fight away your nightmares and to be your very own superhero. I love you honn. I really do. Missing you as always. Gosh! When would this actually end? It's been 11months but yet the feelings never changed. One small mistake took away my shot at love. A love that's different from any other. A love only YOU can give. Too many apologies were said. Too much of hurt and pain was inflicted. If only I knew better then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regret is only mistakes of the past.&lt;br /&gt;+SuicidalAct+&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/1889374935823459163-2475966807091948134?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2475966807091948134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2475966807091948134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2475966807091948134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2475966807091948134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/times-of-regret.html' title='Times of regret'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2185046747656889514</id><published>2009-12-06T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:56:23.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close - Jon Mclaughlin</title><content type='html'>You're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you're beside me and look how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We're so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-2185046747656889514?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2185046747656889514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2185046747656889514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2185046747656889514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2185046747656889514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-close.html' title='So close - Jon Mclaughlin'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4950275450155049927</id><published>2009-12-05T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:35:20.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Missing You - Tamia</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is raindrops, falling on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, tell me why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this pain I feel, won't go away&lt;br /&gt;And today I'm officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that from this heartache, I could escape&lt;br /&gt;But I've fronted long enough to know&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;And today I'm officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, can't nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Said it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I-I'm officially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is lay around, two years full of tears&lt;br /&gt;From looking at your face on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just a week ago you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even know you at all, I don't know you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish that you could call me right now&lt;br /&gt;So that I could get through to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's safe to say, baby, safe to say&lt;br /&gt;That I-I'm officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, can't nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Said it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I-I'm officially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I could just get over you, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I see that's something I just can't do&lt;br /&gt;From the way you would hold me&lt;br /&gt;To the sweet things you told me&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find a way to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. can't nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Said it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I-I'm officially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official&lt;br /&gt;Hoo, you know that I'm missin' you, yeah, yes&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is raindrops, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I-I'm officially missin' you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4950275450155049927?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4950275450155049927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4950275450155049927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4950275450155049927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4950275450155049927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/officially-missing-you-tamia.html' title='Officially Missing You - Tamia'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-225418364552650290</id><published>2009-12-02T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:44:42.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get me the hell away from this teenage drama! I don't want any of it mann! Don't pull me in! I wanna be a bystander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn! The recent week's parties were doped up mann! Massively cool! Met awesome people! I love you guys! Don't think you guys would stumble on ma blog but it's aite. Anyway, life's just been great I guess. Sigh.. there are heartaches and stuff but nothing I can't handle I guess. Hmm.. nothing much to report. Ain't gonna talk too much about what's been going on anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-225418364552650290?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/225418364552650290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=225418364552650290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/225418364552650290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/225418364552650290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-me-hell-away-from-this-teenage.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-8526069203993243718</id><published>2009-11-28T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:08:55.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please don't pretend to like me if you don't. If you want to let go, let go all the way. I know I won't. I'll love you for as long as I live.. But just don't lead me on. It hurts even more when you do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-8526069203993243718?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/8526069203993243718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=8526069203993243718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8526069203993243718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8526069203993243718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-dont-pretend-to-like-me-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-876587699856085109</id><published>2009-11-28T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:23:22.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it doesn't breakeven</title><content type='html'>I can't help myself. Falling over and over for you. I can't stop this feeling in my heart. I just want truth. To do all I can to assure that you're safe. That you won't get hurt again by anyone. But I can't do that without having you to call my own. I'm done crying over this matter. I really am. I can't do this anymore. I would still hold on no matter what. That's how much I actually put into this. I can't let go. I love you.. Mistakes made cannot be erased. I can do what I can to improve. To be better. But I need you to be there, watching and understanding that all this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess it's karma. You win. You broke my heart, torn it into shreds and returned it to me. It's broken beyond repair. In the end, I was the one that handed the ball over to you. It's in your court now. It can't be helped. The bottomline is, I became the loser. I need a shoulder, an ear to listen. Anything from anybody. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crying in the rain.. That's truly emo. Managed that today. The chilly, ice cold rain pouring down from heaven above. Washing my pain away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-876587699856085109?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/876587699856085109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=876587699856085109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/876587699856085109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/876587699856085109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-it-doesnt-breakeven.html' title='I know it doesn&apos;t breakeven'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-1345031103363391727</id><published>2009-11-28T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:15:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="genmed"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Artist:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.yeucahat.com/search.php?s=%E7%8E%8B%E5%8A%9B%E5%AE%8F&amp;amp;mode=artist"&gt;王力宏&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://search.yeucahat.com/search.php?s=Wang+Lee+Hom&amp;amp;mode=artist"&gt;Wang Lee Hom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;Composer:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.yeucahat.com/search.php?s=%E7%8E%8B%E5%8A%9B%E5%AE%8F&amp;amp;mode=composer"&gt;王力宏&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_end --&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt;   &lt;span class="gen"&gt;愛你 不是因為你的美而已&lt;br /&gt;我越來越愛你 每個眼神觸動我的心&lt;br /&gt;因為你讓我看見Forever，才了解自己&lt;br /&gt;未來這些日子 要好好珍惜&lt;br /&gt;愛我 有些痛楚 有些不公平&lt;br /&gt;如果真的愛我 不是理所當然的決定&lt;br /&gt;感到妳的呼吸在我耳邊 像微風神奇&lt;br /&gt;溫柔的安撫 我的不安定&lt;br /&gt;所以我~要 每天研究你的笑容 ooh 多麼自然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever love forever love  我只想用我這一輩子去愛你&lt;br /&gt;從今以後 你會是所有 幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情是場最美最遠的旅行&lt;br /&gt;沿途雨季泥濘 偶爾阻礙我們的前進&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1px;"&gt;Forever Love lyrics on&lt;br /&gt;http://music.yeucahat.com/song/Chinese-French/11235-Forever-Love~Wang-Lee-Hom.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感到妳的體溫在我懷裡 像陽光和煦&lt;br /&gt;巧妙的融化 我的不安定&lt;br /&gt;不可思議 證明我愛你的理由 ooh 多麼自然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever love forever love 我只想我用這一輩子去愛你&lt;br /&gt;從今以後 妳會是所有 幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妳感動的眼睛 我沉默的聲音&lt;br /&gt;彷彿就是最好的證明&lt;br /&gt;就讓我在說一次 I love you oh (直到永遠)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever love forever love 我只想我用這一輩子去愛你&lt;br /&gt;從今以後 妳會是所有 幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love  forever love forever love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-1345031103363391727?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/1345031103363391727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=1345031103363391727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1345031103363391727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1345031103363391727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/forever-love.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7304960829128895431</id><published>2009-11-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:35:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money, they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense but what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says, "son you can't stay here"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "there's someone I'm waiting for If it's a day, a month, a year"&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me&lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll get famous as the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;Im the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7304960829128895431?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7304960829128895431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7304960829128895431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7304960829128895431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7304960829128895431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5947946345971263681</id><published>2009-11-21T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:28:18.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go or clinging on</title><content type='html'>Many people told me to let go. I can't help myself. I can't let go of you. I can't.. It's not in me. I've tried to. I really have. I was afraid of getting hurt. I didn't want to feel pain. I let go. Now I regret, I'm scared. I'm feeling hurt right now. You're ignoring me.. I can't seem to forget about you. It's been 10 months but I still love you. You're still in my heart. Girl, what is this? Don't tell me you don't feel it too. You do don't you? You promised me you would try. That we would. There's got to be a reason why you did right? You did put in effort to contact me. To talk to me, to meet up, to catch up and to even stay over.. What is all this? I don't quite understand.. Please explain this to me.. Don't leave me hanging.. you know it hurts.. I've been hurting for so long already. Don't leave. You're already a part of me. Don't take what's me away.. I don't feel myself anymore. I feel lost and downright sad. Help me feel loved again. I need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I want everything but I just need you to give me something.. anything.. Don't leave me with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SuicidalAct&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/1889374935823459163-5947946345971263681?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5947946345971263681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5947946345971263681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5947946345971263681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5947946345971263681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-go-or-clinging-on.html' title='Letting go or clinging on'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-250032330377725685</id><published>2009-11-20T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:21:31.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in my own world</title><content type='html'>Things seemed all too familiar. But different. Things aren't the same anymore thanks to me. I can't erase the past. I can't make up for it. But what I promise is a better future. A promising one. I know I love you.. I know I do. With all my heart. Sigh.. Why must things be so hard? It's like getting lost in my own world. One I grew familiar and very fond with. One I want to always be in.. My world's revolving around you. I wanna tell you so much. I wanna promise you and keep the promises but it doesn't matter now. It all falls apart.. because of what I've done before. I can't prove myself until you give me a shot.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-250032330377725685?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/250032330377725685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=250032330377725685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/250032330377725685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/250032330377725685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-in-my-own-world.html' title='Lost in my own world'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-690804327594534894</id><published>2009-11-17T05:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:53:43.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing after you.. with updates in hand.</title><content type='html'>Considering I haven't blogged for abit. Maybe it's about time I caught up with myself. A few updates on life. Classes have finally started. I was on break before this. Let's review what I was doing before this during semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Jack did during Semester Break&lt;br /&gt;-Became a drunkard that was never sober.&lt;br /&gt;-Trip to Broga Hill (It was a hike but we had a bottle with us then.. Chivas)&lt;br /&gt;-Genting Trip (Only time I didn't have any alcohol. Was with Uni mates)&lt;br /&gt;-Met up heaps of people.&lt;br /&gt;-Stoned.&lt;br /&gt;-Clubbed like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Wow.. how productive. Well, it was a lil before this time that I've figured I have another love of my life. Sigh.. after what's happened. It hit me. I needed to cherish those I cared for. Those I loved. I haven't been the best person. Never been the best companion or friend. Always got around to making excuses. Always pushed the blame. Pointed the finger. I know I'm wrong. I made my mistakes. I regret it. I've thought hard about this and I know for a sure fact that I want it to work out again. There's just SO much running through my head now about her. I know I need her. I want her close. To be sure it's alright. That's she is safe. I'm afraid. I have grown to have a phobia. A fear of losing those around me. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To the other love of my life, I love you.. I'm sorry. I know.. I'm scared too but.. I'm willing to try.. I've lost one of the two already. Don't let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody once told me that loving someone is to let go. I believe loving someone is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SuicidalAct-&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/1889374935823459163-690804327594534894?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/690804327594534894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=690804327594534894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/690804327594534894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/690804327594534894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/chasing-after-you-with-updates-in-hand.html' title='Chasing after you.. with updates in hand.'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7882067536701920235</id><published>2009-11-17T05:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:41:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of a brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's been awhile but I'm back. After much anticipation, yet another chapter in the life of none other.. Me. Considering the fact that it's way past my bedtime, I still can't find a reason why I can't go to bed. It's officially 2 months and 1 week from his passing. About time I blog about him. All the many escapades we never share with others. Countless nights we spent star gazing, sitting in my car just chilling and growing up. Yes, the love of my life, the brother I never had - Shobaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Have I ever told you how we 1st met? Well, here it goes. Life was simple for me back then. The good, childish little boy I was. I finally grew to be in Secondary School. It wasn't exactly the 1st day of the school year but I was late. I was admitted later than most students into the then prestigious school - Victoria Institution. As it was my 1st day in school, I kept to myself most of the time. Met a few friends that would later on grow to be besties. Anyway, that's just a little prelude. It all happened on the way home. Public transport was the only option since my parents were usually busy with work. Alone and young, I was scared of the world around me. Tonnes of people surrounded me, quietly waiting for the arrival of their train ride home. School have only finished moments ago. "The 1st day of school.. not too bad", I thought to myself. Soon, I was aboard a giant, metallic vehicle slowly crawling it's tracks to each stop. Sri Petaling was the last stop and my destination. Soon, the teeming crowd lessened to a miserable few passengers. I minded my own business as I sat quietly in a corner of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Footsteps echoed through the nearly empty carriage. As I looked up, someone caught my gaze. "Hi, are you from VI too?", a young indian chap approached and exclaimed. Almost instantly, his hand shot out from his side gesturing for a handshake. Obliged and shy, I lifted my hand and clasped it onto his. It was that moment, that handshake that changed my life. It was never the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Our friendship grew as time drew on. Soon enough, Jack can never be seen without Shobaan next to him and vice versa. We were inseparable. We shared everything and talked all day. His company was uncomparable. Lovable, fun and straightforward. There was none other like him. Blunt and direct as he was, he was also someone that cared. 1st impressions never did too well for him it seems. Many disliked the idea of him around but soon everybody felt right at home having him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  It was about 7 years and 7 months since our 1st meeting when it happened. All the promises we had for each other. You and I against the world. Us growing old together having grandchildren. Laughing, seeping on fine wine or sitting in chinese coffee shops till late at night talking about our past. The things we were going to do. My 21st birthday celebration. All of that and MORE. I thought it was true. Boy, was I wrong. Torn down and shattered like a mirror hitting the ground, it happened. The time was 6.30am, 10th September 2009. I was on the way home from Subang when I received a phone call. It was Shobaan or so I thought it was. As I picked up the call thinking it was him reconfirming our breakfast plans, another voice could be heard from the other end instead. The voice was familiar but did not register. "Tiru? ", I exclaimed. It was his girlfriend. She sounded in shock and worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the matter?&lt;/span&gt;", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "It's Shobaan.. something.. something bad's happened. I don't know if he's alright or not. He got into an accident.. it was bad.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From that moment on, my world was thrown into a void of darkness. Could it be? Did something really bad happen? Was this all a joke? As I rushed to the hospital, all these thoughts were swimming in my head. What could have possibly gone wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Being greeted by tear stained faces and shaking voices always left distaste in my mouth as it runs dry. No words could ever comfort such happenings. Nothing could ever be done to undo what's happened. The Forensics Department it was called. What a joke. As I got there, I realized where I was, it was a morgue. Stunned and afraid, I was guided into a cold, empty room. Lying lifeless on the metal table was my best friend. -End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A bitter ending it was to this tale. But all is not lost. Brother, I miss you more than anything in the world. Guess it's just you watching my back now. I stay up nights crying for your passing but nothing more can be done. At times I think of you and wish you were here but I know it's not possible. Here is a tribute to you. You'll always live in our hearts. As a brother, lover, son and friend. Here's to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;To have lived the fullest life is not about how old you are or how good your life was, it is about being remembered when you are long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SucidalAct-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7882067536701920235?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7882067536701920235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7882067536701920235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7882067536701920235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7882067536701920235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-memory-of-brother.html' title='In memory of a brother.'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5403242820791462549</id><published>2009-04-23T19:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:29:39.