<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:00:56.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Hot Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-157198756199821214</id><published>2012-02-09T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T02:32:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a girl, maybe.. it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-157198756199821214?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/157198756199821214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/157198756199821214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/02/but-sometimes-were-so-focused-on.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-46426007754416660</id><published>2012-02-07T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T02:12:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy but at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either, there isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being alone never was. At least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what’s wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take “I don’t know” for an answer. you feel the way you do just because. you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-46426007754416660?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/46426007754416660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/46426007754416660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-you-ever-get-that-feeling-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6550926826969937498</id><published>2012-02-07T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:18:18.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVE ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GROW UP&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;(AND GROW A PAIR WHILE YOU'RE AT IT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6550926826969937498?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6550926826969937498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6550926826969937498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/02/shut-up-move-on-grow-up-and-grow-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6575204432783130984</id><published>2012-02-04T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:48:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;When it comes to finding the right person, it all comes down to how well she know you, and how well she would be willing to get to know you. Finding a person who would understand your faults and love you for every single one of them. Some one who will cherish their time with you, and never doubt that you cherish your time with them. The person that can fight with you and hurt you, but still be there for you through thick and thin. It may not that makes things easy, but it’s the right girl, the one that you love, and you know loves you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTlelFfXJ44/Tywr1zvlAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Uf_LgXXizNI/s1600/tumblr_lya34gedOv1qjgx29o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTlelFfXJ44/Tywr1zvlAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Uf_LgXXizNI/s320/tumblr_lya34gedOv1qjgx29o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6575204432783130984?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6575204432783130984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6575204432783130984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-it-comes-to-finding-right-person.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTlelFfXJ44/Tywr1zvlAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Uf_LgXXizNI/s72-c/tumblr_lya34gedOv1qjgx29o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1523612189735482873</id><published>2012-01-28T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:22:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;I just got really hurt. And sometimes when that happens, something inside just shuts off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;People who make us happy are never the people you expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; color: #d8d5da; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #494949;"&gt;and on a personal note to Rachel Ong, a dear sister in Christ who is currently hurting from a failed misadventure on this thing called premature concept of Love.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #494949;"&gt;"I guess if we relied on other people to make us happy, we would spend alot of time feeling sad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #494949;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #494949;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1523612189735482873?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1523612189735482873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1523612189735482873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-just-got-really-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6786852284913757847</id><published>2012-01-24T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:38:06.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you...... A decade ago's Isaac Tan.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6786852284913757847?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6786852284913757847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6786852284913757847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-youa-decade-agos-isaac-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1938694105357043397</id><published>2012-01-22T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:42:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the word is relative actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;later? Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Я не&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;очень&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;нуждающегося человека&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, но я просто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;хочу чувствовать себя&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;приняли,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;любили,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;нужен и дорог&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;жаждут&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;внимания&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, я люблю&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;восхищения&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, и я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;определенно&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;необходимо&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;близости.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;очень не хочу быть&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;один, я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;возмущаться&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;одиночества&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;и&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;я больше всего&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;ненавижу то, что&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;я все еще&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;не готовы&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;быть в отношениях&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Фактом является то&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, что я должен&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;принять.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Но я просто хочу&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;провести&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;кого-то быть&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;в объятиях&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;другой даме&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;бредовые&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Нет, я&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;просто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;быть человеком.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;go translate it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and yes I speak, write and curse Russian fluently&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;сукой&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;angst to the max&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1938694105357043397?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1938694105357043397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1938694105357043397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/01/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4740003058968512367</id><published>2012-01-19T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:27:30.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God, You know that is really my desire to want to belong to someone and to be in love with someone, by heavenly Father, Your ways are higher than my ways, Your thoughts higher than mine.Daddy make me into the man that You want me to be. Sometimes I really dunno how.Show me the way Lord. I do not trust myself but I trust you God. I was born but not raised without a Father, but in turn I got You. Lord Your grace is sufficient for me, Your providence is more than I could ever ask for. But Lord, I need to see it and experience Your divine love that encompasses all things that is beyond measure and imagination. God you know my heart full well and You know my thoughts before they were ever conceived.But Lord You also know the moulding days of my life, the challenging days and the days that will require my hill faith and might to believe in You.Father I wanna rest in You Lord. I dunno how that is going to happen but I choose to trust in YOU, the Lord of hope and love. Father you are the father of the fatherless, I pray that may You be my tender loving Father as I walk this earth all the remaining days of my life. I really need you Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4740003058968512367?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4740003058968512367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4740003058968512367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-god-you-know-that-is-really-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2611564003867105587</id><published>2012-01-18T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:33:59.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa chialat.Last warning ah this type. HEART, Y U NO PATIENCE?!Yes, she pretty amazing and honestly, quite cute and awesome at the same time.But you gotta learn to wait!Trust and Obey la Isaac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2611564003867105587?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2611564003867105587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2611564003867105587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2012/01/wa-chialat.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4860438747470370540</id><published>2011-10-18T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:43:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back into the shadows will I fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme go hoommeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/lbSOLBMUvIE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbSOLBMUvIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbSOLBMUvIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4160681359761467361-4860438747470370540?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4860438747470370540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4860438747470370540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-into-shadows-will-i-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2701708482213384565</id><published>2011-09-19T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:23:14.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time.to.focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough.bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough.stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough.resolute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2701708482213384565?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2701708482213384565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2701708482213384565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/09/time.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2826667098336036796</id><published>2011-09-14T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:02:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a hard year so far. Its been both tiring and exhausting and admit it, you knew this was gonna happen. Last year has been so wasted its really not worth&amp;nbsp;mentioning&amp;nbsp;and anything before that has been&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;much filed under the&amp;nbsp;category&amp;nbsp;of- History: worth revisiting when free- section of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human life is hard, and whether we'd like to admit or deny it, its really not an easy journey. Samme once said that in this fight, you can either throw in the towel or use it to wipe the sweat off your forehead. well in other words, its either you lie and die, or you jolly well die trying. Life doesnt always guarantee successes, trust me, its not a life that is worth living if everyday was like Christmas. Its just so...dull, after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was meant to be filled with the ups and downs that contain in it, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately the urge of wanting to have companionship, a partner, grew strong. As I&amp;nbsp;re-looked&amp;nbsp;at the recent scares that I bore, I realised that the very fact that I feel that way is but really human. We all crave for attention, crave for significance, and sometimes even crave for intimacy, regardless of the physicality or emotional aspect.&lt;br /&gt;Its fully understandable and perfectly natural to be feeling this way, for God intended Man and Woman to be together as one body by His divine appointment and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and Isaac (ref to Genesis) did not find each other out of desperation, but their fathers both knew that their children has got to have a partner once they are of age and maturity. Their fathers knew the importance, also, to find one that is both suitable and compatible for their children. By God's wonderful way, Rebecca and Isaac became man and wife, how beautiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be in a relationship isn't wrong, in fact, it only goes to show and prove that we are developing healthily as young adults from teenagers. But it does not translate that we should go out and quickly find one or settle with the one that is currently interested in us just because it 'feels' right/ or that the person doesn't 'seem' to be a bad person what. That's just not the way it should be. It not only seems desperate, to always have a different partner as your bf/gf, but its also damaging to the image of our Father that created us, IN HIS LIKENESS. Darling we are created in His image, so please live up to that image boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heavenly father knows exactly what is important to us, he clothes in lilies in the field and feed the birds in the air, how much more will God take care of our needs, when He calls us the apple of His eye?&lt;br /&gt;He knows that we do need companionship one day, and we need the real physical person that not only spurs us on in our faith in Him, but also be our life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the word of the day is patience, to await God's beautiful appointment and timing for&amp;nbsp;everything, and not jump the gun and do things our way. Many instances have we destroyed God's&amp;nbsp;wonderous&amp;nbsp;plans by being impatient and assuming that we know what's best for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the best history book on Earth: The Holy B.I.B.L.E.&lt;br /&gt;Basic&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it contains every episode of what mankind would ever encounter and how best to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have learnt my lesson, hard. It was painful by now I yield upon Your control, Lord. I know not what plans you have for me, but I know you have a plan to prosper me (in whichever way You deem fit) and not to harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear me, learn and remember this lesson by hard, for when you seek first the kingdom of God and His&amp;nbsp;righteousness&amp;nbsp;and all these things will be added unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2826667098336036796?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2826667098336036796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2826667098336036796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-me-i-know-its-been-hard-year-so.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2061671750148944166</id><published>2011-08-25T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:47:06.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Status: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECONS: UPS.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial: Done.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS: THANK GOD I DID A-MATHS in sec school =D SO DAYM EASY!&lt;br /&gt;STATS: THANK GOD I DID H2 MATHS in JC =D SO DAYM EASY x 2!!&lt;br /&gt;PBF: Christina Lai is crap. Gonna shift it to either Mon morn of afternoon =D&lt;br /&gt;POA: Before I can even start on him theres so much flak on this guy I don't even wanna go there.&lt;br /&gt;Shifting it to Tues. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHYT I have classes at later at 7pm. Thanks to HARI RAYA next tues.&lt;br /&gt;PFFTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha while having lects yest one OG friend of mine said I was so professional in organising mah stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 15 mins before I leave the house. Can I not go pls???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2061671750148944166?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2061671750148944166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2061671750148944166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/current-status-econs-ups.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7163923820898449456</id><published>2011-08-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:13:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/0X3fcnV5P08/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0X3fcnV5P08&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0X3fcnV5P08&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4160681359761467361-7163923820898449456?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7163923820898449456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7163923820898449456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5957101511213276226</id><published>2011-08-20T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:44:55.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please, come into my arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like NAO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there to comfort you when you tear,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there in share in your pains and burdens,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there to cheer you on when youre at your weakest,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there to soldier you on when the walk seems to get too tough,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna b ethere to share in your joys, fears and happiness;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, can you hold my hand in yours and yours in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEMnoo-ga5U/Tk6fLZMJBSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YiM6lkAIpnc/s1600/216756_10150339057188436_711008435_9630537_591478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEMnoo-ga5U/Tk6fLZMJBSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YiM6lkAIpnc/s320/216756_10150339057188436_711008435_9630537_591478_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5957101511213276226?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5957101511213276226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5957101511213276226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-come-into-my-arms-like-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEMnoo-ga5U/Tk6fLZMJBSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YiM6lkAIpnc/s72-c/216756_10150339057188436_711008435_9630537_591478_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6712041144215971558</id><published>2011-08-07T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:04:02.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;There’s no shame in being afraid. Hell, we’re all afraid. What you gotta do is figure out what you’re afraid of because when you put a face on it, you can beat it. Better yet, you can use it. Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I’ve come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I’m a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quotebg" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 150px; left: 10px; opacity: 0.2; position: absolute; top: 70px;"&gt;“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 20px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6712041144215971558?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6712041144215971558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6712041144215971558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-no-shame-in-being-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4644825479370336076</id><published>2011-08-07T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:02:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #af9cb6; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;You don’t realize how much you care about someone until they don’t care about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4644825479370336076?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4644825479370336076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4644825479370336076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-dont-realize-how-much-you-care.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2452114297126961207</id><published>2011-08-05T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:10:17.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love the way You Father Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;O father of the fatherless&lt;br /&gt;In whom all families are blessed&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life, forgave the past&lt;br /&gt;Now in your arms I'm safe at last&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father me, forever you'll father me&lt;br /&gt;And in your embrace I'll be forever secure&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bruised and broken I draw near&lt;br /&gt;You hold me close and dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;At last my fearful heart is still&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered to your perfect will&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in my foolishness I stray&lt;br /&gt;Returning empty and ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging for my wretchedness&lt;br /&gt;Your radiant robes of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From deep within my spirit cries&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you father me&lt;br /&gt;Before such love I stand amazed&lt;br /&gt;And ever will through endless days&lt;br /&gt;I love the way You father me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2452114297126961207?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2452114297126961207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2452114297126961207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/father-me-o-father-of-fatherless-in.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3570207756193470890</id><published>2011-08-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:55:37.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t worry babe, you will see me again. You’ll see me with a girl who treats me right and love right. One that TRULY knows how to love. You’ll see all that could have had. And you’ll regret. Regret like hell. Regret letting me go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;But the thing i want you to see the most? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’ll see; I survived without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Random spasms of the mind at odd times.&lt;br /&gt;I oughtta sleep earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;When the morning light strikes into my room I have 6 things awaiting to be accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;God, now's the time for the booster pack I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Abba&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-3570207756193470890?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3570207756193470890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3570207756193470890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-worry-babe-you-will-see-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2445798328612535402</id><published>2011-07-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:40:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After months of deliberation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;after numerous probes and pokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;after countless jokes and jeers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE FINALLY HAD IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6 BROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6 BROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6 BUFFETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 PECS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/sEw99tlwwQU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEw99tlwwQU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEw99tlwwQU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damn she's a ripped Russian&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/4160681359761467361-2445798328612535402?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2445798328612535402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2445798328612535402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-months-of-deliberation-after.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-861689449535693588</id><published>2011-07-22T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:14:34.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCteFe3KSU/Til0hPqIIvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RmOmV2SfSf4/s1600/haters_gonna_hate_obama-14261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCteFe3KSU/Til0hPqIIvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RmOmV2SfSf4/s320/haters_gonna_hate_obama-14261.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too awesome to care =D hahahahhah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway busy days ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prata shower before Mexico ^^ Oooooh tks favian =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reservist nicely put next week before Orientation thank God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sending off Virgin Mary and Picking up Piggy all in the Changi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orientation Day (as if we need preps for......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orientation Camp LOL. Im seriously too old for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Massive amounts to read, write and it'll be alright.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my rhyming so much nowSAdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Team Grimmie Rawks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to SC2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHAOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-861689449535693588?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/861689449535693588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/861689449535693588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/d-im-too-awesome-to-care-d-hahahahhah.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCteFe3KSU/Til0hPqIIvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RmOmV2SfSf4/s72-c/haters_gonna_hate_obama-14261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><georss:featurename>San Francisco, CA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.75768727207735 -122.47009314843751</georss:point><georss:box>37.61269027207735 -122.91611564843751 37.902684272077344 -122.02407064843752</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-767606225541141087</id><published>2011-07-19T06:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:58:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;Never realised how much this phrase;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;"Love when you’re ready; not when you’re lonely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;has helped the people around so much, irony is, the first person that I spoke to on this topic never seem to have gotten it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;Now that this phrase somehow got so wide spread, I suppose good wisdom's supposed to be shared ya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;In return for my words to live by, I got this following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;If a person is single,&amp;nbsp;it doesn’t really mean that he or she knows nothing about Love. In fact, going solo is a lot wiser than being in a wrong relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Thanks ele. Youre the best. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"&gt;However there's a missing gap of common sense in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"&gt;dialogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iZac&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Girls are by far the most confusing, if not, the worst confused creatures on this planet I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;You say girls are confusing? Nice try. Girls are the easiest to understand. We want love. We want trust, we want everything most guys lack. We want someone to change for us; we want them to accept the fact that sometimes we forget to shave. We want back rubs; we want you to give us flowers. We want you to hold our hand. We all just want our own Prince Charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iZac: Nope you don't want prince charming, what you want is a fairy tale. True enough, its easy to understand, and I think all you need right now is a contract&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;binding agreement before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;start a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Lets see if he'll sign it. HAHA&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/4160681359761467361-767606225541141087?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/767606225541141087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/767606225541141087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-person-is-single-it-doesnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8809488121039296358</id><published>2011-07-10T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:28:28.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe how happy I am. Nope. No pretense is needed.&lt;br /&gt;When about a month ago, around this time, I never pictured myself to be this happy nor this gleeful, I didn't expect that I would be, standing here right now smiling right back in the computer screen, happily typing away =)&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't hold much, and I dont possess much, not that I dare say, I am glad that my heart is filled with joy, and most importantly, love =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're conceived in love, even if some of the readers here might be 'out of sheer passion', we cant deny that the root cause has always been love. Having said that, the only resonating term that brings about fulfillment is being satisfied IN LOVE. I say, my dear friends, why settle for humanly, sometimes-if not, oft failing love that is just temporal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled in my spirit, by the grace of God, Love =)&lt;br /&gt;I can LITERALLY feel His almighty shoulder upon mine, letting me know its all gonna be alright =)&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago I was quite lost, due to some short term financial issues and tight pockets possibly haunting me for the next year or so, but hey, what I got wasn't a solution, but a comforted heart.&lt;br /&gt;In here there is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of an immediate solution, here is the list of things I have gotten in return:&lt;br /&gt;Great subsidies that could very well tide over my household's daily&amp;nbsp;expenditures&amp;nbsp;at least for the next three months&lt;br /&gt;An extremely heartwarming heart to heart talk with mummy that lasted until 5am in the morning! (Gasps!)&lt;br /&gt;An entourage of close friends coming along to give their moral and friendly support when I didn't ask for it, and neither do they know what plight I am going through&lt;br /&gt;A chanced-upon hidden find online that could very well bring lotsa joy to my family! (updates on this soon!~)&lt;br /&gt;An ability to be my best friends' shoulder to cry on the be a pillar of support, when I thought I needed it more, I realised I had more to give, and thus I gave =) And this morning was an example of how a great morning starts =)&lt;br /&gt;And a GREAT shopping experience at the market that was uber surprising, cos the billl came up to about double the expected amount, cos we were on a spree, when initially we just wanted to hit 25 bucks so we qualify for the offers on display (hehh)&lt;br /&gt;AND SUBSEQUENTLY AN EQUALLY AWESOME CREATION OF MAH' EGGY MAYO&amp;nbsp;SANDWICH&amp;nbsp;with some input from the WISE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a great outing with the YA gang, with the night ending of with some pretty darn cool FIREWORKS =DDD&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm typing this now, I can feel the of what the good Lord has brought and given to me, when all I did was pray =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! What a day!&lt;br /&gt;But last and certainly not the least, I am glad to have gone through what I have done today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also worthy to note: I just read fiona's blog on some le tour de ffyona blogspot crap.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that despite all that had happened and what she had done to me, I could see only that when you sow destruction, you reap destruction, not just to the people around you, but to yourself as well. There is always a price to pay for what you have done, and although I'm not writing here to smite or apply sarcasm, but a good 'I told you so' is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I did not stay any longer in that ill-forbidden relationship. My heart sickens to know that it had actually stayed on so long in such a foul environment, with a person of no gratitude and an extremely selfish nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the way she's suffering right now, I have pity. Pity upon one that was so lost and still as lost as ever. The foolish throws away a compass when one sees it, for one knows not how to use it nor its crucial usefulness. Looking at the wrong places for answer will never get you any right ones Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll read this, but if you do, WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I did, and you bet I'm as happy as can be; REFER TO ABOVE ACCOUNT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights world, sabbath on its way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8809488121039296358?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8809488121039296358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8809488121039296358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-believe-how-happy-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2863944801649109336</id><published>2011-05-30T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:46:54.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #af9cb6; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;Even when you think you’re finally over that boy, and think you like someone else, you start reading quotes and it’s still that same boy that pops into your head, not the new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2863944801649109336?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2863944801649109336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2863944801649109336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/even-when-you-think-youre-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5475684542112397697</id><published>2011-05-14T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:58:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don’t believe her if she comes back and says she misses you. Remember, she chose not to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Freakin nyphomaniac&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/4160681359761467361-5475684542112397697?