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Time</title><content type='html'>Yet again, I'm having a late post. Can't help it. Finals are coming. OMG! It starts this Saturday. Anyway, I'm totally stressed out right now. Got so much to do. Need to finally go do my student ID and of course.. finish up studying. Now something about what happened recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was absolutely stunning! Balls shaking, sweat perspiring scary crap! Shocking results with shocking goals! Of course.. there was a lot of mistakes on their part.. morons! Don't they know how to clear the ball? Thankfully.. Arsenal managed to scrape by with a 4-4 draw with Liverpool.. thanks for your mistakes too guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about the beauty of Nando's. No.. not the chicken. Who cares about the chicken? No. I'm actually talking about the sauce. Garlic Peri-Peri Sauce to be exact. The taste of Peri-Peri, a lil sour taste with a bit of garlic. Beauty! Absolutely marvelous! A lil spicy yes.. but not too spicy. Neither is it too mild. Just right.. perfection. What we've used the sauce for so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maggi Mee!! (We tried it on the Veg flavor.. added a lil pepper into it as well. Made it marvelously flavoured. The salty feeling with a tintch of spicyness. There's also the garlicky taste which was superb!)&lt;br /&gt;-Toast bread with Chicken Ham (Nothing more to add to this.. it was perfect on it's own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of it all, it's so easy to do!! I love this stuff! It's so good you can even eat it on it's on. Make sure to replace anything with Nando's Garlic Peri-Peri Sauce!! Who puts sugar into their coffee anymore? We don't. Who puts peanut butter on their PB &amp;amp; J? We don't. What do we need? Nando's Garlic Peri-Peri Sauce. Love at 1st taste! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBVnCzFG_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rcvOImJZGS4/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBVnCzFG_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rcvOImJZGS4/s200/P1010182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327852488433671154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garlic Peri-Peri Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBWJmPDCII/AAAAAAAAAFE/fwke50BOuGk/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBWJmPDCII/AAAAAAAAAFE/fwke50BOuGk/s200/P1010184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327853082061768834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Chef Jack and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Chef Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBXIWsdLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ffhM1gYDkXU/s1600-h/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBXIWsdLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ffhM1gYDkXU/s200/P1010186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327854160221908370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Chef Andy busy at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBXhvy0lxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1MEwGea-RiM/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBXhvy0lxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1MEwGea-RiM/s200/P1010183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327854596456224530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our experiment.. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he Maggi Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBbjR2a6nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g_7pDU7UZok/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBbjR2a6nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g_7pDU7UZok/s200/P1010188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327859020824504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBcJBdFx3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3mKj0BGQqx8/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBcJBdFx3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3mKj0BGQqx8/s200/P1010187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327859669258323826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBZNAsECVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jAvAOoWIDNA/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBZNAsECVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jAvAOoWIDNA/s200/P1010189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327856439237282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  As easy as A B C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend loveth at all times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a brother is born for adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Proverbs 17:17-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBZNAsECVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jAvAOoWIDNA/s1600-h/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/1889374935823459163-5403242820791462549?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5403242820791462549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5403242820791462549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5403242820791462549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5403242820791462549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/half-time.html' title='Half Time'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SfBVnCzFG_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/rcvOImJZGS4/s72-c/P1010182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-585012642445346906</id><published>2009-04-21T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:40:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekender</title><content type='html'>So I know I know.. it's a lil late but hey.. I'm posting about it anyway aite? So what did I do during the weekend? A group of us managed to get up really early to go back to nature. Yes, nature. We were having a blast spending time in the great outdoors. Really good workout. It's been awhile since I did anything like this but it was fun.. the food after was awesome too! Since we were at FRIM in the morning, we moved on to IKEA for lunch. Meatballs! Totally jakoon mann.. was totally blur at what to do. The whole system was mindblowing. Either that or I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent my evening baking a lemon cheese cake and soon after with Ruth after BB. Then met up with Simon Lynnett and Jan. Wait.. is that how you spell his name? The dude was totally cool mann. Up front and really fun. Costa Rica did teach you a thing or two I supposed. Totally cool mann. Looking forward to seeing you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!! Guess what? Sunday was normal but Monday! It's our 2 months! Happy 2months deary! Glad I could spend time with you. My 1st ever special day spent at the National Kidney Foundation doing sudoku. Interesting right? Basically, it's true. It's not where you are or what you do, it's who you do it with that matters. I'm glad I have you. I love you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIM D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3QtIiJyzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5RELJM-Lw98/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3QtIiJyzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5RELJM-Lw98/s200/P1010059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327143408052587314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre canopy walk injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3RAn5scsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3t23Rv6ZNP0/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3RAn5scsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3t23Rv6ZNP0/s200/P1010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327143742890341058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us.. meeting up before heading to FRIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3SWiMejrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UQjtlb8rZtM/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3SWiMejrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UQjtlb8rZtM/s200/P1010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327145218827259570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're in FRIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3VkpsctfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fsiEcDd2k18/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3VkpsctfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fsiEcDd2k18/s200/P1010105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148759893456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3V2WU-4wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/65N82G8CJ6E/s1600-h/P1010179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3V2WU-4wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/65N82G8CJ6E/s200/P1010179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327149063932404482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the waterfall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures in FB.. too bad.. lazy to post em here.. so yeah.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 2nd monthiversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3QHqsxnEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W1DZKU0UDts/s1600-h/DSC06279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3QHqsxnEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W1DZKU0UDts/s200/DSC06279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327142764388916290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just you and I now.. making every bit of it count. No matter what, we can stand together against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no fear in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But perfect love drives out fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; because fear has to do with punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The one who fears is not made perfect in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-1 John 4:18-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;   Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-585012642445346906?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/585012642445346906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=585012642445346906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/585012642445346906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/585012642445346906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekender.html' title='Weekender'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Se3QtIiJyzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5RELJM-Lw98/s72-c/P1010059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5183768379406869556</id><published>2009-04-17T03:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:46:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights..</title><content type='html'>It's way past my bedtime. But I can't seem to sleep. This cough is really keeping me awake. Been like this for the past week or so. -_-" Anyway, decided to come online and blog a lil. Well, this would be a backdated post on things that have been happening for the past few days. Let's start off with the day before yesterday. Considering the fact that I wasn't feeling well, my sister decided to make some "tong sui" for me. To make me feel better. Yes, the icky drink with medicinal effects. It's apparently healthy. The taste is alright but the look.. absolutely.. disgusting to the eyes. Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeD0I8CPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/gNF2Te-SeXU/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeD0I8CPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/gNF2Te-SeXU/s200/P1010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325370016164626034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I really want to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeEIrPewPI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hb8Saqq9CCM/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeEIrPewPI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hb8Saqq9CCM/s200/P1010047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325370368970375410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no choice but to savor the love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeEf7adqoI/AAAAAAAAADs/jlMH8PY-0x8/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeEf7adqoI/AAAAAAAAADs/jlMH8PY-0x8/s200/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325370768448400002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZOMG! It is as bad as it looks.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeE537-v2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/MN4qtxtveAo/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeE537-v2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/MN4qtxtveAo/s200/P1010051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371214191837026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Might as well finish it fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeFK8lGvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SKg6TMToGR8/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeFK8lGvgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SKg6TMToGR8/s200/P1010049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371507495845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weird stuff I was downing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeFeuP9_VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hnI4_1QqS_M/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeFeuP9_VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hnI4_1QqS_M/s200/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371847246478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A closer look at what we got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, later that night.. headed out to catch the match. Sigh.. disappointing. Wanted to watch the Arsenal match. Somehow ended up watching the ManU match instead. No worries. They both did well. Beautiful goals. Congrats people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided to go see Ruth since she wasn't feeling well. She was going for a jog after work with her mum. (I know.. who works out when they're sick right? Mind over matter apparently) So yeah.. Instead of spending time with her, I ended up spending time with her neighbor. We walked around the park a lil. Finally know where Taman Paramount putra station is. That's the park they were at. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, am I not telling you enough? I hoped we'd learn about each other by living with each other. Learning each others likes and dislikes when we spend time together. To me, that's the easiest way to know each other. If that's not enough, we do talk as well you know? A whole lot. About everything! From the birds and the bees to politics to what underwear I'm wearing. Everything! Absolutely everything! Sigh.. what I've learnt from my life so far is.. never stop asking. It doesn't hurt. I love that about you of course. I'm glad we can actually share everything. When anything's wrong, we just spill it out. No point keeping it to ourselves right? We can do this! We can walk this road together. Hand in hand.. I can bet you on that. We're almost 2 months already. Hurray! 2 months and many more to come. No worries. :D I love you Ji Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of conversing to my girlfriend on the blog. Too much of PDA anyway. Right? Right? So yeah.. Met a new friend recently. Someone extraordinary. A youth minister of sorts. A teacher. Mr Rodney Duncan. You've been an inspiration. Thank you so much. I really do enjoy talking to you. Being open about stuff without being judged. Thanks a heap! You and your elvish looks. No worries. You're fitting in just right into Malaysia. I don't blame you for the extra weight. It's Malaysia mann! The food is absolutely wonderful. You can't get enough of it. Just think of it. At any time, no matter where you live, there's food around the corner. That's the best part about Malaysia. Thank God we live in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up soon. Really need to start studying for finals. After that, it would be my SEM break. About time.. Hehe. 1 month of rest and perhaps part time job? Need the extra money mann. Grr.. still broke as ever. Rest assured, I know that God can provide and will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me people. There's a whole lot of needs to be fulfilled. Remember me in your prayers aite? Anyway, this coming months would really be hectic. After the exams, holidays wouldn't exactly be holidays. Grandma finally coming back from America again. Woohoo! Cheer for her mann! She's my tough grandma. Chances are.. I'll be going swimming at 5am again. :S Yeah. She did bug me to accompany her to the swimming pool for a morning swim at that hour before. The water was freezing then! Grr.. family would be heading to Perth then. Leaving me here to face my exams. After that, we'll probably be heading over to Redang or Fraser's hill. Looking forward to that. Pictures will be uploaded for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end my post for the day, I would like to list down people that I intend to meet by the end of May at least.&lt;br /&gt;- The usual gang. Kit, Gab, Dan, Shobz etc.&lt;br /&gt;-Lynn.. you blonde! And Lynnett! My bimbo! Better make it for our yumcha session this time!&lt;br /&gt;-Foos buddy! Aaron! Where you la?! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;-Max is finally back from Desaru! Whoodeedoo!! That means I would be spending a lil time in Subang after this..&lt;br /&gt;-Pan Joyee! Where are you?! We've been holding this meet up for a long long time now..&lt;br /&gt;-Moi Kok Lum. Yes, surprising I know. But hey.. I want to catch up with old friends mann.&lt;br /&gt;-APIIT gang. Where you guys la? Stanley kai fan! Piggles! Where you guys?! Must go murni's or da gei again mann. Been awhile since I was feeding with you guys. :P&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone else I missed out. You know you're still part of my list. No worries.. we got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those that intend to meet Ruth, no worries. We got a long way ahead. Yes, everyone's got a chance to see the girl I've so willingly jumped into a serious relationship with. Hey! I didn't exchange em vows for nothing mann. This is the real deal! I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's about it for today.. might update again if I'm jobless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is patient,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is kind,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;does not envy,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; does not boast,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is not proud,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is not rude,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is not self-seeking,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is not easily angered,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;does not delight in evil,&lt;br /&gt;              but rejoices with the truth.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;always protects, always trusts,&lt;br /&gt;              always hopes, always perseveres&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bears all things, believes all things,&lt;br /&gt;              hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never ends.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L o v e  N e v e r  F               a i l s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1889374935823459163-5183768379406869556?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5183768379406869556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5183768379406869556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5183768379406869556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5183768379406869556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/SeeD0I8CPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/gNF2Te-SeXU/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2251900655167012592</id><published>2009-04-10T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:07:06.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sd8HbXIny3I/AAAAAAAAADM/WMYinB5vKKw/s1600-h/248375108_747a376a6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sd8HbXIny3I/AAAAAAAAADM/WMYinB5vKKw/s200/248375108_747a376a6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322981451223255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day He Died For Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, it's Good Friday. The day He hung for us. That judgment can be placed on him rather than us. Let us then remember this day as it is because of Him that we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed by the Lord and I receive all his blessing and love more and more. Read this.. it'll help you understand why.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of Isaiah 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of it would be this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-18717" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But he was pierced for our transgressions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       he was crushed for our iniquities; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       and by his wounds we are healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was because of Him that we receive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Mercy from God Almighty. Praise Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&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/1889374935823459163-2251900655167012592?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2251900655167012592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2251900655167012592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2251900655167012592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2251900655167012592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-he-died-for-us-by-way-its-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sd8HbXIny3I/AAAAAAAAADM/WMYinB5vKKw/s72-c/248375108_747a376a6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-6566041276924728157</id><published>2009-04-10T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:41:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..</title><content type='html'>Honestly, this sucks! I haven't been feeling well for the past 2 weeks plus. Why?! Why is it that when I finally want to do something right, this happens? Phlegm built up in my throat. The discomfort in my chest. The coughing. Grr.. Truly unbearable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been feeling well so I haven't really been in an awesome mood. Thanks Ji Yi for coming over to see me last night. Really appreciate it. Sigh.. it's not that we don't have control on matters. We do. Just that, we want to make full use of the amount of time we have together. Yesterday passed and tomorrow is not here yet. What we have is today, the present. What more can we do other than making full use of it? I mean.. what if something happens tomorrow? Would we want to wake up knowing that we could have had more time together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to think anymore. A relationship is between you and I. Us.. It affects others but not in such a big way. It's not that I'm complaining but seriously.. I've learnt to close a blind eye at things I don't want to see. I've learnt to be patient and practice giving and taking. Why poke your nose into this? Why go against it? It just doesn't make sense to me at all. None of this does. I've made this commitment and I'm sticking to it. I have alot to say and to alot of people but I don't want hurting anyone so I'll keep my thoughts to myself.. Sick of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you for being my ray of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-6566041276924728157?