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5475684542112397697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5475684542112397697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-believe-her-if-she-comes-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8325769991131055089</id><published>2011-05-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:15:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ejQ08ddAdQU" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;Lets be honest. sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else. But you gotta wake up and realise that my life is truly much happier without you in it, while you're on a constant search for an answer to satisfying the lonliness inside you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;Your life proves it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;All the single people in the house say AAYYEE OHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8325769991131055089?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8325769991131055089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8325769991131055089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-be-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ejQ08ddAdQU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2432472485724019925</id><published>2011-04-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T01:37:56.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Just to say I love you never seems enough. I’ve said it so many times. I’m afraid you wont understand what i really mean when i say it. How can so much feeling, so much adoration possibly fit into those three little words. But until I find some other way of saying how I feel, then “I Love You” will have to do. So no matter how many times I say it, never take it lightly, for you are my life, and my only love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don’t give up just because things get hard. That is the exact contrary to&amp;nbsp;perseverance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An opposite to your name.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;It would be so nice to wake up and see you tangled in the sheets next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&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/4160681359761467361-2432472485724019925?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2432472485724019925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2432472485724019925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-say-i-love-you-never-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7536339832596913661</id><published>2011-04-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:14:41.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I don’t have much to offer. But I’ll still give you everything I’ve got, even if it’s barely a thing at all. I’ll give you late nights, long hugs, good massages, someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there, a hand to hold, somebody to lean on. And if that’s not enough, just know you have all of me. I hope that’s enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe some friendships aren’t meant to be saved. Maybe we’re meant to spent a certain part of our lives with certain people.. and then move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quotebg" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 150px; left: 10px; opacity: 0.2; position: absolute; top: 70px;"&gt;“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 20px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;Casper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&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/4160681359761467361-7536339832596913661?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7536339832596913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7536339832596913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-tell-you-truth-i-dont-have-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4774691750362290585</id><published>2011-04-25T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:00:06.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="title" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;And it all comes down to the last person you think about before you go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a sacredness in tears. they are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;(scheduled for release on 25/04/2011 0000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4160681359761467361-4774691750362290585?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4774691750362290585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4774691750362290585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-it-all-comes-down-to-last-person.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4285198764155011771</id><published>2011-04-23T22:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:18:23.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’ve been waiting my whole life for the right girl to come along and then you showed up. And you’re nothing like the woman I imagined. You’re cynical and cranky and impossible. But the truth is fighting with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I think there’s a very good chance that I’m wanting to get married with you with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because let’s face it - no matter how much you tell yourself you’re over someone, your heart knows the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqAOshF984w/TbLsJagkXnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WLKOQ_lXXMo/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqAOshF984w/TbLsJagkXnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WLKOQ_lXXMo/s400/Untitled.png" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; but no, I don't think you get it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye Fiona.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how many times I asked, you still just ignored,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you just simply chucked it aside anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, I won't ask anymore. This is it. Goodnight world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&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/4160681359761467361-4285198764155011771?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4285198764155011771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4285198764155011771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/greatest-weakness-of-most-humans-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqAOshF984w/TbLsJagkXnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WLKOQ_lXXMo/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1492626389582286767</id><published>2011-04-22T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:31:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;The only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She had made a mistake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;She pushed him away when he needed her the most, replaced him with someone who&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;come close. Now she’s got to live with the fact that there&amp;nbsp;ain't&amp;nbsp;no way he’ll ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="color: #494949; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;You dont realize how much you care about someone until they don’t care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;(scheduled for release on 22/04/2011 0130)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1492626389582286767?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1492626389582286767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1492626389582286767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/only-words-youll-regret-more-than-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4419972156074479687</id><published>2011-04-21T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:42:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I want someone who I can tell all my secrets to. I want someone who won’t judge me for the mistakes I’ve made and the mistakes I continue to make. I want someone who will understand me. I want someone to hear me out, not just listen. I want someone who says good night to me and prays to God that they’ll get the chance to say good morning. I want someone who will accept me for who I am, despite all my flaws. I just want someone who loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;The number one reason why people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go, instead of how far they have gotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Look, I know this sucks for you and I want to be there for you, I REALLY DO, but I can’t do this anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I can’t keep being your second choice - not when you’re my first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The worse thing is caring about someone, wondering how they are and what they’re up to when the truth is&amp;nbsp;they've&amp;nbsp;STOPPED wondering about you a long time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They say you can’t live without love. Yeah, well oxygen’s more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="font-size: 33px; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="display: inline !important; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="display: inline !important; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My plan is to forgive and forget. Forgive myself for being so stupid, and forget you ever existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don’t settle for the guy who’s going to wait on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait for the one who pushes your buttons and makes you mad on a daily basis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who would still come to your door and make the most awesome porridge in the world that it reminds you of your granny, and makes you feel loved like how your granny did and more. Who would not just fork out stupid amounts of money for some silly diamond or watch that you've been ranting about, but also makes and creates the bouquet of flowers by hand that he gives you on the randomest of days, and on birthdays. One who remembers things you've said a million days ago and still remember them and act on them, and beg his friends to get some sleepy kitty book from the US.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love isn’t supposed to be easy; it’s supposed to be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;I’ve realized one thing about life; you can never escape pain. but at least you can choose between two kinds of pain: the pain of commitment or the pain of regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Love is the best feeling you could ever have. It may hurt sometimes, but you can’t deny that it’s the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="font-size: 25px; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;scheduled 04="" 10="" 21="" 2330h="" for="" on="" release=""&gt;&lt;/scheduled&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;(scheduled for release on 21/04/2011 2330)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4419972156074479687?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4419972156074479687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4419972156074479687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-someone-who-i-can-tell-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5405269807220180145</id><published>2011-04-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:01:53.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don’t think waiting for someone is silly. When you’ve found your once in a lifetime, any time is worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5405269807220180145?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5405269807220180145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5405269807220180145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-think-waiting-for-someone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2571618987550658021</id><published>2011-04-10T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:44:49.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;"&gt;One day he’s going to get over you and on that day, you’re going to realize you love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need someone to prove to me that I’m worth it, really worth it to them. Maybe all I need is a person who can show me that everyone is not the same. Honestly, I thought you were that person, but I was wrong. Is it too much to ask for someone to take a risk on me, to fight for me, to actually care enough to not let something go; the way I did for you? You never even thanked me. I acted the way I did because I cared. I didn’t realize it then, but I do now. I don’t do that for just anyone. So, call me crazy, but today…today I realized that I can’t keep waiting for you. I’m moving on, I can’t stay in one place waiting. I can’t be around you anymore. I’m not over it, I don’t get over things fast, I never have, no matter how much I try and convince myself. I’ll see you around sometime. I keep thinking maybe somehow, something will click &amp;amp; everything will go back to the way it was in the beginning. Maybe we could go back to that, but too much has been said and done. So, maybe you’ll get one more chance from me, maybe you won’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2571618987550658021?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2571618987550658021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2571618987550658021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-day-hes-going-to-get-over-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5277446932192477462</id><published>2011-04-10T02:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:45:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d8c7df; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9d2e9; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote long" style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;Fiona, you may ask yourself why am I still doing all these sweet things to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's my answer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d8c7df; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes you just want to put other people’s happiness before yours because you love them, because they deserve it. Sometimes you want to go out of your way for other people just because you know that it’s important that they get a chance to smile once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5277446932192477462?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5277446932192477462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5277446932192477462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-you-just-want-to-put-other.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4509340294562764036</id><published>2011-04-09T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:30:25.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So, we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4509340294562764036?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4509340294562764036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4509340294562764036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-end-of-day-when-it-comes-down-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3102077630268004038</id><published>2011-04-08T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:35:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you, when something really good happens, you’re the first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understood. Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don’t know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U0V55D0Kgi4/TZ6CecaGY_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/D2UvVn8kXTY/s1600/tumblr_lj6smct6eq1qzal4bo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U0V55D0Kgi4/TZ6CecaGY_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/D2UvVn8kXTY/s320/tumblr_lj6smct6eq1qzal4bo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-3102077630268004038?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3102077630268004038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3102077630268004038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you-when-something-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U0V55D0Kgi4/TZ6CecaGY_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/D2UvVn8kXTY/s72-c/tumblr_lj6smct6eq1qzal4bo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5512246666870596998</id><published>2011-04-06T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:54:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;How can I forget her when she’s always on my mind?&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;How can I not want her when she’s all I want inside?&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I can’t see us apart?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px;" /&gt;How can I stop loving her when she controls my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5512246666870596998?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5512246666870596998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5512246666870596998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-i-forget-him-when-hes-always-on.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1551622100358327791</id><published>2011-04-06T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:57:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 25px;"&gt;Goodbye is the hardest thing to say to someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;who means the world to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 25px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-size: 25px;"&gt;especially when goodbye isn’t what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1551622100358327791?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1551622100358327791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1551622100358327791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-is-hardest-thing-to-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-17486279407904744</id><published>2011-04-06T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:49:11.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sometimes you never realize how much you care about someone until they stop caring about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-17486279407904744?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/17486279407904744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/17486279407904744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-you-never-realize-how-much_06.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5167863799387211896</id><published>2011-04-06T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:47:37.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s not like I intended on this.. falling for you again. It’s not like I want it. All you do is break me, but when I see you, it’s like I forget all that. I forget about the heart you’ve shattered so many times and forget all of the pain I went through.. just for the chance of you holding me again. I miss you. I don’t know exactly why I do, but I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;So much......my heart bleeds&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/4160681359761467361-5167863799387211896?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5167863799387211896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5167863799387211896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-like-i-intended-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1809806007474869242</id><published>2011-04-06T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:46:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df;"&gt;You wanna know what the truth is? I still love you and I probably will love you for a very long time. But I can’t just be your buddy, because as much as I enjoy the concept of being “just friends” in reality it’s a bizarre form of torture and I’m just not willing to participate in it. So right now what I wanna do is just move on and get over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;and the only way for me to do that is to not be around you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1809806007474869242?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1809806007474869242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1809806007474869242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-wanna-know-what-truth-is-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7115841911396411165</id><published>2011-04-06T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:43:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;Sometimes you never realize how much you care about someone until they stop caring about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7115841911396411165?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7115841911396411165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7115841911396411165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-you-never-realize-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4471116661883409849</id><published>2011-04-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:39:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;Forgiveness is important, everyone deserves a second chance. And a third. And a fourth. Chances to make things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;It’s a human fault - that one wrong can erase all the rights we’ve done, but one right can’t fix anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;I'm trying my absolute best, don't you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please tell me I'm not waiting for nothing....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4471116661883409849?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4471116661883409849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4471116661883409849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/forgiveness-is-important-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6075869334857938658</id><published>2011-04-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:36:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 34px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;I wanna be brave and stop thinking about things that make me sad. It would be a nice change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 34px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You might think I’m bulletproof, but I’m not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 25px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;It’s scary - how you can mean the world to somebody one day, and nothing the next. As if the days leading up to this don’t count for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please keep me in your prayers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d8c7df; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm barely breathing now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6075869334857938658?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6075869334857938658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6075869334857938658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-be-brave-and-stop-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-481128767421467741</id><published>2011-04-06T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:24:53.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You want what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oblivious to the hurting souls around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After getting your deemed entitlement, no words of appreciation. Just sarcasm, then again, one of your many tools of destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here I am, painful to the max, trying my utmost best to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But thanks, again, this time from the&amp;nbsp;improbable&amp;nbsp;opposite side of the dialogue, for you just gave me another way to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate the fact that I actually loved you so much, gave so much and cared for you so much, but only to receive none from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't keep doing this, or else I'm really going to start hating you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-481128767421467741?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/481128767421467741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/481128767421467741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-want-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5418552222917916567</id><published>2011-04-05T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:46:18.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUBcC1ftkU/TZqQOF-zm8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wYcBxs1Dxz0/s1600/tumblr_lj0fie8n211qzal4bo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="76" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUBcC1ftkU/TZqQOF-zm8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wYcBxs1Dxz0/s320/tumblr_lj0fie8n211qzal4bo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5418552222917916567?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5418552222917916567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5418552222917916567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUBcC1ftkU/TZqQOF-zm8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wYcBxs1Dxz0/s72-c/tumblr_lj0fie8n211qzal4bo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4505569243738681392</id><published>2011-04-05T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:43:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;When your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. Because you are, and that pain you feel..that’s life. The confusion and fear, that’s there to remind that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4505569243738681392?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4505569243738681392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4505569243738681392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-your-heart-breaks-you-gotta-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5924157785131504435</id><published>2011-04-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:25:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS GONNA SUCK ANYWAY YOU LOOK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the journey's gonna be much more worth it when you find that someone worth going through this hell with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person has been found, and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Now here I am picking up the pieces, I will get better, a step at a time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You could just detach yourself out of my life so quickly, so don't expect me to come running towards you with open arms the next time we meet. You get pissed easily, your patience is non-existent, and you make the relationship seem so quarrel-burden as if it was my fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You're out of my life, permanently. I realised that you say you loved me the most. Don't bull.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You can actually let go f me, shows me only how much I mean to you. I pity all your previous bfs. If I received this little, I can only imagine how much lesser you gave the others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Much less when you dont even respect your body worthy of your purity. I pray that God will take care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;For you cant even be a friend to me, and you expect me to be okay when I clearly am not. Friends dont rush each other to be okay. I cant. With you around I cant. Knowing that all these while, while you were saying 'I love yous', you were lying right in my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Consider my love for you all a lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A crap load of wasted time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Shoots. 100th post and it cant even be a happy post at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life WILL GET BETTER. Just WITHOUT YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5924157785131504435?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5924157785131504435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5924157785131504435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/100th-post-life-is-gonna-suck-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2012751596269185542</id><published>2011-04-04T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:53:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are some things said that although it requires no explanation, but I just do it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That how I am, thats who I am, thats why I am who I am, Im a sucker for being nice, but the world just thinks I'm a jerk anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You said, " When the world abandons you, I won't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What about now? Not even a single call, not even a mite of a ring on my phone, but only a sms expressing your disgusts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why I said 'I GIVE UP' (previous posts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I never gave up on you, but you’re slowly pushing me in that direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have given you my everything, but you simply treat it now as if it was 'not worth a thing'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know what’s the most terrifying thing about admitting that you’re in love? You’re just naked. you put yourself in harm’s way and you lay down all your defenses. No clothes, no weapons, nowhere to hide, completely vulnerable. The only thing that makes it tolerable is to believe the other person loves you back and you can trust her not to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My heart is broken, only your love can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And no one’s words were strong enough to fix what happened here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont get why you have to keep saying about our past quarrels and issues. Conflicts are acommon in any relationship, more so when we are both headstrong, but no, you had to add in emo, pissiness and angst into it as though it was there in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s not supposed to be perfect, and no one is supposed to understand it. It’s meant to be chaotic, and it’s meant to make you cringe. If you haven’t cried in a while, or felt like shit in even longer, then you’re most likely doing something wrong. This isn’t here for constant perfection, or some cliché happy ending. It’s here to be real, and to keep your heart beating, and to keep you wanting more. There is supposed to be a bright light of hope in your heart, and a black hole of the unknown in your mind. None of this makes sense, but it’s all worth it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I ever needed to know was if whatever we had was real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I needed to know that I me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ant something, anything to you. But what I got was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it’s funny the things you realize when someone walks away. At first, you feel as though it’s your fault. Feeling like nothing, so close to falling apart. And then, in time, you come to the realization that you did nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then if it was real, then how could you just leave me here dying like this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hate is just a word for someone you love, but don’t believe in anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes you just need to distance yourself from people. If they care, they’ll notice. If they don’t you know where you stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Honestly, you dont anymore, so dont give me this crap that you wanna be my friend. I'm standing here alone, my heart is dying itself away. And dont even begin to think you did notice, for it was until I could not take it anymore, then did I actually say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We were together for over a year, but no. You didn't even see that I was really hurting, you just saw me hurting because of this relationship, but my life as a whole is crumbling down, and you just had to leave me. Here I am hurting, but then again, you simply dont give a shit anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I was just saying angry words, but no, I really want to end my life, its too painful. I hate my life now, so get as far away as you can then, which, you already have anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont console yourself that you did, cuz you didnt, and go get all pissy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2012751596269185542?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2012751596269185542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2012751596269185542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-are-some-things-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7618311307739448541</id><published>2011-04-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:24:41.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Get Out Of My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant keep living my life expecting anything less than us being being together, only to get my heart broken all over again and again and again and again in my mind over a thousand times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose to just BREAK UP like that.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate that word now. Now more than ever I actually needed you, but no.&lt;br /&gt;You had to push yourself out of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dont even know why I said fine when absolutely nothing is fine at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7618311307739448541?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7618311307739448541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7618311307739448541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-get-out-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-590452987248772892</id><published>2011-04-03T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:18:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRKSOME ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dont know, I really cant be bothered anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, I have never, and I say NEVER with caps, N-E-V-E-R given up on pple before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Perhaps thats the reason why I have been so inclined to the education industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The point is I have not been so point blank mind fucked to the extent that I would just totally ignore the livid fact of whether you are dead or alive anymore. Called it turning a complete blind eye, call it senselessness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I simply cannot take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You asked me sincerely to go to this wedding, sure, I have and I turned up. You said no so many times to not meet up first but called me up later to change your effing mind. Reached already all you can do is just fret whether youre gonna be late, and get all worried up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Got you food, dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Got you your peddington bear to surprise you, dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Got you your shoes and bag and all like a slave, dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Paid for the cab fare and got into an accident, dont care, still walk as fast as a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Got you your plaster the MOMENT you asked for one, dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Got you water THE MOMENT you asked, dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Helped out with you in ushering, dont care, tried to get me off as much as you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SMS-ed you to ask you to come at least sit with me, DONT FUCKING CARE AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;instead I sat all the way at the very corner of the wedding ceremony when I could have sat all the way at the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I BLOODY TOLD AND INDICATED SO MANY TIMES THAT I WANTED TO SIT WITH YOU. YOU JUST DIDNT BOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;YOU MAY ASK, WHY THE FUCK GET SO AGITATED??? YOU DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG WAD, RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;YES, YOURE DAMN RIGHT, YOU DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG ANYTHING AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's all me. Its all about what I have done voluntarily. I asked myself to do all these. FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WHY? YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WHY DOES THIS MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna be there to hold your hand when Josh and May are sharing their vows, for one day it will be ours too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna be sitting next to you and being close to you, for ONLY in such ceremonies will the feeling of our marriage that will happen one day be so close to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna be singing praise to out Heavenly Father when the whole congregation sings in joy in the newly wed's wedding, and so too will we sing of ours' in our love together in His house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But no, now we're no longer in a relationship, you just had to end it after my birthday and before yours. I get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Instead, All I got, was to sit lonely at the very corner of the the chapel and seeing everything through the fucking screen, not being able to be close to you when Im so desperate to even see your face, I'm blocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps thats how its supposed to be. Im that stupid at love. To be so damn willing to sacrifice so much, only to be dumped in the end. To only qualify as a FRIEND. Such ambiguousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Define 'FRIEND'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR SACRIFICES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR INVESTING IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR CARING AND CONCERNING IN ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU NEEDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;now i no longer need anything from you anymore.