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/6566041276924728157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=6566041276924728157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6566041276924728157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6566041276924728157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3274622869421855947</id><published>2009-04-01T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:15:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>So who is actually referred to as a fool on this wonderful day? It's April 1st today. Hmm.. is it the one getting pranked or the one pranking? No one really knows do they? Well, check out Wiki if you want to know more about it.. there's many other pages linked to April Fool's and it's meaning.. :P Only then will you be enlightened. Ji Yi! It's not a laughing matter kay?! Telling me you're on the way to the hospital etc. I bought it! Was so concerned! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently rushing on my Art assignment. Not too much of an artsy in this aspect so things turned out rather.. umm.. ugly? Thanks Ji Yi for trying to help me. The color wheel turned out.. umm.. okay? I guess.. it looks like a wheel I guess. :P Hahahaha! Chilling.. would post em artwork on my blog soon. Just for the fun of it. You guys can comment on how ugly it is then.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, did I mention I'm rushing my assignment? It's due this Friday... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3274622869421855947?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3274622869421855947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3274622869421855947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3274622869421855947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3274622869421855947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-629650290823121179</id><published>2009-03-30T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:31:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Assignment..</title><content type='html'>Yup. You heard me right. It's 2.30 in the morning and I'm stressing about an Art Assignment due on Tuesday. I'm so unprepared. I really don't know how to do some parts of it. Grr.. This sucks mann! I'm so lost! Help! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, thank God there was nothing serious about the incident earlier. She is currently resting at home. Still.. do remember her in your prayers. Ruth Choy! I want you to seriously get enough rest, food and water! It's essential you know! Don't get me worried about you alright?! I love you.. would come visit later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really shouldn't be here right now. Should be busy finishing or at least figuring my Art assignment. Toodles.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-629650290823121179?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/629650290823121179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=629650290823121179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/629650290823121179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/629650290823121179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-assignment.html' title='Art Assignment..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-9198615163291797974</id><published>2009-03-29T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:33:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday!</title><content type='html'>I actually got to church today. Been attending quite frequently nowadays. Yes, surprise surprise. Pastor's son finally turning back to the light. Anyway, I felt nourished once again by the pastor's sermon. Learnt alot of truths from it. It was totally awesome mann! Glad I'm going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really am under a time constraint right now. Rushing through my Art assignment. Really stumped about what to do for packaging design. Yup. We need to prepare some sort of packaging design for a certain product of choice by recycling old used materials. Hmm.. really need help here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I'm totally angry at someone right now! Angry because of my concern! Girl.. please get well soon. Silly right? Being malnourished and ending up in the hospital. :S Please pray for Ruth.. I know she's be in my prayers today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I found out that spirituality does not come cheap. Nobody poor can actually reach spirituality. As we still live in the world, we still have physical needs. Without wealth, how are we to provide for ourselves? Without money, how can we bless others and thank God for blessings? To achieve spirituality, one must look to God. When that happens, wealth will be added to oneself. Not just monetary wealth but also mental (knowledge and wisdom), emotional (joy and happiness) and much much more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Matthew 6:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The power of prayer moves mountains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&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/1889374935823459163-9198615163291797974?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/9198615163291797974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=9198615163291797974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/9198615163291797974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/9198615163291797974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday!'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7771695729941456457</id><published>2009-03-28T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:00:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Hey people! It's the 28th of March 2009 and today an awesome event would be going on all around the world simultaneously! Earth Hour 09. Would be really lovely if everyone could contribute to this event by just switching off all the lights and unnecessary appliance in support of saving the earth. Come on people! Earth is dying already. Considering the effects of global warming and pollution. We won't pick up rubbish from the roadsides, not even throwing our garbage into nearby rubbish bins. The least we could do is support this event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" "http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc4RIZfCWCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7gmFY0ddT3I/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc4RIZfCWCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7gmFY0ddT3I/s320/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318207045948823586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a boring day. Rushing to do my assignment. I found out something just now.. my assignment isn't due on Tuesday. It's due on Friday! No rush but I really need to finish it up anyway. A whole lot to do! Gasp! I'm still not sure whether I can finish it in time or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you loads babe! Sigh.. since you're busy at BB as usual. (It's a Saturday activity that she attends diligently..) I was left here all alone. :S Well, not exactly but still! Kit and gang are over in PD. Shobaan is dead asleep as usual. College mates don't exactly live next door. Lazy to walk anywhere. :( It's alright.. I'll be patient.. patiently waiting here for you.. Teehee.. I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7771695729941456457?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7771695729941456457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7771695729941456457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7771695729941456457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7771695729941456457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc4RIZfCWCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7gmFY0ddT3I/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7098573779636542685</id><published>2009-03-28T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:51:50.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple?</title><content type='html'>Is life really that simple? Hmm.. been doing a little thinking and observation towards life. Well, here's what I have to say. Honestly, I don't really care what others say. Never really did. Whatever I do, if I give my all.. I don't give a rat's arse what others would think about it. Seriously, I don't get why people have to think of things negatively all the time.. I mean, be happy mann! Things are going good so can't you guys be happy for us? Not that I really bother about it. If it bothers anyone, I'll follow through and listen alright? Because I'm considerate. Hmm.. No hard feelings towards anyone whatsoever. Just need an emotional output alright.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I really thought I could be a laid back guy that ignores what's been said. I honestly couldn't. I tried my best to do so but it hits me so hard. An uppercut to the chin.. Ouch! It hurt alot! Never the less, life is a learning experience. I learn to love and by loving, to forgive. Life isn't that simple after all huh? It's not just you and I. It involves everyone around us as well..&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's good. Everything's fine.. Grr.. need to rush on my Arts assignment. It's due next Tuesday and I haven't even done anything. Oh well, would rush for it and hand it a beautiful assignment by then anyway. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, I love your family. Caring parents, loving siblings. They rock socks aite?! I'm cool with everything. :D And most of all, you. It's a learning process and we do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somebody says I got a lame arse boring blog since it's all words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Little Of Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u and I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0p9fvseui="" aaaaaaaaace="" nrj5_ftvcyw="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0P9fvseUI/AAAAAAAAACE/NRJ5_fTVcYw/s320/DSC06069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317924284162406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0rvrrj1ri="" aaaaaaaaacs="" lktdyomwkye="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0RvRRj1RI/AAAAAAAAACs/LKTDyOmWkyE/s320/DSC06092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317926238783001874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0rvyetbei="" aaaaaaaaack="" z4w6n2l82zg="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0RVyeTBeI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z4W6n2L82zg/s320/Image0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317925801018197474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0swwwkszi="" aaaaaaaaac0="" 4nedcssghk4="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0SWWWkSZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4nEdCssGHk4/s320/Image0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317926910161078674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Monthiversary! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0qnwgtmbi="" aaaaaaaaacm="" mxmdcuvvday="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0QNwgtMbI/AAAAAAAAACM/MXMdCUvVdaY/s320/Image0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317924563540849074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her Gift to me. One month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0qpesamti="" aaaaaaaaacu="" 0cgjd2iyie8="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0QpESAmtI/AAAAAAAAACU/0CGJd2IYiE8/s320/Image0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317925032704383698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Gift to Her.. I know I'm cheap. It's the effort that counts kay?! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" com="" sjcjn7xow="" sc0q5n0htti="" aaaaaaaaacc="" qm8l5ccm2zu="" h="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0Q5n0HttI/AAAAAAAAACc/QM8L5cCm2ZU/s320/Image0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317925317120603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! The card pops up! Cool right? Told you I put in effort! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Life became simpler with you by my side.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1889374935823459163-7098573779636542685?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7098573779636542685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7098573779636542685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7098573779636542685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7098573779636542685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple.html' title='Simple?'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Sc0P9fvseUI/AAAAAAAAACE/NRJ5_fTVcYw/s72-c/DSC06069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5993298455883753681</id><published>2009-03-20T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:17:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>Well, where do I start off? Honestly, I've paused at that 1st sentence for over 10 minutes now. Where do I start? Well, I supposed I should start off with the ranting. OMG! I have to hand in my Econs assignment tomorrow and what time is it already? It's already passed midnight. Sadly to say, I cannot access my web portal.. That means I can't even see what my assignment is all about. To add salt to the wound, I can't contact my teammates. One dropped out of uni. The other.. Sigh.. let's just say he's in a nerdy world of his own. :S Oh well, I supposed Jack's got to do what he's got to do. I knew I shouldn't be procrastinating. I knew that burning midnight oil was wrong. But yet! I did it! So all I need to do is rush through it and hope to get sufficient marks to Ace the friggin class.. Unforeseen I should say.. very unforeseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the a lighter note, I would like to say.. I've had an awesome month! One hell of a month I should add. Getting to know her family and friends. Having her getting get to know mine. Lovely.. absolutely lovely. Yes yes, it's already been a month. Happy one month babe! This is specially for you! I love you. Some may think I know not what love is but heck! I've even exchanged vows with this girl! I want this desperately.. and not just with anyone.. with her! Ruth Choy Ji Yi! I'm glad I have you. Someone understanding, loving and a true giver and taker. I'm glad I found you. I mean.. I've already met you sometime ago but I finally got you and have you as my own. That makes me absolutely happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy birthday Ji Ming! You're a big boy already. Act like one. :P Hahahaha! Yes.. now I mentioned you too! You and Ruth! Together in one post! Woohoo! Must perasan together.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5993298455883753681?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5993298455883753681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5993298455883753681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5993298455883753681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5993298455883753681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-606299569596473278</id><published>2009-03-19T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:25:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>This is totally frustrating! Honestly! I don't know why but alot of thoughts have been swimming in my mind recently. Of late.. I can't even get anything done straight. Sigh.. I really don't know if anything is certain anymore kay? It's just.. things seem really different now since the last I remember sitting down thinking about life. It's not all happy things swimming in my mind anymore. Now it's just anger and darkness flowing thru my veins. I'm not saying that things aren't going well in my life. I have a wonderful family, great friends and a loving girl right beside me. The thing is.. I think somehow my perspective in life somewhat changed. Life isn't all that simple anymore. It's filled with complexity and it scares me sometimes. Sigh.. this financial instability is really start to bug me big time.. really need a job or some other way to make more money.. I'm serious!! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-606299569596473278?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/606299569596473278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=606299569596473278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/606299569596473278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/606299569596473278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3920418170046720666</id><published>2009-03-12T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:56:06.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Yes yet again I'm in college and waiting for the next class to begin. Extremely tired right now. Not because of assignments of course. Even though I still have tons to do. Yeah.. going to be doing last minute work as usual but not to worry. Always saving the best for last. I can only work best under pressure. Of course, the work would be superb as always. Considering the fact that I'm actually quite a perfectionist. :P Anyway, classes are pretty boring as usual.. nothing special to update about. Been seeing her an awful lot these days. Think family is getting a lil ticked off about that. Oh well, I can't really resist it anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. the dumbest thing happened yesterday. I was actually planning to go to bed early last night. Was planning to anyway. But somehow I ended up spending "5 mins" with Shobaan. That 5 mins ended up being 3 over hours. Yes. I got out of my house at midnight. I ended up heading home at about 3 plus? Thank you guys! Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing much to update about these days. Too lazy to talk about what's happened over the weekend etc. So I would just stay with this. Nothing.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3920418170046720666?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3920418170046720666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3920418170046720666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3920418170046720666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3920418170046720666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2517804751311369386</id><published>2009-02-26T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:35:04.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo..</title><content type='html'>I was actually supposed to be posting yesterday but I somewhat got lazy I supposed. Sigh.. guess what? I think I messed it up! I had from point A to point K. As in the format for my accounts. Sadly, I managed to only remember till point J. 1 point missing mann!! How can that be?! There goes my marks for that 10%.. Yes, all that stress! Just for what? 10% of the overall marks? I really think that is utter rubbish! Rubbish I tell you! Hmm.. went out for lunch with Lynn today. Nothing much actually. Talked alot as usual..&lt;br /&gt; Tonight would actually be the night that Ruth would officially meet my whole family. Not just my direct uncles and aunties. All my family. The whole gang is coming over! Somehow I have the feeling my family just like these sort of occasions. Every little thing and it's "Big Makan"!&lt;br /&gt; Also not forgetting the dinner with Ruth's friends. Would probably be meeting up for steamboat or something.. quite unsure.. Hmm.. just following thru as usual..&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, there really isn't much to blog about and I'm not exactly feeling like being poetic these days. The brain juice really isn't charged and effective anymore.. Sorry people.. I won't be writing any stories or giving words of wisdom. Just standard posts about what's happening etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-2517804751311369386?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2517804751311369386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2517804751311369386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2517804751311369386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2517804751311369386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo.html' title='Emo..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-1885561505869434358</id><published>2009-02-25T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:56:00.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Terms</title><content type='html'>Yup.. it's true. Jack is actually studying for his mid term exam. OMG! It may be simple to many. Yes dan.. I'm talking to you. But for me.. I've never taken Accounts before and I'm undergoing alot of stress trying to remember what is to be written. Getting em butterflies in my stomach.. :S This really sucks considering I'm pretty cool most of the time. But heck, it's been like what? 2 years since my last exam? Oh well, whatever it is. Wish me luck. Would be taking 2 papers today. Accounts and public speaking. Bloody mugging papers! Need to memorize so much. It sucks that I'm not so good with my head. Memory vice anyway. Well, I would be sitting for it in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm ready for it already. Hence me coming online at this critical period and blogging. :P Lalala.. Would be having a family dinner tomorrow and before that would be meeting Ruth's friends for dinner as well. Think they're going out for steamboat or something. Whatever it is. I'm sure I would enjoy it with Ruth by my side. Hmm.. would be storying everyone about it later.&lt;br /&gt; Guess it's about time I head back to studying. Really need to Ace these tests to show my parents and of course my friends that heck.. Jack isn't all bumming and hanging out. Jack's got brains too you know? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know.. i know.. this is cheesy but.. I love you! :D Heh.. it's true. I'm observant because I choose to be. I want to know things and learn more about you. You know? We can make this work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-1885561505869434358?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/1885561505869434358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=1885561505869434358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1885561505869434358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1885561505869434358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/02/mid-terms.html' title='Mid Terms'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2705744861673466163</id><published>2009-02-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:27:12.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>You know the funniest thing ever? I somewhat messed up my outline presentation for English! OMG! How is that even possible you ask me? Well, I supposed the lecturer was asking too much. I already gave whatever relevant information required based on my topic. But somehow she twisted and turned and I was so lost. I didn't even know what she was trying to ask.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, class ended already and I'm just chilling in college. For once.. there's not alot of chinese people here. The place seems so much more quiet and serene. :D I'm actually online here right now. cool isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;  So yes, I'm here waiting a lil while more.. Ruth is coming over for dinner again. Hmm.. Had some issues with my family at 1st but oh well.. it's cool now. Something really weird happened recently. My grandma.. she decided to be some kind of a fashion designer of sorts.. sigh.. she cut my jeans. Now one pair! At the bloody end! There's like this flower design thing. Like petals? Friggin ugly shit mann! Grr.. annoying..