&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/4160681359761467361-590452987248772892?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/590452987248772892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/590452987248772892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/04/irksome-me-i-dont-know-i-really-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5472736440393994094</id><published>2011-03-30T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:04:29.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please give me the strength. Oh God just please come to my rescue. Father I really dont know how long I can hold out the nights. The day can be so excruciatingly tiring and so tough, I really cannot see the light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O Father in Your great and mighty being, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I pray you’ll be our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And watch us where we go&lt;br /&gt;And help us to be wise&lt;br /&gt;In times when we don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;As we go our way&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we’ll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we’ll find your light&lt;br /&gt;And hold it in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;When stars go out each night&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fill our day&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we’ll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;br /&gt;And watch us from above&lt;br /&gt;We hope that our souls will find&lt;br /&gt;each other one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Just like every child&lt;br /&gt;Needs to find a place,&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we’ll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Father I love her so much but You said its not time, not now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really dont know when it will be, and I dont know when I will be feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really cant carry on like this. Father take me in Your tender arms, Father guide me in Your great wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I cant see another couple, I cant see people falling in love when I will just simply tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teaching today was painful. It was tiring, excruciatingly tiring, and the pain literally pierces my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Father in Heaven please take care of Fiona. When I'm in this pain I can only wonder how much is she going through right now. You know my heart, You know that I really still love her alot. So much I am willing to just give my heart out for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Father I pray that we will really one day be together. I really cannot fathom myself with anybody but her. I really only love her, but God, I now place you as  my heart's throne. I put you first; We choose to put you first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really really cant stand this pain in my heart anymore. Im exhausted, my mother is in pain, and my heart is laden heavy, my mind is burdened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Father I love you, Father I love Fiona too, but Father please take care of Fiona now. She loves you and is a woman after Your heart. Bless her mightily in your Grace and wrap her in your mercy in all of her days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I sincerely pray that when the day is right we will end up standing at the altar exchanging vows before Your holiness. Father I love You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In all these I pray, in Jesus highest and holy name I pray, Amen.&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/4160681359761467361-5472736440393994094?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5472736440393994094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5472736440393994094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-father-please-give-me-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-881720178859810199</id><published>2011-03-28T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:50:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-881720178859810199?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/881720178859810199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/881720178859810199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6038003211192212649</id><published>2011-03-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:01:15.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Break up&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because you cant stand it and therefore I can anymore than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're hard pressed and not me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're stressed and I'm supposed to be devoid of it all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can just let go of this so easily, well, then again, you've done that more than 5 times to other guys already, to which all just simply ended sour anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have changed and so I have not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've your own validated sacrifices, but what about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I devoted so much time in 2010 into you that most of my friends have left and here I am standing, and faced with two most damning words in the English dictionary; BREAK UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This words never fail to drive me crazy, and you yourself know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said that I broke my promises, became insulting and hurtful, but was I even wrong to have merely reacted to your spiteful words and actions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You weren't even in a rush, but yet wanted me to get you a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I paid for it without saying anything, and you took it as if it was meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with only $70 left in my bank account, and I already spent on something we dont even need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you wanted to arrange the stuff by yourself, fine. And after you hit the dead end, you still kept stubborn as to whether I should step in or not, not knowing that if we didnt hurry, the shop has to close and we're running out of time; bearing in mind you had to get your pads and still be in bed before 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you treated me and spoke to me was so unloving to begin with, but yet I absorbed everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You simply did not know what was troubling me, why I was hurt and why I just went and run 10km out of the blue. Not a single question asked, not a bout of concern at all. All you were tuned into was your work, your portfolio and upcoming camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times you wanted to walk slowly, after a marathon and training, who held in to your hand and walked as slowly as possible without complains? Who willingly took your bag and carried it as though it was nothing despite stares from all around wondering why a big guy like me carries such a bag for a girl. Who went the distance and collected the contacts for you without even complaining? Who cooked porridge when you were sick? Who volunteered to cook when you wanted vegetarian? Who never turns you down when you wanted cereal or salted egg prawns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who willingly listens to every bout of complain regarding Darren, Pan, Viv, Vanessa, CCI, mum, Fariz, etc etc, only to receive your flare ups when I needed to have a listening ear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, you have more friends and have more listening ears, but so easily forgotten it is when all my listening ears have been put into you, with that, time, energy, money and effort, but that means when I have problems, who listens? You? Last week was scary enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suicides, going crazy, condescendance, breaking up, cheating and going behind my back, and the list goes on. All these you have promised but yet broken. Esp about breaking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since these words appear to you ever so easily right, then consider all the above a thorough failed investment. Only you have the right to feel heartbroken and I do not. Only you can receive adversities no other one can withstand, as if I have not received worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, only you can feel a certain way but your mental blind-spot denies you from seeing the hurt that you have deeply caused others to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand mortified. I stand here torn. Reply if you wish otherwise, else consider this my resignation letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6038003211192212649?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6038003211192212649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6038003211192212649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/03/break-up-just-because-you-cant-stand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7039305450485090680</id><published>2011-02-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:13:52.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats the point at the end of the day?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many roses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many cards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many nights spent together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many phonecalls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many sorries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many apologies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much honesty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much understanding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much love, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said im struggling now like hell, I feel like the world's closing in on me, I feel pressurized, scared, and most importantly, alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said that when the whole world abandons me, you wont. So fucking true, NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said that you will try your very best not to add anymore pressure on me, so where does that leave today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might think that Im okay. IM NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not okay and I still not okay from yesterday. But no, no words of concern from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words of solace and comfort from you. Fine you say you dont know how, what about even a simple question amidst all my strife, ARE YOU OKAY TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. all you could do since the morning is fret over the assessment, while I had to comfort you amidst my struggle, congratulate you once you passed, and hear you talk about your plans for tmr and the business, BUT NOTHING, NOTHING ABOUT ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You clearly know im hurting, you clearly know im not out of the woods yet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN FACT, YOU WOULDNT EVEN KNOW I I WAS IN TROUBLE EVEN IF I TOLD YOU I WAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DIDNT EVEN BOTHER ASKING. YOU WANT COMFORT, YOU GOT IT INSTANTLY FROM ME. WHAT ABOUT ME? WHERE DO I GET IT FROM THEN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT HAS BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP BENEFITED ME? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no. It was for you. you wanted whatever, you got it. I YEARNED FOR SOME COMFORT, DID YOU GIVE IT?!?!?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget it. My mum refuses to talk to me so do you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is burdened and my yoke is heavy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hoping all these while that you would help me along this journey, guess the answer is damn fucking clear. Im walking the road alone anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame me and hate me for all you want. You words of hatred that you have previously displayed ever so often are not foreign to me. I hurt and I yearn for love, but from you? I'd rather not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me like and let me suffer in silence then, since from the start you have never help me carry my burdens anyway.What more can I expect now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thoroughly disappointed and disillusioned. I yield and I give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I need, you didnt bother trying to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now You wont hear me asking it from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply dont care anymore whether you read it or not. Whatever it is, im calling you one last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7039305450485090680?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7039305450485090680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7039305450485090680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-point-at-end-of-day-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6084161342302353552</id><published>2011-02-01T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:03:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,&lt;br /&gt;How you felt around me? The memories we shared,&lt;br /&gt;And just remember that once upon a time, you really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about how we're apart, and how much I cried,&lt;br /&gt;But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,&lt;br /&gt;That I told you the honest truth that I loved you to bits,&lt;br /&gt;But now I'd like you to know that my heart broke bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, with so many fears,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love and my true love, that will always be so,&lt;br /&gt;After all of the heartache, sadness and pain, I know,&lt;br /&gt;You and I had something special and that will never change,&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you and loving someone else will always seem strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,&lt;br /&gt;That I had hopes and dreams, that I was the one who threw them away,&lt;br /&gt;And this is something I will always regret until my dying day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6084161342302353552?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6084161342302353552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6084161342302353552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/02/would-you-just-listen-and-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2146987806184803316</id><published>2011-02-01T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T04:59:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Suicide is Man's way of telling God, youre not firing me, I QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;No seriously, this thought came past my mind at least 30 times tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Dont ask me how it did, i really cannot comprehend how too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;you told me that you have lost yourself, and that you forgotten who you are before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Well what about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I was once this guy that you knew, sitting at clarke quay, listening, absorbing, and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I was a great listener, a counsellor, and even a confidante to loads of friends and co workers alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I cant dare say I was greatly loved, but at the very least I wasnt greatly hated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I had lofty dreams, great ways to put words into actions, and knew exactly what to do, where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I had a powerful ability to love whoever came along the road, a love so universal for even one that as you, who felt so condemned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I made you feel like home, like you belonged, and I genuinely cared for you, and loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Now I'm like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;default mode, angry, frustrated, short fused, hot tempered confused and heavily stubborn young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I had a good stare in the mirror for 2 hours just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I asked myself 2 very simple questions that I cannot even solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Why do people want to be his friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Who do you think this person you are looking at is worth admiring/loving as a husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I sincerely cant answer any of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Im lost, and to even make things worse, I dont even know who are my friends right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;At least you have more friends then me, you have more support than me, you have more love around you than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I wasnt like this last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Things were really looking up since last year, 31st of Jan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Then I asked myself, so wad happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;My answer was you. Instantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;The greatest thing that ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;My love for you remained strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;But along came things like roystan, like seit, like sh. like pan, and viv and aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;It wasnt you per se, but I never knew a relationship had to be so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;even before we were even together, already there were so many disapproving voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Already were you buying into everything they were saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;You tell me, how was I not to put put with all thses with a strong front?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;How was I to be softer and accept all the pelting from them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;How was I not to protect myself, even sometimes from you, when you went behind my back and cheated on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;After all these incidences, how could I not grow bitter, angry and short fused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;You asked me these just now, well, here it is. These are the reasons. I've grown battle weary, tired and thoroughly exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Dont think that youre the only one feeling this way, i did tell you right at the very beginning I didnt feel i was ready to be the man for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;But i sped up, and matured as fast as I could, so as to accustom myself to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;So dont you tell me you have tried so hard to be this to be that, becos i too, did all these before hand, and at the background, without you knowing, so as to be the right man for you, when you need me to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I didnt say cos sometimes, love need not be declared, it is the small things, and time- pain staking things that we do in life, that we invest our time in, that makes people feel that they are being loved. Changing bed sheets and washing the toilet isnt done within 10 minutes, but a confession of love does, but does it mean any of these is lesser worth than the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I love you, and i dont care what you are, i dont understand why you said i die die must have you to be more this more that then i'll be happy. Am I that sort of person to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Do I treat you like a possession? I love you for who you are, even within less than 4 months of knowing you, I did all the things for you during your birthday, just for you, just for who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Perhaps it registered wrongly in your head, I just meant that it would be great if you could be less violent, less stubborn and softer, so we need not always have these silly conflicts that we seem to be always having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Broken promises, lying, saying half truths, being afraid and inferior of each other, hidden hatred, all these things werent there in the first place, so why are they here now? Are we not honest enough? Have I not been accepting enough? Have I not swallowed all that had happened before? tell me why have we gotten ourselves into this silly pit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;If you cant say, I'll tell you why. We have been insensitive, self-absorbed, denial-ing, stubborn and provocative towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Both of us are guilty of these. I admit, my words too often have been coming off too string, and sometimes too harsh, but I was a debater, it was habited, but hey, havent I gotten rid of my default mode? hvanet you became more lady like and demure, and softer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;But for some things, some damages have been done, and these things have rolled on into other offences that are most undesirable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Whatever it is, I still have chosen to embrace you for who you are. I told you this before, and have written in my diary to you before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I will love you, forever and always, be it in good times or bad, in sickness or in health, through the days of my life, whether is it the good, the bad or the ugly, never will I forsake you, nor leave you, for I love you the way you are, just the way you are that God had beautifully created you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Im sorry that I've sounded too judgmental at times, but I really dont mean it. I truly am sorry that I've become like this, this angry short fused guy. Perhaps after so many constant fires that I had to fight(some from you), I forgotten who I really am and what I were before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I really meant every word that I said last night when i was lying down next to you, to be a better man for you and to always love and protect you for you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;But in explanation, the reason why I reacted the way I did was because the 31st of Jan was a special day for us, well, at least for me. I wanted to let you know that I'm still the very same guy that you love, back then at the river bank. I wanted to spend the night with you just talking and listening to your every word and grumble you have. Have I told you how much I love listening to you ramble about the things that are on your mind? I really do and i still do okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I was just very disappointed that you just left the place without even wanting to sit there and talk, and we walked past the hardware shop and I had to remind you about that then only did you notice. You didnt even have that sparkle in your eyes like how you always walk past any stadium and cheer on any runner running at the time. I felt extremely sad and demoralized, and I started to doubt even whether do you really love me from the bottom of your heart. I still do, till the very last breath that I take I will always do, but now this is where I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I cant even hear the three words from you, when I needed them the &lt;b&gt;MOST&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;I do commit to returning to my nicer self, my normal self, but you, I still only just have three words to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;Would you return to my arms once again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2146987806184803316?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2146987806184803316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2146987806184803316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/suicide-is-mans-way-of-telling-god.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8777765404113668090</id><published>2011-02-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:24:17.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then Im sorry then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sorry for being a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You had to let people know that Im such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That Im such a lousy boyfriend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My flaws had to be clawed out wide in the open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im just simply going through a tough patch of my life right now, with all that has been happening right now, and all I ever needed was a friend, or even just a shoulder lean on, and you said so yourself, that "when the world abandons, you will not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You had your weaker days, and now Im facing them. Cant I have my fair share of down days too? You think I want them? I dont. But who am I to decide when shit flies into my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im feeling low down today, like super low down, so down that actually my heart actually literally physically hurts. I dont know why but I still picked myself up and met you still, since you wanted to go Chinatown and Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nevermind you brought another friend along, but you didnt give two hoots about the spots where it meant alot to my heart, and you just didnt care much even about taking photos with me. Perhaps you arent loving me that much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You didnt even bother holding my hand throughout today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You let go so fast, you walked so far ahead, and you didnt even ask if my wound was still hurting or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I stood in the rain waiting, crying, but all you did was to feel angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perhaps I am sensitive, too sensitive even, but, werent you too like this at the very beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Didnt I swallow that and accepted that and loved you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You said that I left, yes true enough, I seriously left. I left and you simply will never know what or why that caused me to leave. Recall hard enough and you might find the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forget about the times when you were down and out, and I fought for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;was there for you, cooked for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;listened to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;swallowed everything you poured out and hid my tears and accepted them and still loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forget about the time when you needed comforting and I was there right away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forget about your weak days and I was there supporting you, and did your every bidding whenever you wanted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forget about those days then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As surely as people always forget history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so too, were mine in your memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Perhaps like you said, when you lose interest in someone, you start falling apart from that person. I dont know whether this is true, but I feel this way now. &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/4160681359761467361-8777765404113668090?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8777765404113668090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8777765404113668090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5204839562270368438</id><published>2010-11-25T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:25:55.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pains me to hear you say all these&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it hurts just by hearing you say all these hurtful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it pierces me right through the heart knowing that you say those things out of anger and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you just had to calm down and think for a little while and everything should come into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;why i had to do the things i did, the choices that I had to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if only you could see the part of me that fears, that trembles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It hurts enough knowing that sometimes i cannot be who I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It pains even more seeing you being insensitive and cryolic about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;your words were so cold, so stern, so demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you had your days when you were vulnerable and weak, and was just purely in defensive mode for fear that the world might devour you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, today was one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I asked merely of your patience and kindness and a lil love that there is to spare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and all you could give was reasons of your ulcer, your busyness, your fatigue, your stress and studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You wanted me to promote your products for you and I did so in full fervor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spent so much time online just sourcing the products for you so that you could earn more and have an easier time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The only reply at the end of the day was that I was poking my nose into it too much and I had no right in trying to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im crying so hard on the phone and while typing this, but you just wont see it and even if you did, you dont care much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You promised that you will learn to cherish me more and be more understanding and patient with me, as did I, when on those days when you were sick, I brewed the porridge of love and slowly and painstakingly cooked it and brought it to your place, just so that you will not starve, knowing full well that you could not move around to make your own food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please know that I, too am a human being, with emotions running as deep as anyone could possibly be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need love, care and concern just like anyone whom needs them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have allowed you to become such a big part of my life so much so that you have officially taken over 95% of my time and thoughts in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You said that you are torn apart between your friends and me. If you didnt make it clear to them initially that all matters pertaining to me are off limits, would you still be receiving so much flak regarding this. They say that great minds are oft belittled by many who fear, envy and anger those who do. If you chose to shut your mind out to those comments, would you still be receiving so much bad comments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll tell you what I did. All matters pertaining to you were strictly off-limits to friends, family and even church people. Because I love you so much that I cannot stand people I love belittling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never wanted to be torn in between like how you have found yourself trapped in. I made it clear, I made my own stand very early. I'm the one who is attached to you, not my mother, my friends nor my fellow believers, so why should I regard their opinions above those of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You allowed the amounts of comments and the numerous opinions of others to stand in your way towards me;and I stand at the end of the line only to hear their rants through your mouth. THROUGH YOUR VERY MOUTH. I dont care if they are the ones who say it in my face, for they dont matter as much as you. But to hear their opinions being spoken by you, and even endorsed by you its truely a magnificent stab to the very heart that beats for you. Shouldn't you have put a shut ear to those haters? Should you have not picked up these comments and remembered them, will you still have to face them later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People like Aaron, Vivienne, Victor Pan, Victor Seit, and so many more, why are their comments about me more important than your thoughts of me? Why should their thoughts influence and me above your thoughts of me? Should not your views of me be more important than their's? Why should you accept their way of thinking and not your own, and allow them to think on behalf of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now you are caught right in the middle of the maze that you have drawn for yourself, and you hate me for everything. Why? Why do I have to be the one that receives the hatred and anger when all you had to do in the very beginning was to restrict their opinions and say, "I respect what you have to say Mr XXX, but I would love you to have your own opinions to yourself, for by hearing what you might otherwise be thinking as intelligent may have very detrimental effects on the relationship that I am having with Isaac. For I would be consistently be second-guessing myself and your words might seed doubts that are extremely unfounded in the very first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are the words I have said 28 times to the number of disapproving individuals. I do not have to face them and their unbelieving eyes, for they know i know myself better than they know me, and so too applies for you, why not? You have always said that you know yourself well above others what, so why do you allow others to be in the driving seat in such crucial matters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you and thats all that I pretty much know now. You cant see it but that is exactly what that is hurting me like mad now. You in turn said you decided to love life and abandon me, when precisely 10 months ago you said the phrase when the whole world abandons you, you never will. Today marks the tenth month of you saying this and this is how you wish to mark the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your words and coldness pierces right through and you have completely no idea how much this kills me now. I yearned only to have a confidante in you much it seems that nothing is left that is worthy in your eyes to you now. I have officially become a naught to you and nothing that you wish to hold on to. Those are the cold words you have left for me. While I stand here waiting, your heart has flung far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Waking up to you have never been so real, but those are perhaps, history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You chose to be antagonistic and rain your terror on me when all I wanted from you today was a tiny bit of your love available. Since you could not even give it then I have nothing to hope for anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today was the day that I have mustered the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend, as you can see from today's morning gestures, but I never expected things to have turned out this sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I wanted to let you know, while I fetch from school, while holding you in my arms, is that everything will be fine, and that while looking at you, into your eyes, will I pop that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But you chose not to pick up my calls, answering them with cold words, not even bothering to reply my smses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have said enough with this post. This is not intended for anyone to read, but if you read it, then so be it. 2010 was supposed to be the year of the tens, not so for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5204839562270368438?