&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm.. nothing much going on with me. College, friends, family, Ruth. That about it. Oh btw, we're dating.. yup yup. Good for us. Sigh.. finally moved on I supposed. Thanks for the support guys! Anyway, everyone reading this! Be good and take care.. Till the next update.. basically lazy to write any poetic crap so I would just have a chronology of what's going on in my life. That about it. :D Taz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-2705744861673466163?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2705744861673466163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2705744861673466163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2705744861673466163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2705744861673466163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-523337365551559112</id><published>2009-02-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:19:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The shadow of the night shelters the troubles of the day. I have nothing much to say right now.. it's just that. There's alot to think about. I have nothing I can really say right now about everything.. Sigh.. But yes.. I'm here for you no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. JIYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-523337365551559112?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/523337365551559112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=523337365551559112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/523337365551559112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/523337365551559112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadow-of-night-shelters-troubles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-8564416868209276692</id><published>2009-02-15T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:48:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>In need of some time.. :S Why is it that certain things are just so difficult? Why can't life be as simple as it used to be.. when we were all younger. As we mature and grow, so does our mentality, emotions and thinking. Somehow not all of it grows equally at a steady rate. This seriously sucks! I want some help! Grr.. *burst into tears* I hate making choices! Want to be a lil kid again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is not based on love alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+SuicidalAct+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-8564416868209276692?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/8564416868209276692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=8564416868209276692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8564416868209276692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8564416868209276692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7638323146908545049</id><published>2008-04-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:55:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden urge to blog..</title><content type='html'>Considering it's been awhile since I last blogged.. yet again.. I would say I'm glad I'm not that much of an addict anymore.. to blogging anyway. :P I'm actually writing more these days in my journal when anything comes up. Oh kay now updates! Updates people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I recently joined True Fitness and sadly, got retrenched as they were undergoing a merging and had to let go of the rookies as they were somewhat cutting cost. Oh well, somehow someway I was given a job at Celebrity Fitness. Yes! Some other dumbass fitness center. Well anyway, I requested for the one in Bangsar so as to allow me to actually go home more often. No more staying in Subang I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Life is going pretty smooth I supposed. Nothing else really happening these days. Been going out with friends, spending time with family and chilling with my girlfriend. Life is same-o same-o. Been pretty much into health these days. Healthy as I am (ehem..) I decided that since I'm already working at a fitness center, why not just go for gym? It's for free anyway right? So yes, gym is definitely what I've been doing. Other than that, I've recently picked up basketball and badminton again. Gonna stay more fit and rest more. Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm.. so as to conclude this pretty short post, I would like to say.. None of you people I have lost contact with has been forgotten! Yes! That includes them people I rarely talk to these days or those that I haven't even talked to or hung out with in years.. As for those I tend to chill with, good for you people that I actually would spend time with you.. heehhee.. Going to be pretty busy people.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you guys! You know who you are.. and no! I refuse to be tagged.. All those surveys, you miss me! Hah! I've not been tagged.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To be an achiever, one must first have both feet planted firmly on the ground"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;+NoOb+&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7638323146908545049?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7638323146908545049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7638323146908545049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7638323146908545049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7638323146908545049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2008/04/sudden-urge-to-blog.html' title='Sudden urge to blog..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-6097322307365642785</id><published>2008-03-07T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:56:15.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After God knows how long of inactivity, I'm finally back. Finally found the time to update a little on what's been going on with me. As far as I know, I've been updating.. just not right here. Started writing a journal recently. Saved time since I carry it around and could write my thoughts in it whenever I please. I feel awfully bored today so I decided to come online and blog just for old time's sake. Life is still running as smoothly as it always does. Moved back to my grandma's after so long thanks to the persuasion of my beloved. Without a steady foundation, how am I to build up my life right? Stubbornness and rebellion would not bring me anywhere so I decided to do the mature thing, cling on to my parents while I still have the liberty to do so whilst building up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Started a job in Bangsar Village as a sales assistant. The pay was fair but the job hard. Tiring as it is, breaks were always available. Well, I found myself a proper job recently at a certain hotel in Kuala Lumpur. Wouldn't say much about it till the 1st day of course. Can't keep my hopes up all that high. After all, I still have education to think about. As for my parents, they're happily holiday-ing in Bali. Sent them off myself to LCCT last Sunday morning and they were there ever since. Would be coming back on Saturday. Everything else is just going great. Sister is hard at work and doing great with her boyfriend. Apparently they've lasted for a year plus already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, Ivy is doing superbly of course. Studying hard and juggling parents, education and I. Just really glad to have stumbled on her. :D Anyway, why the hell am I blogging about other people anyway? Maybe because nothing much is really going on with me. So yes.. this really isn't an update of what's been going on with my life.. it's just what's going on with everybody around me.. family that is.. So here I end it.. Signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-6097322307365642785?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/6097322307365642785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=6097322307365642785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6097322307365642785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6097322307365642785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-god-knows-how-long-of-inactivity.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5432802555177257845</id><published>2008-02-04T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:23:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid black rain cloud with it's freaking silver lining</title><content type='html'>Well yes let's just say life sucks to the max aite? You think yours really sucks? Well, you haven't really walked in my shoes have you? To start it off I would say that Chinese New Year is really around the corner. Happy CNY people! Glad to have made it to another new year yet again. Sadly for me, it started out pretty crappy. Well, about recent happenings.. let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Only last week, some stupid idiot decided that he wanted to see ice crystals and wondered how it looked like on my car. As I got back to my car, I really didn't notice anything different with it. I slipped in as usual only to notice that the back windshield was smeared. "Probably the bloody fog..", I thought to myself. Considering the fact that it just rained. As I slammed my door shut, a loud clanking sound like a stained glass being broken into a million pieces, so did my back windshield. Shocked, I walked out to examine it. Alas, it was true. A broken back windshield. Perfect isn't it? Well, I got it fixed a few nights later and I thought that would be the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Two days back, after a lot of exercise in the park (basketball and sorts), I went home and enjoyed my lunch. This led to a bad case of the stomach ache and then to diarrhea. That rocked my world you know that? Ignoring that issue, I headed off to check on my girlfriend considering the fact that I haven't seen for ages. Well, guess what happened? Some idiot decided to break the glass of my side view mirror right before doing a U-turn. Yes, I became a victim of a hit-and-run case. Perfect isn't it? Especially when I just fixed the car the day before. Perfect!! I got a few injuries too! This rocks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know what? I can't really be bothered with what's happening. There was more than that happening. The stupid chain of events that continued on and on. You know what? Screw you alright? I might be the most unlucky guy in the world but I still feel lucky knowing that I'm healthy enough and I have a loving girlfriend and friends and family that really love me. So yes, just want to tell everyone out there.. think your life sucks and you want to suicide? The story of my life.. walk in my shoes a little bit and see how it's like.. Bad luck all the way. But never the less.. happy as ever.. living life to the fullest.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Celebrate Life"&lt;br /&gt;+SuicidalAct+&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/1889374935823459163-5432802555177257845?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5432802555177257845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5432802555177257845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5432802555177257845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5432802555177257845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-black-rain-cloud-with-its.html' title='Stupid black rain cloud with it&apos;s freaking silver lining'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4224476076408755514</id><published>2008-01-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:28:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginning..</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last posted anything on the blog. Seriously, been really really busy with life. Considering the fact that I've moved out of my house and away from my family, internet access have became much harder to come by. Well, life is great. It's a new beginning for me. My birthday just passed as most people know. It's on the 1st day of school in Malaysia aka 3rd of January. Time have been zooming by like a bullet train these days. One moment it's bright and early in the morning. Next thing you know it, it's already nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well, life's been productive being able to spend it with close friends and loved ones. I get to become more independant now. Doing things for myself. Washing, cleaning, cooking. All that I've done before and more. Very soon I would be getting a job. Yes, Jack is working for now. Bye bye to education for now. Apparently, I really should get some life experience before venturing back into studies. My mind just isn't focus right now and everything I've been doing has now become a giant mess. So, with the new year comes a bright future for me. A do over of sorts and I would make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Only yesterday I was lying down on my bed just thinking. Just thinking about life. Why hasn't there been any change in it. Other than the way of life and what I do, there isn't much change in the course of life. There's no life fulfilling decisions being made. No life changing experiences. Nothing whatsoever. Then I ask myself, "What have I been doing to that goal? Have I done anything fruitful thus far?" I suppose not. So yes, yet again I would say. I would bring a change to my life this coming year and a change for the good. For the betterment of my loved ones, life and ultimately, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Setting the course of life just isn't about picking what we like by feelings or just going with the flow. To be a super achiever, one must 1st have the mindset of success and next, the determination that brings progress to the main purpose - Life changing experiences that would alter history. I've been telling alot of people of my hopes and dreams. My aspirations for the future. What I want to be seen as in the future. Not just another guy that did a little something that can only remembered when memorized in History books. Not just another name that would disappear after a few decades. No! What I stand for is a gigantic change. A wave so massive that it strikes the world where it stands. To make a difference. To change lives. To just.. to just be remembered in our person's hearts as the man that made it possible. The man that made something out of himself when he was close to nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, I'm not saying that I am nothing right now. I wouldn't say that I don't have anything to rely on. Nobody around to help and guide me. No. I have all of that but that just isn't enough. What really makes a man someone once asked. Is it what he did? How many people he helped? I would say no. What really makes a man then? Well, to me. It's what comes from within that matters. The love and care we give to others. The lives we've touched. The intentions that we put into action and basically just what we think of ourselves. Male at birth but man by choice. That is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alright, enough of seriousness. Now that it's a new year. I may be a little late but Happy New Year all! Have a great year ahead and make a difference. I know I made mistakes in the past and I would just put it where it belongs - in the past. Now I would turn around and look forward towards the future. That's where destiny is leading me and that's where I would be headed to. Those who live in the past would stay in the past. Those that look to the future are the once that grasp it and does something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's a new year and I'm thankful for all that have stayed by my side throughout the past year and still with me running towards the future. Thank you once again and your deeds and thoughts would always be with me. I love you people! Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Grabbing Life By The Balls"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4224476076408755514?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4224476076408755514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4224476076408755514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4224476076408755514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4224476076408755514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year, New Beginning..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5536496409388244058</id><published>2007-12-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:26:07.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence..</title><content type='html'>"After centuries and decades, the sleeping giant was motionless. Laying in it's peaceful slumber in the refuge of the dark caves. Not a single living being was around to awaken it from it's deep sleep. Peaceful as it looks it was once a fearsome creature. Many were terrorized by the destruction and anguish it brought along with it. It's visage was ugly and demented. Atop it's head was a crown of jewels. None could understand why a treasure like that could fall into the hand of this creature. The monster breathes fire and soar in the sky bringing death where it's shadow falls. Scaly and big, it was a terrible enemy. When it finally lay to rest, the world was a safer place. Until now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm.. let's see now. That could be a good adventure story wouldn't it? Of dragons and knights of valor. Well, that we leave for another day. Right back to the topic. It's been ages since I last used the internet and even longer since I last blogged. I'm sorry bloggy and all you reading people. But now I'm finally back and ready. It's been a long long time and I have many stories to tell of love and life and a few little incidents that could tickle the funny bone. All that of course would not be fiction.. totally truth. But still, the tales would pour out slowly as I seize them from the pool of my mind. Getting old just doesn't get any better does it? Yes yes, everyone would say.. "You're just 18 dude," but still.. heck.. in less than a month, I would be 1 year older again. Sigh.. Anyway, I'm just back to say hello to everyone. I would be continuing my little tales very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss my girlfriend and I hope she's safe. You over there! No no.. not you Shobz.. You! Yeah! Sarah! Must be taking extra care of my plant kay! You better! Grr.. And you! Lynnett! Come back to KL and show me them highlights you got! And as for you.. Jean! You! Thanks for the dinner.. :D And as for your prezzie.. it would come.. eventually.. eheehehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Age brings does not bring wisdom and maturity, the mind does."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5536496409388244058?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5536496409388244058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5536496409388244058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5536496409388244058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5536496409388244058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/12/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking the Silence..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-6895874735915833748</id><published>2007-10-30T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:08:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys..</title><content type='html'>Alright.. so this is evidently another car thing. Yes yes, I somehow get myself into stupid situations where everything could be avoided but sumhow became.. inevitable. Here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was dark. Very dark. The pitch black of night blanketed the surroundings. The boy was driving at an average speed of 80-100 all the way throught the highway, weaving in and out of the rows of cars that lined the road. He was headed to Subang to meet up with friends that he's missed for donkey years. Finally, a time of reunion where they can actually spend time together doing things and talking again like they used to. With music blarring from the radio, he speeds on continuing the journey just enjoying the wind in his hair. Soon, he slows down and does the final turning into their street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Upon parking his car, he steps out, takes a deep breath of the night breeze and slams his door shut n locks it. The ground was damp with the evening shower and the air was cool from the night winds. He makes his way to the house and lets himself into their front yard. He was then greeted with a bark from the family dog - Aaron. So yes, he heads into the house greeting all he meets and making himself at home. Soon, the little gathering of friends began conversing and indulging themselves in small talk and updating each other about their lives. Soon, rumbling could be heard in their stomachs and they decided to head to the nearby mamak stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They then heads to his car and soon, they were zooming through the quiet streets. Upon arriving, he turns the key and notices something, his car key wasn't in the shape it was before. It was curved to one side. Strange as it is, he just ignored it and joined his friends at the table they were already sitting at. The food finally arrives and they munch down everything to the last bit. Satisfied, they continued chattering away. After all that, they were getting a little tired and decided to get home and perhaps, hang around there somemore before he finally heads home himself. The food was paid for and they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They reached the front entrance and the car jerks to a stop. The passenger side's door haven't been working properly recently and the lock was somehow jammed. One must fiddle the key in it's lock a little before it opens up. His friend that was occupying the friend seat tries his best to open the door from the inside but fails miserably. He then climbs out the window and tries even more frantically to unlock the door. Finally, he gives up and passes the key to the boy. He of course tries his best but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Never mind then..", he says to himself out loud. He turns around and suddenly stops in his tracks. The key was no longer only mishapen. It was cracked at the side. Finding this interesting, he then runs his fingers all around the crack and plays with the key as he walked. With a soft flick, the boy gasped as the key separates into half leaving the bearer stunned. The key's end then spins into the air circling as it flies up away from it's owner. As if in slow motion, the flying tip then descends cutting through the air as it finally lands on the ground with a sound clinging sound as the metal hits the tar road. 1st it was surprise as shock. Then, the boy falls to ground holding his stomach. He bursted into laughter as his friends look on dumbfounded and amazed at the reaction. Soon, his friends joined in too laughing their heads off at what an idiot of a friend they have. After getting themselves together, he then finds the tip and slips it into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The little gathering went on and on till the wee hours in the morning. Of course, the rest is history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 3rd month anniversary to Shobaan &amp;amp; Jean. My beloved brother and sister-in-law. Do please be lovie dovie and all that.. don't cause me anymore headaches.. Oh and yes, a little shoutout too to my dearest Ivy. :D You still making me smile girl! Many thanks too to Max, Bev &amp;amp; Ethan for being so hospitable for my unexpected stay. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cars are too high-tech  for me. Even the keys don't like me. What more can I say?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&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/1889374935823459163-6895874735915833748?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/6895874735915833748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=6895874735915833748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6895874735915833748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6895874735915833748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/keys.html' title='Keys..