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5204839562270368438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5204839562270368438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/pains-me-to-hear-you-say-all-these-it.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2553464681529507026</id><published>2010-11-25T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:31:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to know that everything you have done is greeted only with stoic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just because you need to be goal-oriented, then you just leave me and say that im oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when you needed me to be with you, im always around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now you just abandon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you just dont know how hurtful your words can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you just have no idea how much those words pierced me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i waited by the phone the whole day, waiting wishing that you might want to spend at least 5 mins talking to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i spoke to you in the morning expressing my love and trust i have in you, and how much you meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but the only thing i get in return after going high and low for you is your frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your impatience, your anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you dont see it, you dont feel it, but from the person that is receiving your full blow, i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thanks for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you made me feel so damn interior around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i feel like i have amounted to nothing so far, and this is how you treat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you can just so easily sweep everything with one brush and regard everything as nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING single little thing is regarded as naught when something goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOthing. absolutely nil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perhaps this is how i am supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2553464681529507026?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2553464681529507026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2553464681529507026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2338228773915034607</id><published>2010-11-14T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:44:58.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;henceforth, this blog is thereby declared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2338228773915034607?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2338228773915034607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2338228773915034607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/11/henceforth-this-blog-is-thereby.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8442867156545434423</id><published>2010-08-31T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:03:39.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009397.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac  uses judgment to make decisions. He is ruled by his head, not his heart. He is a  cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see him  as unemotional. He does have emotions but has no need to express them. He is  withdrawn into himself and enjoys being alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The circumstances when Isaac does express emotions include: extreme anger,  extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets him mad enough to tell  him off, he will not be sorry about it later. He puts a mark in his mind when  someone angers him. He keeps track of these marks and when he hits that last  mark he will let them know they have gone too far. He is ruled somewhat by  self-interest. All his conclusions are made without outside emotional influence.  He is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a  situation where other people might get hysterical, he has poise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isaac will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. He  would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, he will  show his love by the things he does rather than by the things he says. Saying "I  love you" is not a needed routine because he feels his mate should already know.  The only exception to this is if he has logically concluded that it is best for  his mate to hear him express his love verbally.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isaac is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to  him, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a  standpoint of his sound judgment. He will not be taken in by an emotional story  about someone else. He will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and he  will always ask "Is this best for me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" /&gt; People  that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in  their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Isaac doesn't  write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and  interact with others. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q23_1094009506.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac  will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity.  Isaac believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them.  He has a lot of pride.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009763.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac  is talkative. He enjoys talking and socializing. He may talk when there is  absolutely nothing important to say. He enjoys speaking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q20_1094009105.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac  can be defiant. He sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn't like it  the way he is doing it, then they can just "go to hell!" This trait may reveal  itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which he  thinks are infringing upon his freedom of action.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" /&gt; In  reference to Isaac's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating  mind. He investigates projects rapidly because he is curious about many things.  He gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but he soon  must slow down and look at all the angles. He probably gets too many things  going at once. When Isaac slows down, then he becomes more creative than before.  Since it takes time to be creative, he must slow down to do it. He then decides  what projects he has time to finish. Thus he finishes at a slower pace than when  he started the project.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind.  The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the  investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster.  Isaac can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can  be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more  logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010189.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac's  true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Isaac that he wasn't a  great and beautiful person, and he believed them. Isaac also has a fear that he  might fail if he takes large risks. Therefore he resists setting his goals too  high, risking failure. He doesn't have the internal confidence that frees him to  take risks and chance failure. Isaac is capable of accomplishing much more than  he is presently achieving. All this relates to his self-esteem. Isaac's  self-concept is artificially low. Isaac will stay in a bad situation much too  long... why? Because he is afraid that if he makes a change, it might get worse.  It is hard for Isaac to plan too far into the future. He kind of takes things on  a day to day basis. He may tell you his dreams but he is living in today, with a  fear of making a change. No matter how loud he speaks, look at his actions. This  is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and  loving themselves. Isaac is an example of someone living with a low self-image,  because their innate self-confidence was broken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg" /&gt; Isaac  has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. He lets new  people into his circle of friends. He uses his imagination to understand new  ideas, things, and people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011133.jpeg" /&gt; For a  graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward  their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the  inputted data was correct Isaac has left some white space on the left side of  the paper. Isaac fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion moving the  entire writing rightward as he moves down the page. If this is true, then Isaac  has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side  of the page represents the future and Isaac is ready and willing to get started  living now and planning for the future. Isaac is leaving the past behind and  moving on to what he perceives as an exciting and enticing future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8442867156545434423?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8442867156545434423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8442867156545434423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/isaac-uses-judgment-to-make-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2120223349354220036</id><published>2010-08-28T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:03:25.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT HURTS SO BAD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THIS I WILL REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything that has happened happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;my answer is simple.&lt;br /&gt;the time is not yet right, the season has not yet come,&lt;br /&gt;just like eating a green mango, so too will be the sour aftertaste&lt;br /&gt;when we rush in too quickly&lt;br /&gt;when we are too hasty&lt;br /&gt;when neither of us aren't ready&lt;br /&gt;the results might just be damn sour&lt;br /&gt;how sweet would it really be, the promise of a ripened time&lt;br /&gt;when we are fully free to say that either of us are complete&lt;br /&gt;God is good, and His timing is better than ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish to go ahead with your life so be it&lt;br /&gt;i have no right to stop you neither and will I&lt;br /&gt;just know that i am keeping myself for you&lt;br /&gt;and you only&lt;br /&gt;I love you and i love you enough to say no now, rather than you hate me later.&lt;br /&gt;You know the reasons why this cant happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS ME LIKE HELL. If only you know.&lt;br /&gt;youre so cold now.&lt;br /&gt;you whisper, and i shiver inside&lt;br /&gt;when you tear sadness, a little of me dies inside&lt;br /&gt;its just a goodbye, goodbye for now&lt;br /&gt;if you can read this, know that I TRUELY LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;4 5683 968 263 84287 255 4 732559 5669&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2120223349354220036?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2120223349354220036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2120223349354220036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-hurts-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6342711751482683131</id><published>2010-08-02T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:03:18.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has occurred to me that some people see me as one that thinks too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are right.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm the one being too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up without a father was to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Going through NS without a father is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, if one thinks that a I'm affected by a mere uninvite to a stupid gaming session is trivial then the one that thinks this way is trivial. It goes way beyond this, and in fact only after this even did I realise how far we have departed. Some say I did not share my life story with the guys, I beg to differ because:&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NOTHING TO SHARE, AND MY LIFE THIS YEAR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It affetcs me this much stems not from that single event, the way you think I'm simpily affected by this silly lan game issue is embarrasing, and to know that things have changed way beyond whatI previously thought it has. Perhaps its really my fault, I really dont know and now I simply dont care anymore. If it was about me and if you guys think I'm hiding something then so be it. I always thought we will ALWAYS be tgt but ah well, its just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed now&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cuddle up in the corner and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing more I wish to share.&lt;br /&gt;This blog shall be abandoned thereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6342711751482683131?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6342711751482683131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6342711751482683131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-occurred-to-me-that-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5651283217344939787</id><published>2010-08-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:01:51.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;This isn't even about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why get so emotionally affected? The heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for piling on the stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5651283217344939787?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5651283217344939787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5651283217344939787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-isnt-even-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3128978263311784262</id><published>2010-08-01T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:17:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Trust, Trust in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lean not on your own understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and in all, all of your ways, acknowledge Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He'll make your path straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Humans fail, friends betray, brothers turn their backs and ignore, but God you never do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately I've been hit by many sides in this not-so-merry merry-go-round; and my heart is burdened, and my throat is sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I trusted the people correctly, had faith that things will get better, after all that has been said by them. But no. Somehow the train took off without me. Its not the emo mood despite the exams being so near, albeit the temptation to get into it is high, but God I promise I will keep my head held high to look upon you for guidance and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Say that I'm petty, but I always thought I had brothers in church, much more than it seems now, apparently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sad fact: It isn't so. First it starts off with some minor differences, but I always thought we were cool about it. Since we are all made differently but also made in the image of God therefore all's ok. Then distance grew. No longer were there deep honest sharings that sprouts voluntarily. Someone still thought that my apparent surprise about chancing on a fact was sacastic. I was being one, I genuinely was surprised. But what hit me harder was the fact that you didn't share with me, your brother. I thought I am. Now I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the division. You guys decided to call someone else to join in you some fun who lives even further from the vicinity than mine, despite that I'm only 5 stops away. Perhaps I'm no longer the 'IN' crowd and therefore I'm left out. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really dunno. I'm saddened and I'm quite utterly disappointed. Today I couldn't hide it anymore. Sadly, I really really hate to say this, and it hurts my heart to say this, but somehow, my heart has grown bitter against you guys. I really loved being called into brotherhood in Christ with you all, but I suppose to you its a distant memory already. I really miss being with you guys, as in REALLY in the midst of fellowship and knowing that God was in the middle of all our conversations and actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silly really, that I'm actually tearing quite hard as I'm typing this post. It somehow just suddenly dawned upon me that wow, we really became far apart. Maybe I'm the one who is pulling away. I don't know. Nobody said anything anyway. Baargh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you Gareth, I miss you Rui Xiang I miss you Hong Jing, I miss you James, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really really MISS US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I REALLY DON'T FREAKING CARE IF THIS SOUNDS GAY FOR ALL I CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those who don't know please shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I now a Past Tense to you already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-3128978263311784262?