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-8399045596040489658</id><published>2007-10-29T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:22:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, today I would just like to post a few cool photos taken recently of friends and so forth..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699145103898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyWxtcY3dZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrNuxBSjUwc/s320/Sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was what it looked like on Sunday morning.. sunny and awesome.. got this really nice picture of the sky from a playground near my place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pictures are taken by Kit. Thanks Mann.. And no.. there was no editing involved..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126700510903498146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyWy88Y3daI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2Zxj4e6Gl8Y/s320/Abstract+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really wonder what this is? Hmm.. some smoke and a few passing lights? Well, this one got me bummed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126704303359620546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyW2ZsY3dcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zLJLxXNE1Vc/s320/Abstract+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passing Cars..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126708228959729122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyW5-MY3deI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tO5lEnBwg4s/s320/Abstract+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. This is under a bridge and the traffic is slow moving. The street lights are radiating through the night..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126709495975081458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyW7H8Y3dfI/AAAAAAAAABE/gEoJteiL_Xc/s320/Abstract+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126711471660037634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyW868Y3dgI/AAAAAAAAABM/aM0siB5vkeM/s320/Abstract+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More traffic..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126714997828187666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyXAIMY3dhI/AAAAAAAAABU/w34tCLX06bc/s320/Abstract+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one uses Federal alot and don't know where this is.. I dubbed thee.. Idiot..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yes.. here's the pictures along Federal Highway. It was evening time, it was jam and we had a camera. What better to do with our time? We did really want to camwhore that time so no.. took photos of the outside instead and guess what happened? All the above.. well, there are a couple more but.. too lazy to upload anyway. Just awesome mann.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stills caught in frames remain the same even after everything else changes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-8399045596040489658?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/8399045596040489658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=8399045596040489658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8399045596040489658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8399045596040489658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/RyWxtcY3dZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrNuxBSjUwc/s72-c/Sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-710754580008138084</id><published>2007-10-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:41:56.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incident..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Gather around little ones.. gather around..Alright.. let Mr. Korean story you on an incident that occured out of sheer stupidity. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so.. the tale unfolds..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This tale happened not so long ago in a not so distant place.. It was around 12 in the night. Right before this, an idiot by the name of Jack had problems with his car. He didn't really know what was going wrong but after much consideration and evaluation, he finally noted that he was short of something - petrol. Knowing that this wasn't the 1st time that this happened, he decided to just get it over with and get to the nearest petrol station to gas up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there though, his car dies in the middle of the road. Thank the Lord it wasn't busy at all since it was the middle of the night but still, the car was parked strategically on the road blocking cars that were following from the back. Sweat trickles down his brow as he gets out of the car. Panicking, he jiggles in the lock several times before actually turning the key in it's made purpose locking the car door. Thinking fast, he looks up and sees that the nearest petrol station was only about a minute away. "No worries.It's just a short distance away right? I mean.. the people driving here should be smart enough not to crash into my car. And it would only take a second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he walks towards the petrol station with determination to get it over with and get home for a good night's rest. Soon, he reaches his destination and right in front of him, pasted on the counter's seethrough window was a sign - "&lt;strong&gt;CLOSE AFTER 12. PLEASE COME BACK LATER&lt;/strong&gt;".Perfect isn't it? How life is? So yes, the next petrol station was 20 minutes away. Knowing that it's either there or waiting till the next morning. Fueled with determination yet again, he continues his walk. The cool breeze that night was refreshing and evidently helpful in making the trip all the more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brisk walk, he arrives. A very nice attendant was there and as he sees the boy, he knows what difficulties this idiot was facing. The attendant then fills a gasoline tank with petrol. As he finishes, he shoves it to the boy directing him on what to do. Soon, the idiot boy was walking back to his car with petrol in hand. Relieved that he was back to his car, he pours the content into the shaft that was made to serve it's duties. He turns the key.. nothing happens. He does it again. "Drat! It's not enough!". He heads back to the petrol station for a 2nd round. After much hassle and dassle, the idiot's problem was finally solved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the moral of the story is, never procrastinate. One would end up being in this situation and all one can do is.. laugh. Laugh and the world would laugh at you. That's how it is.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do please learn from this idiot. It's a true story by the way, happened yesterday. Smile people.. or laugh.. I don't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Always prepare for a rainy day, unless one sells umbrellas. No worries then.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-710754580008138084?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/710754580008138084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=710754580008138084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/710754580008138084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/710754580008138084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/incident.html' title='The Incident..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5877664843260078963</id><published>2007-10-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:27:36.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Reaping..</title><content type='html'>As the sun begins to set, mothers hurry their scared children into their homes. Men quicken their footsteps and finish up their daily job hastily. Ghostly winds howl as the trees around them shake in fear as critters scurry into holes and burrows. This is yet another day in the life of many in the village. Shops close by 6 and activity stops by 7. Taverns that used to open till wee hours in the morning are deserted and empty. Soon, night falls. The still air around them gives the atmosphere of suspense as a gentle fog rolls in towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Be silent my child till &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; passes by&lt;/strong&gt;", says the mother to her child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Who mother?", he responds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He that cannot be named. The One that brings terror and anguish wherever he goes. All fall prey to him and there is no escape when faced by him. Those whom are chosen are cursed. Him that we fear.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As though practiced for a long time, a creeping shadows blankets the crowdless streets, slowly creeping on towards the village. A dark figure walks slow and steady towards his next destination. Suddenly, with a gleaming scythe in hand, the wandering stranger hastens and dashes through the streets towards a little cottage home right in front of him. With a thrust and a slice, blade hits skin and cuts deep into the flesh. Blood sprays everywhere and a silent scream escapes from his victim. It is all over. With fresh blood trickling down his weapon, the figure turns and walks away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I'll be damned, I'm actually home today. With no plans whatsoever at hand. Sigh, interesting isn't it? Well, I have nothing much to update about today since I woke up, idled my time away, ate alot, worked out, read a little and missed her.. and all the other buggers that have plans at the moment and dumped me here! Grr.. Whatever! Oh well, I did enjoy yesterday I supposed. Actually didn't step into Asia till late at night. What an achievement! And yes, spent more time with Ivy. Alot of time. Weird as it is, most my family actually don't mind her at all. I mean, it's odd but.. my family tends to become 1st class idiots towards girls I know. That's a good sign I guess.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving on, I would like to say that Malaysian drivers are seriously dumb! They don't know how to signal, don't know when to speed up or slow down, down know how to use brakes and definitely have not taken any road safety lessons. Gah! Idiots! Whatever it is. I'm still Malaysian too and I would try my best to express my ettiquette on the road as best I can. *gleams his million dollar smile*. Oh yes, did I mention I drove Kit's car just two days back? Whoa it was totally awesome! I could speed through 6pm traffic with ease! I mean.. I do drive safe (signal before changing lanes) and I do know how to brake. But still, I managed to weave through traffic thanks to it's compact size and awesome pickup.. *thumbs up for the car*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG! I can't believe it! I totally forgot! The other day, I saw a really cool act. I was driving along minding my own business when I saw an over excited pizza delivery guy doing a one wheeler.. I was like.. "Huh?" He must most probably be happy that he delivered his pizza in time and got to know the customers cute daughter or something.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh.. all I want to say is that I'm bored to death cause I can't call anybody and I'm just so bloody lazy and yet.. I'm bored to death! Guess I would have to go downstairs and grab some food.. that would make me happy.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. A word of thanks to my brothers that live through thick and thin with me. Though we do fight.. slap em ballz bro! We rocking the world together! YeeHaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Baby Steps! Right.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5877664843260078963?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5877664843260078963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5877664843260078963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5877664843260078963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5877664843260078963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/death-reaping.html' title='Death Reaping..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3342157883118641458</id><published>2007-10-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:49:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled..</title><content type='html'>This is so thanks to the multiple separately random incidents that happened in the course of the day. Well, it all started when I got this really awful haircut. The hairstylist hates me! Gah!! It's so freaking short! And ugly.. sigh. I have no other comments about it. Oh well, have to wait for it to grow eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut I headed off to Asia yet again. Chilled there for awhile till Ivy arrived. She was supposed to have studying time with her friend at Starbucks but one way or another, we met up.. was chilling awhile before the idiot came along. He was sweating like a pig ( for all you people out there that's sensitive about animal issues.. if you didn't know. Pigs don't sweat.. that's why they roll in mud to cool off. But still.. this is a saying.. so live with it.). He was late too. Thank God we had better things to do and was spending time together. Enjoyable enjoyable.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all that happened, I had to rush back to pick up my mum. This was where I was stuck in traffic jam after traffic jam with my buddy - Dan. Yes, he was good company I supposed while he was enlightening me on his knowledge of roads and so forth. Sigh.. it was definitely a hectic day but all's good. I'm still clinging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of this whole day was this.. Yes, this is the part that everyone's been waiting for. The climax! Well, we were having a good game of foos. (We had quite a few good games today.) And we were all prepared. Gabriel was consideringly noobie and no one had faith in him to make a shot when he wanted to shoot from the back. Confidently, Dan opened his big mouth about Gab missing. Well guess what happened? In an instant, Dan could only cover his face as an intensed Gab shot out.. *Wham* the ball darts straight into the goal. Well, foosball. I know..isn't very popular right now but an increasing amount of people enjoy the game these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait.. I haven't reached the funniest part of all. Attempting a really stupid shot where one is required to lift his leg and kick the rod in order to spin it thus executing a shot, Dan being a genius did it. It ended with a bang. Not because he managed to do it. Rather, it was because he was lying on his back laughing his brains out as we noticed what had happened. While doing the shot, Dan slips and thus hangs his legs above his head. The ball rolls slowly sideways ( Definitely not where it was supposed to go) and Dan can be seen gliding through the air. Instantaneously, a thunderous thud could be heard as his fleshy behind hits the floor. Hillarious I tell you. Utter joke of the century. Oh well, worth a good laugh.. All in the name of clean fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Glad to have spent my time with you. Eventhough for a short period. Love it.. just totally love it.. :D Smilez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I used to think that self humiliation would scare the girls away. Now that I'm no longer single.. I would do as I please.. woohoo!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Quote from Dan Yeo-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3342157883118641458?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3342157883118641458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3342157883118641458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3342157883118641458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3342157883118641458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5344329389362966171</id><published>2007-10-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:28:13.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad start.. good ending..</title><content type='html'>You know, those movies that depict people with crappy lives. The way they start and eventually.. they grow out of it and become great people? The sort of movies where underdogs aspire to do great things and eventually they do? Well, my life isn't like that at all. I was born with a silver spoon and I was abusing the power eversince I came to the age of understanding. My parents totally hate me because of that but hey, I'm changing people. Anyway, today I don't intend to talk about my life. I just want to talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1 word can describe my day and 1 word only - crappy. It started out bad as I roll off my bed and wake up with a hard thud on the floor. The sun was shining straight into my face as my grandmother pulled the curtains open to reveal the great morning rays. Glaring as it was, it was bearable. Sadly enough, just to get me out of bed she decided to turn off the fan. Of all things to do she had to do that. Yes yes, that's how I was awoken from bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next, I braced myself for my day. Everything was routine and boring. Soon, I was about my business and somehow, around late morning/ early afternoon, I arrived at Asia. It was alright I supposed as we bummed around and all that. Foosing was fun as I was able to achieve a certain level of potential that I haven't been able to grasp for a long time now. So yes, other than that, Shobaan wasn't there 3 quarter of the time and I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I finally decided to head home and was minding my own business driving on the road like any other Malaysian driver. Alas, something dreadful happens. The idiot in front of me jams his brake as he reaches a slow turning that leads to a massive traffic jam ( Pretty usual since it's Federal Highway.. famous for slow crawls). Of course, experienced as I was with idiots, I slowed down simultaneously. Guess what? A BMW behind me didn't know the meaning of stop. This was continued with a loud THUD as he smacked the back of my car. I shot out of my car immediately and gave him the stare that could have taken his life. Dang.. nothing happened. Not even a scratch. Sucks doesn't it? I thought I could get a little bargain out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well, my day ended with me being late for dinner. Getting angry stares from all around and getting forced fed Ginseng for dinner. That's about it. But hey.. the good part. I got to talk with her. :D Yay me! I think.. I don't know.. I seem to be rather attracted to her right now.. I'm not sure it's a good thing or not since I got a hell lot of lectures from my parents about not being in a relationship but heck.. I guess I would give it a try.. That's about it people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I so do not look Korean! People! Give me some comments about this! I'm Chinese people! That's the 3rd person today telling me I look Korean. Well, 3rd person I know that said it anyway. There were a few others but heck, I don't know em and I can't be bothered with their comments.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The worse thing to do in life is not falling down but falling down and not knowing how to stand up again."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5344329389362966171?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5344329389362966171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5344329389362966171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5344329389362966171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5344329389362966171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-start-good-ending.html' title='A bad start.. good ending..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4408016108134187517</id><published>2007-10-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:10:20.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright.. so weeks passed by and I wasn't really doing much. College was average and boring. Friends are still around all the time. So yes, what's new one might ask? For one, I've finally updated again. Yes, after so long.. I've finally done it again. What else? Oh yes, the good news. My dog, the female one, "little one", she's back! Yup! And she's feeling much better than before. Great ain't it? Just mighty glad having em all back again. All three of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, life is status quo. I've not been doing much. Hmm.. met up with Max, Ethan and Bev yesterday. We hung out. That about it. Still at Asia quite often. Damn that stupid place. It's like a bloody addictive hangout spot. Sigh.. what can I do to stop going there? I don't know! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just glad that I'm still alive. Had a few moments recently that was near death situations. Stupid Malaysian drivers. Don't know how to drive. They bloody well think they're flying a plane. Yes yes, of course. I was over at Ming's last Friday. Hahahaha! The drive there was hillarious. It was typical Malaysian driving as I did the changing from 4th lane to 1st lane stint. Also drifted at most the turns. Don't remember what the brake was for. As for speeding.. I didn't really do much..140 the max. Of course, the freaking dividers are just so gey! I nearly hit quite a number of them but apparently, I have this force that pushes me away from them. There were a few close encounters but come on mann! I'm experienced. No more dividers for me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, apart from all these crappy incidents, there were many laughs with friends and family, many memorable moments and so on. Just too lazy to go on and on with that stuff.. nothing interesting to blog about. So yes, I suppose I would end here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brothers! Those that really made it an experience for me. I'm sorry about making a fool of myself mann! I can't help it. But really, it was awesome! You know who you are and what we did together! Thanks peeps! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When Life Just Isn't As It Seems.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4408016108134187517?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4408016108134187517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4408016108134187517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4408016108134187517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4408016108134187517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-6925541640197727618</id><published>2007-09-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:07:13.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence..</title><content type='html'>As he slows down his car to a standstill, he sighs in relief. He was finally home. After a long day out, it was finally a place of comfort for him to lift his feet and just relax. Stretching, a yawn escapes him as he scratches his tired head and grabs his belongings. With a twist of the key, the engine dies and he steps out of the car. Upon locking it, he heads towards the front entrance and opens it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hmm.. something just isn't right." &lt;/strong&gt;he thinks to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alas it was true, it was utter silence that echoed towards him. Even on a hot Friday afternoon, with the sun still high in the sky, there was stillness in the air. Nothing could be heard. The birds weren't singing their melodies and the cars seemed too distant to be heard. Strangely enough, his dogs were nowhere to be found. He owned 3 of them. Same breed. Not being too sure as to what they were, he was satisfied anyways of the pleasures they gave him. He used to run around with them as they chase and play catch. The can even fetch too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The eldest of them all was "The Big Boy" as he names it. He was the leader of the 3. Siblings they were. Strong and muscular, with the bite that clamps down so rapidly, one would not even notice it till it's too late. He was big but sadly.. slow and lazy. Not exactly the smartest of them all either. Blur and innocent, this doggie is just a gentle giant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next in line was a female. "The Little One" she was named. This was lean and mean. She seems harmless and is very much friendly to everyone but she was a true genius. The escape artist one would say if one seen what she could achieve. Nothing can tie her down. She was a genius. Einstein of dogs I supposed. Once, knowing that the neighborhood hated them dumb dogs running around freely. The family realized that with the lead of this little dog, the others learnt how to squeese through the gates at the front. Upon knowing this knowledge, action was taken and wires were put up to block the bottom part of the gate. They were young puppies at that time, barely reaching 3 feet. Apparently, the female was a daredevil, smart too. She then devised a plan to rip a little part of the wires as a foothold. The help of the other two was needed but soon, they could be seen climbing up the wires and gate.. out they went again. The most brilliant move was how this one canine could actually learn how to free her young brother from being bounded with a leash. One has to see to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, the youngest - "Little Boy". He was a speedster. Small and yet powerful. He was the adventurous one. Once he escapes from the boundaries of home, he races away to the ends of the neighborhood. God knows what he does there. But yes, that's what he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, it was all too strange for him as he walks into the house not seeing even one of them. Soon, a yawn could be heard as the eldest of them all stretches his aching bones and looks up at it's owner, tongue falling out with drool dripping to the floor. "One down, two more to go." As that memory flashes by, the youngest darted into the house through the gates not stopping for even a hearbeat of a second.. Still, one was still nowhere to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After asking around and enquiring from his family, he finds out the truth. The female canine was sent to the vet. She wasn't feeling well and had to be sent there. He noticed the differences in it recently. It was always lying around. Tired out and restless. Sickly it looked but he didn't give much thought to it. "Bah, must be cause of all the running it did", he think as he brushes that thought off his shoulder. Now it was obvious. He recalls the whines of grief and pain in the night. It was just his imagination he supposed. It really occured.. With that, he strodes on thinking so very much of what could possibly be happening to his dear lil dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It might not be able to survive&lt;/strong&gt;", says the vet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet, he hopes for the best as he awaits the return of his dear pup... Soon, it would come the time where it would come back. Fit and in the pink of health..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. A shoutout to my dear "Little One". Please people, pray for my dog... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let the waves of love and happiness wash over you.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-6925541640197727618?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/6925541640197727618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=6925541640197727618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6925541640197727618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6925541640197727618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/silence.html' title='Silence..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5698639554990286270</id><published>2007-09-20T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:00:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness at it's peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; You know, I've been doing alot of thinking lately.. nah! That's a big fat lie. Nothing really going through my mind at the moment. College isn't all that tough after all. Been doing pretty alright. As for my social life, it's still expanding. Everything else, all's good. The saddest part about it all.. my money running like water. Honestly, in a blink of an eye.. my money flies right out of my pocket into someone else's. Sigh, damn these people that jack up the prices for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Oh well, nothing much to report about me. Oh yes, I forgot.. my 1st week of going to Asia twice.. YESH!! It's a good start. Twice in a week only.. not five days week or more.. woohoo! This is an achievement. A big leap in the rehabilitation of Asia addiction! Anyway, life is just going on smoothly for me right now. Singularity is still having a stand on me! Yes! I would intend to stay this way for sometime.. :D Aight then, I don't really have any ideas on what to write and so forth so.. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry people that I haven't been writing anything interesting and all that. I'm just not getting enough rest these days so my brain isn't working much. As for my life happenings. Those that want to know would probably be in contact with me OR.. well, just don't bother. It's fine and I'm well. Relax! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Early to bed, early to rise. Makes one healthy, wealthy and wise."&lt;br /&gt;+SuicidalAct+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5698639554990286270?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5698639554990286270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5698639554990286270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5698639554990286270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5698639554990286270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomness-at-its-peak.html' title='Randomness at it&apos;s peak'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4248911461287189853</id><published>2007-09-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:39:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Emoness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Ru6CUYpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GzXmAoVPlCk/s1600-h/Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111165913835867778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Ru6CUYpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GzXmAoVPlCk/s320/Secret.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Screw you Jay Chou! The bloody tear jerker really does make me tear so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh! I know I know, I'm emotional and all that but still, come on mann! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so totally cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I'm talking about is the movie starring Jay Chou - "Secret" aka "Bu Neng Shuo De Mi Mi" that recently aired in cinemas nationwide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is utter bullshit! But still, it was an awesome movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a really good movie if one wants to really just let out those feelings.. :D&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/1889374935823459163-4248911461287189853?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4248911461287189853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4248911461287189853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4248911461287189853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4248911461287189853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/utter-emoness.html' title='Utter Emoness'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j-sJcJn7XOw/Ru6CUYpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GzXmAoVPlCk/s72-c/Secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-6602112640084924181</id><published>2007-09-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:29:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Tracking..</title><content type='html'>So yes, I'm sorry all that I haven't been updating for quite sometime now. Apparently, I've been either really tired and lazy OR wasn't at home to do it. So anyway, I continue on as follows. Today, I would have quite a long stretch of plans aligned for me but right now, I would like to talk about my day.. yesterday. Not today, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I woke up pretty late yesterday due to a freaking late night the day before. Thanks to me offering to pick up friends and dropping myself off before having them drop me off before going clubbing. So here I was staying home and just enjoying my time. Even then, I did not even think about going online but instead, watched the idiot box till well.. till 3 plus.. or was it 4? Whatever it was, it was really late. So yes, sadly for me I was not feeling well so I did not go clubbing. Yes people, I was being the good boy staying home and not going out for a late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Going on with the story, I woke up late in the afternoon only to realize that I had a heap of miss calls and text messages. This wasn't really surprising considering the fact that I knew I would somehow have plans that day. So yes, showered, called my brother and headed off. The plan was to go for lunch with my sister-in-law, sending her for French class and that's about it. Brother failed to mention that he had a foosball tournament that day but never the less, we manage to head there later. Alright, back to where we left off. So we went for lunch. Me and Shobz already had lunch so we didn't have any. Jean decided to have korean and we headed to O.U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know what the cutest part was? Attempted murder was underway as I stated a comment that triggered my sister-in-law's instinct of pushing me kiddingly. As I was sitting atop a railing that bordered between Chilis and the other areas of O.U. (Most people won't know where on earth we are but we were on the outside having a stamina stick). So yes, as I was safely perched on the railing, a little off balanced, Jean decided it was alright to give me a lil push. This ended up with me hanging on for dear life or risking me having a possible impalement by some stupid tree. That would be a really sad death. Stupid too. Oh well, We pulled through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As we went through the day, dear ol' sis ended up missing French class and Shobaan getting into the 2nd ranking. This meant that he was in the finals. I was estatic! Come on mann! 1st DYP I saw and he might actually win. I went home for dinner as he went through each round easily. I managed to pick up a black cat on the way and we went to support Shobz. In the end, he did his best but.. got 2nd. Whoa! It was freaking amazing but oh well, no worries.. he did the best he could.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I guess I had a great time. Black cat stayed over. We had a nice day. So yes, I shall continue on about my day today later.. so signing off, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks people for actually wanting to read this. Hehehe.. Smilez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-6602112640084924181?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/6602112640084924181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=6602112640084924181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6602112640084924181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/6602112640084924181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-tracking.html' title='Back Tracking..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7262423370213153263</id><published>2007-09-06T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:46:02.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding..</title><content type='html'>This takes some people ages to come to full understanding of what is going on in life. Some would live as long as their lifes never knowing it. For me, it came about a day or two ago. It is depressing in a way to find it the way I did. Life isn't the way it is. Life just isn't fair as it was before this. When I was younger, I thought life was simple. Parents give me, I take. Sadly, things are changing and my mind has finally unfold the mysteries of life. I've learnt that life just isn't all about taking and taking. It's also about giving back too. Oh well, took me long enough to learn that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I've just started college and honestly, I feel like a burden to my parents. The college fees are pricey and it takes a lot of hard earned money to send me there. What the heck, that's what they were here for right? That's what I 1st thought. Sadly, that's not the point. They could choose not to send me. But yet, they toil so hard just to put me through college. Dad and ma.. I'm glad you were my parents. Even through all the bullshit I put you guys through. Oh well, been thinking a hell lot more than I did before this. And it's just plain depressing. GAH!!! Someone please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Apparently, I really hard people that bully in numbers. It's plain annoying and I hate it. Just yesterday, officials from a local government, in a huge number of people came to my favourite mamak in Connaught asking for identifications and stuff. That sucks mann. I bet they don't have the balls to do it alone so yeah, come and win in numbers. Talk cock and become straight jerkoffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well, just want to let out my irritation in life. Neways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *End Of Blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Thanks to my parents for bearing with me and having me through their life not wanting to disown me.. yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The passion of one could spark a million feelings that we hidden from the view of the outside world"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7262423370213153263?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7262423370213153263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7262423370213153263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7262423370213153263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7262423370213153263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/understanding.html' title='Understanding..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3761047173637258184</id><published>2007-09-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:53:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sands Of Time..</title><content type='html'>Well, it really is true that no one can turn back time. So yes I follow this advice, I would like to add that.. One can never turn back time. Only change what is before them in order to shape the future they desire. As for me, I'm finally attending college again. No worries about the orientation crap. That can be settled easily. Right now I'm just thinking of continuing my studies and this time, being serious about it. Oh well, nothing much coming through my mind but I'm feeling a hell lot better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Didn't really do much today. Hung out with friends and caught up with some reading. It's been ages since I started a book and yes, it may seem rather dorky of me to start reading sci-fi but.. I can't help it. It's so bloody addictive. I'm currently reading the "Starcraft" series that was inspired by a game that was developed by Blizzard. Awesome storyline this. Oh well, nothing much to blog about. Just filling up a little space to ensure everyone out there that are concerned that I'm alright. No worries aight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A shoutout to my brother's wife - Jean. Thanks for the call. Enlightened me some but really, relax. You're taking things the wrong way. Trust me okay. It was just that moment that I felt that way. Keep it cool. And the best of luck to the both of you. Cheers to both of you for ever being the closest of people to me. May your dreams be fulfilled and a long lasting relationship await both of you in the future. Yet again, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The lion tamer does not complain about the lion's behavior but sometimes a change would be great. Less wounds to tend anyway.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3761047173637258184?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3761047173637258184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3761047173637258184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3761047173637258184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3761047173637258184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/sands-of-time.html' title='The Sands Of Time..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-1191373819510040678</id><published>2007-09-04T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:19:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications in Life..</title><content type='html'>Like a spider tangled in it's own web, so have I made a whole mess of mine. It's sad but true. All may plans don't fit together. All that I've laid out in front of me didn't work. Nothing fell into place. Nothing went according to plan. I have failed. Today, I learnt a lesson I would never forget. And all this happened when I received only one text message from one special person that impacted my life over and over again. It truely opened my eyes though it screwed the rest of my day. There goes my skills in foosball and pool. Evidently, I still appeared to have fun and was enjoying my time on the outside. Sad to say, it wasn't how I felt. Thought ran through my mind like excited children scrurrying around the playground at their lunch break. My mind raced as I stood there intendly thinking about what I've done in life. All this because of one text message I received. Anyone else and I would have brushed it off as bullshit and have nothing to do with what I'm doing now. Sadly, this was different. She meant something a whole lot more to me than I realized. And what she had to say. It cut even deeper. All this isn't about relationships or crap. It's more about my future. And I noted that as I received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What's wrong mann? Anything the matter? What's bothering you?" Came from a friend that cared. He seemed to have cared but yet, the void inside of me.. I've finally come to realize what it really was. I tried over and over again to fill it. With love, with friends and even with gaming and all sorts of other things. That wasn't it. It was purpose. A purpose in life was what I really needed. Nothing less than that. Anyway, the day passed by as it always would. I didn't go to college today since it was Orientation and the fact that I haven't cleared the full amount of the school fees and me not handing over my SPM slip worsened the matter. The case was this, I'm lost .And I really need help. I've reconsidered moving off to the States as and option to start anew. But it was too late. Sad to say, it was a little too late. Besides, I can't leave my friends here to start my life again. I belong here. Even if it were to mean that I've to hang on with their friends I have in this God forsaken land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rain drops poured overhead as I washed myself with tears. It was raining and I was stuck in my car. I parked a little away from the steps that led into my condominium. This was where I needed to be. To think. I can't do this anymore. Hope was lost and despair was here to stay. I really needed a smoke. I couldn't. I needed some food and a drink. I couldn't. Nothing is working the way I hoped it would. Nothing at all. I have met alot of new friends and I've did some stuff in life. But it wasn't really what I wanted. I wanted something that would actually bring good to my future. I needed an achievement. Thoughts raced through my mind as tears rippled down my cheeks. I have let my family down. I've gotten my close friends concerned. So many people worried about me without me realizing. Until today.. What am I really doing now? Can I actually have the nerve to let them down once more. It was no longer fondness towards my friends. It was more of.. love. Yes, I admit it. There are a few special people in my life that I truely love. Those that stood by me when I was down. Those that held my hand and told me to persevere. These are the people that really mattered to me. This is the only good thing that came out of my life so far. The people that made me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I may not be strong enough to admit this before. But now, I am ready. I'm ready to confess. I have did my share of things I'm not proud of. I've did my share of hurting others and myself. I've been bad. But now, it's about time I turned to the right path. It's about time I changed the way things work. My bestfriend is happily married now. I don't want to disturb his life. It's his own to life. "I got your back bro.. no matter what." played at the back of my head. I know mann, you would always be my friend. Always would be. But yet, I have to let go. You have to set your priorities. I don't want to make her feel like I'm competing with her for your attention. I let you go. I'm the better man. Besides, it's not me you're spending the rest of your life with. It should rightfully be her. You've covered my back so often that I'm so glad I found you as my dearest friend, my brother. Now it's time to move on. I let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As for you, you may not know who you are but.. you've touched my life. You really don't seem to look like you care. Your advice direct. But I'm thankful for you always being there leading me on. I see the torch you lighted up for me. The one you carry with you wherever you go. I would follow wherever you lead me. Truth is.. I'm in love with you. And I'm glad that I am. Sadly, it's a shame but still, I would not mention this to anyone. Right now, I'm happy the way I am. The way I choose to be. Not meaning my life or anything. But.. the status I'm in. Single and such. Thanks anyway though that you've always been there for me. You're nothing special to be honest. To the plain eye you're just an average person. But to me, you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sigh, these feelings that rushed through me. I've nowhere else to go but here. For those that read this. Please, don't take it to heart. You're not the cause of my misery. It is me. Don't be fooled by the smile and laughter. But don't be down for my heartbreak. It isn't what it appears to be. It isn't how it should be. Whatever it is. I'm glad I lived this life. But I would make better use of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lastly, I would like to say a big thank you to my parents..and my sister. They did a great deal for me. Having a black sheep in the family isn't anything anyone would be proud of. I know I'm not. And I'm trying my best to change. I've did so much to make them ashamed of me. I've did so much to cause them heartache and pain. Yet, they still love me the way I am. I'm glad I have them as my parents. No matter the circumstances. Well, I supposed that's about it for this time..toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all that made an impact in my life, I treasure you. For all that wrong me, I forgive you. To the few that made me feel loved, I love you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life isn't worth living unless it's lived to the fullest. Grasping the opportunity and living the moment is what living life is all about."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-1191373819510040678?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/1191373819510040678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=1191373819510040678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1191373819510040678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/1191373819510040678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/complications-in-life.html' title='Complications in Life..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3153745837915417637</id><published>2007-09-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:40:14.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Blank*</title><content type='html'>Well honestly, I finally decided that I've totally run out of things to talk about. My brain can't seem to work all that much anymore ever since that stupid Grass + Booze concept. Sigh, it's true. I'm losing my touch of creativity. Or maybe it's thanks to the lack of sleep. Whatever it is. I really didn't do much with my day today. Just woke up, cleaned up and headed to church. Hmm.. many familiar faces seen but yet, there were quite a number of new ones there too. The people were nice as always. Wait, this is my 2nd visit in months or years. It's quite surprising actually.. that I wanted to go back to church. Oh well, life is just weird isn't it? One day I woke up and decided that I wanted to be a good boy that heads to church by my own will every Sunday morning to fellowship and worship God alongside other Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, life really didn't give much of anything to me today. I bummed around alot and it's about time I started college. Darn, I really didn't do everything yet. I hope they actually did register me. I tried giving them calls and visits. Yes, I traveled all the way to college in hopes of actually having some progress. Sadly, it came down to a.. zero. Nothing more than that, so I've decided. Go to bed early today, arise early and head to college 1st thing tomorrow morning to see if I've sealed the deal. Dang, this college thing is a serious mess to me now isn't it? Why did God give me a more organized brain? At least that way, I could think better and actually do something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well, other than church, I finally managed to catch up on a few more episodes of "Heroes". Been meaning to finish up the season but didn't find the time to. Right now I'm glad that I did. Anyway, that about wraps up what I have achieved so far today - nothing. Kay then.. tiill later. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A shoutout to my pillow. Yes, you got that right. My pillow. The bloody tempting item in my room that makes me want to go to bed everytime I enter my room. Gosh! My eyes were killing me and my mind was wandering today while sitting through the sermon. Note to self: Get sufficient rest before going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The origins of a man does not paint his future. It is what he does with his life that points him there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3153745837915417637?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3153745837915417637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3153745837915417637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3153745837915417637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3153745837915417637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/blank.html' title='*Blank*'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-8317185945131301139</id><published>2007-09-02T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:51:24.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated Updates</title><content type='html'>After so many years of endurance undergone by this nation and it's people, Malaysia finally reached it's 50th independance. Yes, it is very true. This is the fact. So, in order to celebrate this glorious achievement, a few of us decided to go clubbing in KL. Just a few of us, about 20 plus people or more. Not much. Well, made it there really early. half an hour before opening time anyway. 8.30 sharp we were already there. As all Malaysians think alike, we decided to bum at the mamak stall nearby. After hanging out and wasting our time, we finally made it into the club 2 hours later. From then on, the party-ing went on and on. Met many familiar faces and bummed around there till 1. Strangely enough, although paying for 1 quarter of a bottle of whiskey, I had only 3 cups of it. The rest was history. The place was rather packed up that day. Screwed up Malaysians that have the same thinking. So, in order to reduce the conggestion, I spent 3 quarter of the time outside of the club rather than in it. Really was great being able to meet up with old friends and actually spending time with them. Went back around 1 that day. Early people we were. Me and Shobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well subsequently, we went to grab a bite to eat with Kit and headed home around 4. Kit stayed over of course. We didn't sleep till 5 plus thanks to Kit. We chatted till the time mentioned before falling asleep. The next day was fun but stupid. Went to Midvalley for a little foos. Met Candice and Cecilia (rather sweet gal that was), dropped off Kit and headed to One Utama. There, we spend our afternoon before they met up with their other friends and that was the time I headed off to other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Met up with Shobaan, Wong Sifu and Gab. As planned, we went to Asia Cafe for food and foos. Met with Ade there. Yes! The stalker! We met so many times everywhere and I somewhat knew that I've seen her somewhere before. Well, finally had a proper introduction and yes, we hung out even more. Foosing and stuff. Reached home at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As for today, I was with Ameer since 1 in the afternoon. Yet again, we foosed. It was really tiring since we did it for more or less 4 hours. Gosh! I can't feel my wrist. After that, Ameer had to leave so met up yet again with Wong Sifu, Kit and his complains about the crappy trip the day before, Jinjai and his sparkling braces and of course, Andy - the Nilai boy.. Hehehe. Guess where we went? Foosing. Again.. this time it was in Connaught. We really had fun. But after awhile, my whole arm hurt like mad that it felt like it was burning. Darn! Everyone finally heads off and now, I'm back. Today's post is really boring since I'm just telling everyone what I did for the past few days. Sorry people.. I don't have any creativity at the moment. A little tired..Brain dead though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A shoutout to Candice and Cecilia. Had an awesome time with you gals at One Utama. Though it was boring, we made ourselves useful. Hehehe.. Stupid camwhoring! Dang! Why did we have a camera with us? Ahh yes, thanks to Ameer and Kingsley too for spending the afternoon. Really improving since the last time I played with you both. Screw you Kit! You canceled the plan we had to go church tomorrow.. never mind. As for Wong Sifu.. you would be "di-kristiankan" eventually. No worries. :D Aight, that about wraps up things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A bird in hand is better than two in the bush. Cherish what you have while you can. Never know when you would lose it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-8317185945131301139?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/8317185945131301139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=8317185945131301139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8317185945131301139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/8317185945131301139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/09/backdated-updates.html' title='Backdated Updates'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-5842993633747824874</id><published>2007-08-30T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:55:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes yes, the titile is from one of those sci-fi flicks from the mid 80s. Corny and same as all the others. Well, no. Today I'm not here to talk about an alien invasion on mother earth or body snatchers. Right now, I would just like to celebrate with the rest of Malaysia it's independance. This is a giant event as.. Malaysia has finally pushed it's way through 50 years of self preservation. Trying and testing times had befallen us in the past, but we moved on. Well, since it's the eve of our nation's big day.. I would like to take a little time to just post about our truly beloved country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia - the multi cultural country where races is only skin deep. We are a big family filled with Malays, chinese and indians as a whole. (Of course there are also the other smaller amounts of aboriginal people, portuguese, ibans, kadazans and most definitely.. mix breeds) The people here are friendlier than rabid dogs in the jungle that are ready to tear at anyone or anything that comes too close in contact. This country is very close knitted. Whatever your neighbour is doing, we would find out eventually. Yes, very close knitted. We love our country don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one talks about courtesy, we are the best. People would more than often hold doors open for themselves only, talk at their own estimated discreet-ness on the phone in the cinema and our favourite, find the best places to help us "beautify" our streets with recycleable things. These are what we call Malaysians. To be a true Malaysian, one must learn the ways of the Malaysian. Not many can easily be passed as a Malaysian. Even I for one was utterly surprised that though I was born and bred fully in Malaysia, people can still mistaken me as a foreigner. Maybe it's the fact that I tend to give people smiles when the time calls for it. Or maybe it's due to the way I respond to things. Perhaps it my none que jumping, door holding ways that got to them. Whatever it is, I've been mistaken as a Japanese, Korean, Australian and even Myanmarnese before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there about this fair country of ours? Now we move on to the natural surroundings of Malaysia. As far as I see it, we the monkeys have finally found our true home in Kuala Lumpur, the fast beating heart of Malaysia. We are surrounding totally by a concrete jungle that emits more fumes than a 100 active volcanoes. If one wants to see a misty day, one can travel to the city center and BOOM! There it is, the mystified environment that also comes with it's very own sauna system.. in the open! Yes yes, that's the city center for you. As for the beaches we have, they are utterly magnificient. Seashells that can never be seen anywhere else in the world can be seen lying all over the beach. Metallic looking shells, pink stretchable seaweed and even small cap sized pebbles with it's random glass-like corals. All this and more. Wait.. we haven't even talked about the sea. It is the most open of all places to swim in. No one, not even fish would distract one if one wants to go for a dip but beware, do swim only at night where the sea water blends in color with the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, how could we forget the place to be for all of you racing fans. Who needs rodeos and circus performers? We got our very own daredevils loitering the streets and showing off their feats of bravery on their motorbikes. Modified cars with turbo engines and the best performances can be heard buzzing around the city streets all day and all night. If one can't sleep, get up out of bed, a race must have just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best part about Malaysia would most probably be the food. Greasy, oily, mouth watering food can be savoured only here. No preservatives whatsoever in them. Only all natural salt and pepper in them.. in great amounts. This is what can be seen in most places. Never the less, if one wants good food. Come to Malaysia. Malaysian, thought not obese, are provided with food 24/7. Anywhere at anytime, food can be seen sold. Shops, roadsides, your neighbour's house. Anywhere. It's just totally amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we talk about honestly. Malaysia is an honestly country and we love it for that. Come on, even the police departments are convincing us that they are genuine about this with the launch of "No Bribes" campaign. No, bribes are against the law. We are honest Malaysians. And we love them for that. The zeal and determination of our country too can be displayed in our daily lives. The rat races are intense as one individual takes over the lesser ones of society. Hmm.. if one drives on the streets of Kuala Lumpur in rush hour. One would know exactly what I'm saying about rat races. We are fair honest people. Honesty is the best policy right? Without honesty, we can not grow to such lengths of 1st world infrastructure right? Of course, we believe in social equality. Our riches are shared amount the poor through taxes, tolls etc. Sadly, sometimes this social equality takes a toll of a person as profits are being made by these businessmen that are very much in need of a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is Malaysia for you guys! No matter what it is or what it's becoming, we still love it right? We are our nation and it is our future. Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm rice yellow. My best friend is mocha chocolate. So deal with it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-5842993633747824874?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/5842993633747824874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=5842993633747824874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5842993633747824874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/5842993633747824874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3893585092010903449</id><published>2007-08-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:05:18.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friends are the people that really do mean the most to me.. other than my family of course. These are the people that were sent by God to give me a helping hand, a listening ear and also a shoulder to cry on. These are the great people that were there when I needed someone to be by my side. To listen to my stories. To lighten my load. Without them, I would be lost. Aimless.. roaming the land like a zombie from the typical olden day horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - the people that moulds the lives of many others. The most influenctial group of individuals in every person's life. These are the people that either tears down or builts up one's self esteem, one's confidence and of course, every other aspect of one's life. Well, like it or not, everyone's got to have friends. No matter who you are or where you're from. You got to have them. A must have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to this fact, I've been hanging out a whole lot more than I used to. To start off my day, I actually found the time to hang out with my long lost brothers from APIIT. Yes, this is the college I attended before this. These were the people I spent time with when I was at college. All this time I feel like I've abandoned them. So to make do of the time I have now, I decided to pay them a visit. We hung out, we ate, we bummed.. Of course, the APIIT-ans can never go without a visit to the local cyber cafe. So yes, I was there with them just gaming as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 or so, I left them and headed off to Bandar Utama. There, I met up with my bestie, his wife and her bestie. Yet again we were at Starbucks Centrepoint and we bummed there and just enjoyed each other's company. We chat a little till it was time to leave. Everyone went back to their respective homes except me and my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, we headed off to Connaught. When we were there, we played a lil foos and just hung out even more!! Picked up Vickie and met up with Stanley. That idiot actually decided to challenge me in pool. Sadly, I was totally out of shape and couldn't shoot for nuts. So evidently, I somewhat lost to him.. eventhough he eats chickenrice since his birth. All the stupid lucky shots coming out.. gahh!! Aggitating. Whatever it is, that was pretty much how I spent my day. Wastefully.. but with friends. :D That's what matters isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A big shoutout to Mr. Rambu Van Tan. Yes you Stan! You idiot! You're one hell of a lucky bastard. Thanks for spending the day anyway. And yes, the scenery in APIIT very much improved itself since my last visit. Aight then, dog tired.. going to bed soon.. toodles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends are siblings God forgot to give us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3893585092010903449?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3893585092010903449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3893585092010903449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3893585092010903449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3893585092010903449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7320464074622121080</id><published>2007-08-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:45:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo..</title><content type='html'>Well, just today. I was actually back home yet again after so long. It's been a few weeks since I last unlocked my main door and took a step into that place. It felt just like the first time when I was younger only that at that moment, I was still new to the surrounding and I was really excited. Back then, I darted into the semi furnished house, excitement bubbling inside of me, ready to burst out like an active volcano ready to explode. As I entered, I ran around the house, looking in every nook and cranny just seeing how big it was. It wasn't the largest place of all. It was small yet comfortable. It was very homey. Right now, it was the same. I didn't expect this feeling to emerge again but yes, that was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way through the house, looking at the photos, the plants, everything. It seems so new to me now. I still remember back then when I took the place for granted. Entering and exiting as and when I wanted to. What my parents told me before this came back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You think this house is a hotel to you is it? It's a home. Treat it with respect. One day, you would regret what you have done and just rethink your life right there and then.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those were the exact words that came out of my parent's mouth. Now that I think about it, it's true. After living so long outside of my own home, I really do miss it and wish that I cherished it more. After touring the living room, I then headed to my room. Ahh yes, this is it. The place where I onced only use for sleeping of all things. Nothing more than just.. sleep. Well, everything was still the same. My bed was made up like I left it. The clothes were still the same. Hurrying, I packed up what I needed and immediately shot out of my room door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was ready to walk out the front door, I stopped. Turned back and looked towards the sliding door that separated the living room with the balcony. A thought came to me.. "One last pitstop before I leave this house". As soon as the thought went through my head, I realized myself already walking towards the sliding door, pushing aside the curtains that hung down all the way to the floor. With a little effort, the door slided with a the nostalgic squeek escaping it as it forces it's way open. The night air was cooling after a late evening shower. The below was lighted up by street lights and cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thoughts of childhood once again flashed through my mind. The 1st time I was here, all that could be seen was a river stream that flowed through a lush jungle right in front. To the right was the highway and to the left, the golfcourse. Now, an elevated highway was constructed above the highway and the jungle was no longer there. A new housing estate was built up to ease the congestion of people that needed a home. The river was still there and the golfcourse was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, it was time to leave. I took one last glance at the scenery and was soon headed out the door. As I unlatched the door and unlocked the gate, tears began to fill my eyes as I thought of my life. Where am I headed to in life? What am I doing to fulfill my destiny of greatness? Right now.. nothing. Words that were said could never be taken back. Actions cannot be undone. Things were as it is. Nothing could be changed from the past but yet, there was a small spark of hope in my future. All that needs to be done is to do what I needed to do now in order to grasp the future that awaits me. Other than that, images of my loved ones came to mind. Not just my friends of course. Even my family came to mind. All of them were smiling and were waiting for me, just waiting. What were they waiting for you ask? Well, for me to finish this race called life. This race where not many people succeeded in finishing as a winner. The zeal finally came to me as I decided to turn my life around. No more being stupid after this. As soon as college starts, it's time to be serious again. Determination is important for victory right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, that was about what happened to me this evening. Other than that, I was gaming with my friends.. Yes, marcus and the APIIT gang. It's been ages since we met up and I decided that it was about time to go hangout with them a little. Darn my dota skills are a little rusty but yet, I was able to make it as 2nd in the game.. Yes! :P Now I'm just home chilling and enjoying the moment. Would be heading to be pretty early tonight. Got a long day ahead anyway. Smiles people.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Marcus! Thanks for the night bro. And Stanley.. we would be meeting tomorrow and yes you! You would be sitting under the pool table.. MUahahHAHahaha..!! Anyways, that's about it for tonight. A little emo now.. I blame it on the bloody menthol lights that Jean lefted in my car the other day. Dang! It's killing my male hormones!! Either that or me being a little too in touch with my sensitive side.. sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Smiles of happiness and tears of joy are needed for one to grow stronger in life. Without it, one is nothing more than a heartless crust with no reason to live.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7320464074622121080?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7320464074622121080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7320464074622121080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7320464074622121080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7320464074622121080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/emo.html' title='Emo..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-7000103309594368034</id><published>2007-08-28T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:48:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>The sky was cloudy and the air cooling as Jack sits in the outdoors relaxed and refreshed. A gentle breeze caresses his face as he takes in the end of this beautiful day. Clad with only a tee, shorts and slippers, he looks on towards the distant horizon where he sun began to set. The smiling sun was only inches away from touching the surface of the water. Coconut trees danced in the breeze. Slow music was playing as a small fire crackles closeby. This was the life.. Peace and serenity. Not a burden in the world. A total zen and balance between the body and the soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Rooster crows.* That was his alarm tone set on his handphone. Evidently used to doing it, Jack effortlessly moves his hand towards his cellphone and instantly shuts it off. There he goes again back to dreamland as the world was bustling with activity. It was 9 a.m. when his alarm rang. Nothing much was to be done today but yet, he wanted to make it a stand for him to wake up a little earlier than usual. Sadly, that really didn't happen. Snores escapes him as he lies there motionlessly, sleeping till God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soon, the sun was already high up in the sky. It was 3p.m. Jack turns his back, still in slumberland. Nothing much have changed except for the position he lay in. After almost 12 hours of sleep, slowly but surely, his mind ticks in and his body became to move. As if in clockwork motion, he then arises, stretches his arms, yawns and pulls off the covers that kept him warm all throughout his night of sleep. With a blurry vision. he then heads on to his daily neccesities. Cleaning himself was routine. It was no longer what he had to think to do. His body begins to function on it's own as he washes up and heads downstairs for a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, weird but true, he indulges himself in some late afternoon cartoons. Yes, thought at his age, he favors cartoons. Dreamily he stares at the idiot box not noticing but was going on. Time was needed for him to sober up and after more than an hour, his mind finally worked. Thoughts of chores and things to do were laid out in his mind. Each one in the order he had planned. Well, not really much to do anyway. No one was going to be home today. He didn't have any plans of leaving his house either. So yes, here it goes. Wash the car and feed the dog. That's about it. Simple enough. Of course, there was also the need to finally clean his room. So off he went to do his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was still drizzling when he woke up and it finally stopped when he was all set to clean his car. The vehicle was nothing much to look at. Just an ordinary car that transported him around the place. The was his darling. His loved one. His baby.. After 2 hours of thorough washing, it was sparkling clean. This was what hard work was meant to do. His work really did pay off as he smiles to himself. Well, now it's time to polish his beauty up. Slowly, he apllies the polishing detergent liquid on a dry cloth as he rubs away at his car. Right before he was done with the polishing. Lo and behold, the rain started to come down again. Pissed off, he then finishes up and stomps his way into the house taking one last glance at his baby before entering the house. Still a little hot in the head, he still felt satisfied at his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, as for the rest of the chores, it would be later that he does it. For now, he decides to just relax a little more. This is what life is about ain't it? Knowing when to actually just sit down and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was about what happened today in my life. Nothing interesting. Just the usual boring day I usually have. Of course, I got uber bad news! I found scratches on my car that I never knew were there before!! *Gasp!* It's true. Blue marks through the right rear end. I was in shock when I saw the marks. The idiot that did it would really pay for it! Literally! Anyway, I'm so bored. What am I to do? Gahh!!! Oops.. going out soon I guess.. no worries.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today, I would like to make a shoutout to three special beings that make my life all the richer.. my dogs. :P Yes, they are really a furball of fun and I love them no matter what! Rock on doggies! Don't be making me smack ya! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sleep.. is the way a mind refreshes itself. Eat.. is the way the stomach replenishes itself. Laughs.. is the way one restores one's self."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-7000103309594368034?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/7000103309594368034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=7000103309594368034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7000103309594368034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/7000103309594368034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4844282167467998598</id><published>2007-08-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:12:12.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance and Family..</title><content type='html'>The topic that most intrigued me today was most definitely what we discussed today at McDonalds. It's quite surprising and true what Jean said about what we tend to talk about. No matter what topic we begin with. Eventually, we would still end up talking about our families and how in awe we are of what they've achieved in their lives. Parents anyway.. And it's true. With their own bare hands they achieved the impossible by raising up the three of us. Me, my brother and my sister-in-law. How does that work? Of course we are talking about three different families with three different sets of parents/parent that grew up and endured different obstacles and difficulties in their lives. To add to that, they managed all that while raising kids like us.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly oddities but still, the 1st to come to mind is Jack. The one that emerged from a coconut tree thinking that money does grow on trees and thinking that his parents are ATM machines that churn money the way cows churn out milk. His insensitive actions of making really expensive mistakes cause the family a bundle.&lt;br /&gt;Next in line - Shobaan. The man that's got it all. A bottomless pocket that requires constant refilling. With this guy, no parent can be considered rich enough to fund him. In it comes and soon.. *poof* out it goes..&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the one that I know not too much about - Jean. Well, she isn't exactly a problem to her mum now is she? But yet, she's a girl. This means a constant, steady flow of income is required for her upkeep.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, a salute to the parent. An essential need in the lives of every growing child and of course, teenager. As we mature, we finally come to learn the importance of these God given individuals that endure our stupid behavior agaisnt all odds.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to sum up my day, not much going on but yet, it's still a little something. Was at Asia yet again as every other Monday. Was hanging out, foosing, eating and of course, waiting for Shobaan. As usual. Same o same o. Apparently, I really don't think life is going anywhere at this rate. Would be signing up for college really soon. Perhaps this coming week. Whatever it is. I intend to become a somebody. Not a nobody like what many aspire to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks yet again to all those that made my day. And yes, I feel a little more bubbly today thanks to the somewhat sufficient amount of sleep I got last night. Glad that I was able to catch up with Tasha a little. :D Would really miss having someone to chat with at the wee hours in the morning, Sigh.. Oh well, life goes on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life with balance and aim bears great fruit but an imbalanced life with no aim brings nothing but regret and grieve."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&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/1889374935823459163-4844282167467998598?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4844282167467998598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4844282167467998598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4844282167467998598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4844282167467998598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/balance-and-family.html' title='Balance and Family..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-4101361900670547404</id><published>2007-08-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:14:35.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains on My Shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were tales of men that lifted the weight of the world or of people that did great things in their life. Let's take for instance, Hercules - the greatest man on earth. Or Superman - the Alien Dude that's super everything. Maybe even Jesus - The One that bear the sins of the World. But has it ever occured to you that the general story had been laid out before us. We never really knew if they whined or felt pain or were.. well, human. This was what really made them seem like heroes to us. Like really great, brave people. People never really bothered wondering how it feels having these great burdens on them.. Have anyone wondered if they needed feet massages? Or back rubs? Or maybe a spa treament? Nobody did wonder that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not to compare myself with any of these great people but honestly, work is a bitch! Thank God I'm not working for long anymore. Just yesterday, I had a job.. as a salesperson. Though it may sound easy, it isn't. I tried my best to drag people to buy this one weird brand of pasta but sadly.. not many were influenced by my persuasive smile and cheerful greetings. My colleague tells me that it's cause I'm too tall.. intimidating.. Sigh.. the goodness of life huh? Other than that, I endured 99% of the time standing up. That means that I stood for more or less 9 hours yesterday. That really was a bummer. Killed my legs and hurt my back. Felt like the weight of the world pushing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. It's worth the effort. Getting 100 bucks for that one day. Of course, it adds to the benefits that I had more than enough eyecandy from the people I work with (excluding the old auntie and the 2 girls that would make me pido) I meant the others.. yes, did I mention that I think my supervisor was pretty darn adorable? She had this little sparkle in her eye and she smiles the biggest smile even for a girl her size. She was slim and slander. Had colored curls and the most adorable voice.. dreamy dreamy it was.. but still.. a little my senior I supposed and way outta my league.. (Not much of harm trying but hey! I was tired mann..) Oh yes, I did also get a little boost in my ego and self confidence considering the fact that girls from other booths did come up to me for my name and number. :P I obliged giving any numbers but the name.. what the heck? Not that they would remember right? And no.. they aren't fugly people that were desperate for guys.. they seemed the happening crowd too.. hip and cool you know? Like some people I know.. namely.. me? Kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, came back after that and after dinner, fell flat to bed and slept all throught the night till the very next morning. That was a hefty 12 hours rest. Good for me. But still awaken with a thumping headache and a sore back. Went to church and met so many of my old buddies! Oh my gosh! Can't believe I haven't been there for so long.. Really do miss em people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I headed out to hangout with friends before heading home for a good rest. Yes, I need alot of that. Been out almost everyday and was driving for huge amounts and it does strain the body. 1st was the long drive I had from Ampang all the way back home.. took me 2-3 hours due to the jam. That was on Wednesday. This was followed by the long Thursday jam and the drive from Damansara to Valencia and of course to KL and back. That took more or less 3-4 hours and yes, knowing KL.. even more jam. I was in a stationary position for up to an hour. Gosh mann! IDiots that don't know how to make em roads less congested. Later on, it was more driving for the rest of the week till today. Whatever it is, it's worth the effort. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been sometime since I blogged and I'm really running dry on matters to blog about but whatever it is, my life is happening enough to blog so yes, the stories are insufficient but the happenings in life is sufficient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lu.. relax kay! I really didn't mind getting stuck in the jam no biggie.. And I really love the doggie. :D Glad I have it.. As for Dan, keep it cool mann! Things would go your way.. relax. No need to worry too much but of course, sometimes it's good to plan this sorta thing just a little more than day by day. Shobaan.. smile bro. Glad I'm having ya around so much mann.. appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Big people do big things. Little people do small things. But small people with talent can do GREAT things that can only be achieved by people with zeal and determination."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-4101361900670547404?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/4101361900670547404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=4101361900670547404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4101361900670547404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/4101361900670547404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/mountains-on-my-shoulders.html' title='Mountains on My Shoulders'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-3635929295011811086</id><published>2007-08-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:03:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The days flow passed like water running in a stream.. on and on downhill till it reaches a river. So was the time that went by as Bill was lying in bed. A slow, steady beeping sound echoes through the room day in and day out as Bill lays motionless on his bed. He looks peaceful and in total zen as he sleeps on his comfortable bed. Lying there, one would think that he is peace at mind. Not mindful of all the worries and cares of the world. Sadly, Bill was unable to do anything other than what he was doing now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Three years ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A slow drive in the countryside was what Bill really needed to get his mind off things. The stress and burdens bearing on his mind is too much for him.. right now he just needed to relax. His superiors are being utter jerkoffs as they constantly pushes their responsibilities and as a very giving employee, he does all that was given to him. Now, he just can't bear it. His friends are deserting him, he's in a financial crisis, his family hates him.. How much more worse situations can he be in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;As thoughts filled his mind, he does not observe the divider in front of him that pushes the road he is on into another lane. This is a squeeze for most cars and since he was driving a Jeep, it was utterly impossible for him to sway in time. As his Jeep braces the impact, his ride becomes airborne for a short period of time as his life flashed in front of his eyes.. memories of loved ones came to mind as he lands of multiples spins in the air. As his car lands, it goes out of control and tears it's way into the opposite road digging deeper into a barricade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;The concrete and metal barricade then breaks at the impact as metal spike impaled the vehicle only inches away from severing Bill's body as he lays unconcious in the driver's seat. Blood flowed down his face as dirt covered his face from the rubble and chaos that occured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Present day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Billy, someone's here to see you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*no answer*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh well, make yourself at home.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a few words with the stranger, Bill's mum then leaves him unintended with the stranger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, you seem to be doing alright. Hope you do wake up soon anyway. Whatever it is.. I don't blame you. Honestly. Life is about change and mine utterly changed after the death of my daughter. *pauses* I expected you to be more responsible but it's okay. It's a mistake and I forgive and forget.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stranger was the father of a girl that became roadkill when she came out of her car to pick up her dollie. The father was waiting for his child and evidently she was part of the accident as Bill lost control of his vehicle and cause the life of his daughter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistakes made in the past affects others in the long run. And now.. it's too late. Nothing can be done to chang what happened before. As the saying goes, "Learn from yesterday to live today for a better tomorrow".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The point of this story wasn't really much about the lesson one learns from it.. To me, right now, it's just the brain dead part of it.. Yes, finally it's over. Even before this - yesterday, I was really hung over.. Blur in the head. My thoughts swam around my mind like a man in an ocean lost and seeking land. That was the situation I was in. Well, had an awesome weekend. Right now just chilling with friends and of course, resting for now. Might have plans at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I would most probably be flying off soon. Thanks to my parents genius plans. Yes, the way they told me was the peak of the moment. This was how it went.. "Hey Jack, go to church today. It's Sunday. By the way, you're going to USA. Bye" *hangs up*. Oh well, I don't think it would work out anyway. Since I got a genius mind here.. so yes, would talk em outta it one way or another. For now, just enjoying my life as I plan for my destiny. Greatness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever it is, I really don't have the mood to tell anyone about my weekend so yes, I shall continue in my next post. Probably tonight. So yes, toodles. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. Congrats Dan for keeping your blogging experience away from me. If one wants to know about his blog.. ask him yourself. He prefers keeping it personal. And yes, thanks people for making my weekend all the more awesome. You know who you are and I love you guys so much! Rocking my world people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The road to greatness is a hardone. But the end of it all is fulfilling as one meets their destiny smiling back at them. With determination and will, one would reach their goal of ultimate greatness.."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;+&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-3635929295011811086?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/3635929295011811086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=3635929295011811086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3635929295011811086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/3635929295011811086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead..'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889374935823459163.post-2383246209513431271</id><published>2007-08-16T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:13:56.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, finally things were about to change. No more smell cells and shared bathrooms. No more chores. No more fights with cellmates. He was finally free. The fresh air was all the fresher outside those four walls. Yes, this was Elliot. It was 10 years since his 1st day in the treacherous confinements of the prison. It became his home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All too familiar to him.. That wasn't good. He hated it in there. This one a mistake that could never be undone. The crime scene fitted perfectly. It was an accident but the damage was done. 10 years wasted and nothing came out of it other than sorrow and bitterness. Never the less, it's behind him now. Everything is about to go back to what it used to be. He can finally see his children, console his wife, meet neighbours.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, enjoy freedom..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. That is what everyone plans to do in life. What people do naturally since birth, throughout childhood, going past the teenage years into adulthood and finally till death. Change. That is what gives life what everyone seeks to find these days. Happiness, a true meaning to living. As for Elliot, the end of his life in prison was just the beginning of a fresh new start. Gladness fills him as his family comes to greet him warmly. It was finally over. He still can't believe it as he holds his family in his arms. Feelings rushed through him as tears began to fill his eyes. A tear overflows his eye and rolls down his cheek. "&lt;em&gt;What's wrong daddy?&lt;/em&gt;", exclaims his 12 year old daughter. Thoughts flashed through his mind of his life before this.. it was perfect. He was happily married and had his 2nd child. Then it happened, now it was over. He still can't believe it. All he could say to his daughter was this.. "&lt;em&gt;Nothing, nothing at all.. everything would be alright&lt;/em&gt;.." Love and compassion was in his touch. Nothing could bring joy to him as much as this.. This was the happiest moment of his life. The beginning of a beautiful life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, change is about to begin. Finally talked my parents into letting me stay back in Malaysia to continue my studies and as for the furthering it overseas part? It had been pushed to a later date. My car is coming back tomorrow. My job is bearably good. Family loves me as ever. Friends.. don't know what to do without them. Of course, not to mention the religious part of me coming back. Now I finally reconnected my link with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's all more or less the same. Life is still rocking my socks off. Loving it so much! Thanks to my loved ones.. Oh and yes, thought it may a little too far into my post but yet, welcome! This is a fresh new start to a whole new chapter of Jack's life. Not too strangely.. it was named the above title. :D It's a new beginning to what was already a good start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the story, my day wasn't much since I woke up at 3 and bummed around till well.. now. Nothing much done except the talks and planning about tomorrow and so on. Spent time with family. Hung out with Shobaan. That's about it. Yes, thought this may be a short post.. It would be my 1st. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A little shoutout as promised sometime back..Lynnett! You're rocking my world. And yes, you'll always be that little girl by my side that I would always be taking care of. :D No doubt about that! As for the rest of you.. Live life to the fullest. Stick close.. toodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Everything that has a beginning has an ending. But with this ending begins a whole new chapter of a new start. Afresh one runs towards the future, smile gleaming and hands spreaded out embracing a better, sweeter future."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&gt;SuicidalAct&lt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1889374935823459163-2383246209513431271?l=suicidalact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/feeds/2383246209513431271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1889374935823459163&amp;postID=2383246209513431271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2383246209513431271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1889374935823459163/posts/default/2383246209513431271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalact.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-12.html' title='Chapter 1.2'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