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3128978263311784262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3128978263311784262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust-trust-in-lord-lean-not-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5525737402794218558</id><published>2010-07-28T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:10:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Care, but I can't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to protect, but I'm over-protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do the entire diabolical opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T CARE AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS NONE OF MY DAMN BUSINESS ANYMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5525737402794218558?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5525737402794218558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5525737402794218558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-care-but-i-cant-really-care-i-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2582416703299705444</id><published>2010-07-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:35:09.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You won't know,&lt;br /&gt;simply cos you didnt bother to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;WHY WE SUCK AT COMMUNICATION,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;thus explaining a high divorce rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't assume that people are feeling in a certain way just because people do certain things that seem to suggest something, that might not be even what you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talk, communicate, ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;ponder, wonder, guess and assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You want a closer walk? Try stepping up and letting people know that you care, that you approach others and ask genuinely how have life been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;just telling others how you feel and what you are going through. Though its imperative that we know what you feel, it isn't communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen, hear, try to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;preach, yonder and advice. The world needs not another preacher nor a self-help book. We simply need ears. Provide them, understand the problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thats all we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thats all I need.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't even give that, then lets not go further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2582416703299705444?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2582416703299705444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2582416703299705444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-wont-know-simply-cos-you-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-9007495616802749758</id><published>2010-07-18T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:44:44.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MV HD ENG | G.Na (지나) ft. Jun Hyung - 꺼져 줄게 잘 살아「K-Pop July 2010」</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qbQBlfqiO64/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbQBlfqiO64&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbQBlfqiO64&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll back off so you can live&lt;br /&gt;Say it directly&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Say it looking into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did you just say you wanted to break up?&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to end it with me?&lt;br /&gt;(I know) You probably got a lady&lt;br /&gt;(I know) You probably got sick of me&lt;br /&gt;even though the tears are rushing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll back off so you can live&lt;br /&gt;That is all i can say&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget you so you can live better&lt;br /&gt;I'll back of so you can live&lt;br /&gt;So that you will be happy without me&lt;br /&gt;The Love you tossed away&lt;br /&gt;You can take it&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave even a trace behind and take it all&lt;br /&gt;Don't even say you are sorry&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry My Sweety&lt;br /&gt;Your lips that told me that you were going to leave&lt;br /&gt;Why does it give me a reason to be angry today?&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop you&lt;br /&gt;The words don't go out&lt;br /&gt;And you are already moving far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know) You will forget me&lt;br /&gt;(I know) I will really hate you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll back off so you can live&lt;br /&gt;That is all i can say&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget you so you can live better&lt;br /&gt;I'll back of so you can live&lt;br /&gt;So that you will be happy without me&lt;br /&gt;The Love you tossed away&lt;br /&gt;You can take it&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave even a trace behind and take it all&lt;br /&gt;Don't even say you are sorry&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) The reason i lived&lt;br /&gt;(You) You were all i wanted&lt;br /&gt;You~&lt;br /&gt;It was me who only looked at you&lt;br /&gt;(Why) Why are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;(Why) Why are you tossing me away?&lt;br /&gt;If you were going to be like this&lt;br /&gt;Why did you love me in the first&lt;br /&gt;place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you happen to remember that day?&lt;br /&gt;That day when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it&lt;br /&gt;The promise you made to me&lt;br /&gt;That you will only care for me&lt;br /&gt;That you will only protect me&lt;br /&gt;That you will only love me&lt;br /&gt;I believed your lies&lt;br /&gt;I believed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Did you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;No No No No&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget so you can live better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-9007495616802749758?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/9007495616802749758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/9007495616802749758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/mv-hd-eng-gna-ft-jun-hyung-k-pop-july.html' title='MV HD ENG | G.Na (지나) ft. Jun Hyung - 꺼져 줄게 잘 살아「K-Pop July 2010」'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-885077831782531315</id><published>2010-07-18T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:06:36.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry isn't the hardest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Infact, its the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Sorry is just a word. Its cheap and it can be used continuously&lt;br /&gt;Its a powerful word, sometimes too often misused and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is an understatement, an uniquivocal expression of how one feels remorse over a subject.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry heals wounds, but solidifies scars.&lt;br /&gt;Brings temporal peace, but doesn't end wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is just a word. What's comes next is the true answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-885077831782531315?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/885077831782531315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/885077831782531315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-isnt-hardest-word-infact-its.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2602322411271906655</id><published>2010-07-17T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:40:53.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Rules</title><content type='html'>Girls, Learn them by hard, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We always hear “THE RULES” From the female side….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered “1 ” ON PURPOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Men are NOT mind readers. (FIRST &amp;amp; FOREMOST RULE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday sports, It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Crying is blackmail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ask for what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you think you’re fat, you probably are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don’t ask us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you already know best how to do it , just do it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have NO idea what mauve is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If it itches, it WILL be scratched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Soccer or Rugby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You have enough clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You have too many shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am in shape. ROUND IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for reading this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2602322411271906655?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2602322411271906655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2602322411271906655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-rules.html' title='The Man Rules'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7815670552791821465</id><published>2010-07-15T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:06:53.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so HEARTLESS?</title><content type='html'>Never has this equation been more unequalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been put in and sacrificed. So liitle understood.&lt;br /&gt;She mistook goodwill and respect for neglect and selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;So much effort put in for so little comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in a relationship, love for the individual isnt everything.&lt;br /&gt;It MUST be coupled with patience, kindness, trust, communication, understanding, emotional maturity and love.&lt;br /&gt;All these I can say with confidence I have given my my heart, but how much of these have you shown?&lt;br /&gt;And you say boldly that you are ready. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally drained, fatigued, disheartened and utterly disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7815670552791821465?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7815670552791821465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7815670552791821465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How could you be so HEARTLESS?'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3747564343252327848</id><published>2010-07-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:54:50.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kryptology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have always been hated Lex Luthor for being evil, being power hungry and the diabolical opposite of Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I've always wondered, after looking at Lex's history, he's actually not that bad to begin with!! He was best friends with Clark, abandoned his campaigns against finding out who Clark was, and ultimately made the sacrifice by saving Clark while risking both their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Clark chose not to trust him, after the n number of times Lex bailed him out, and supported (quite substantially) financial support that Clark's family needed so badly at times. So in the face of denial from Clark of his true self and distrust, Lex decided to embark on his own journey to find his own fulfillment in his life, which at times can be selfish, but then, how often do paths collide between individulas, who want the same goal and there is only so much to go around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the rest is just history. Between the proposed good and evil. But then again, who defines Lex as evil? In fact, I for one think Lex is the hero here, in the early stages of his relationship with the to-be-Superman. If Lex knew more about Clark, he could not only devote all his resources to help Clark, he might even help Clark save the world. But no, history will always be kinder to those who win, and in this case, survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Smallville after 9 seasons spanning all these years taught me that beyond the good that some say/show some are, therein always lies a bigger truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for one, believe Lex Luthor is good, even for as long as we knew, his nature has always been torn between the innocent good and evil, it was ultimately Clark's betrayal and mistrust that brought Lex to choose the darker, more vehemont side of his character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to Lex Luthor; a toast for how much greater you would've been if given the right circumstance and situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493744006984393554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/TD2zETc8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kqApWfA2rd0/s400/Lex%2520Luthor%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just for this, GREEN KRYTONITE FTW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-3747564343252327848?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3747564343252327848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3747564343252327848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/kryptology.html' title='Kryptology'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/TD2zETc8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kqApWfA2rd0/s72-c/Lex%2520Luthor%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6584877278689742104</id><published>2010-07-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:07:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh ugh ugh UGHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>It's so damn frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supppose everything that was gained from retreat has been totally gone. I hate to revert back to this impatient self but lately I really havent been spending some important me time when everything's been about Fiona, Fiona and Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I'm so UGH now I feel like im on a rampage or something. Why cant you be more understanding? Why cant you be more accommodating?! Havent I been? Havent I been super accepting for everything that you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so dignent that I have hurt you when you werent the one that was feeling hurt at the first place? Argh call it jealous if you may, but im not that generous to be begin with! I took a HUGE GAMBLE to be with you, to spend time with you, against all odds, instead of spending time on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv, aaron and the whole fucking saga does affect me more than you think. Just that you cant see it, cos you need my calmness more than I do. But have you actually spared a thought for me? How quickly you pushed away and forgot about the porridge and all the things that I have done for you when I simply said something that I felt strongly in my heart? You have your way of accepting people. And I have mine. Why must it always be about you you ans only you? Cant I feel unjustified too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted the things your way, and you did. I tried to teach you as much as I could and you did pick up alotta things. But I think its time you start caring more about the people who truely care about you, instead of just saying it or feeling it. Its no use feeling something and not doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fucking stressed up and I really dont need to worry about some fucker who's gonna be flying some spannar into the works because he feels like it. You simply dont understand WHY? BECAUSE YOU DIDNT FUCKING BOTHER TO ASK.&lt;br /&gt;and if you do have feelings, things like these needn't even be asked. One just knows.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHEN YOU ARE DOWN. I KNOW WHEN SOMETHING'S BOTHERING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME NOW? guess not.&lt;br /&gt;So much for mutuality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6584877278689742104?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6584877278689742104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6584877278689742104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugh-ugh-ugh-ughhh.html' title='Ugh ugh ugh UGHHH!!!'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5380511848764965356</id><published>2010-04-29T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:02:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I know that we are not ready.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend every moment with you but somehow reality just doesnt let it&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when I just sit there with you and know that you are sitting right there with me too :)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give up everything and just fly with you, to do all things that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;But this world just cant allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you spoke of yesterday had untold damages.&lt;br /&gt;You simply tore yourself apart, and at the same time you tore me up with you too.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know how much it disappoints&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know how much my heart wrenched when I saw those words appearing on my screen&lt;br /&gt;You simply just didnt see it cos I didnt let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me whole, but also left me a big hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pain and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5380511848764965356?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5380511848764965356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5380511848764965356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2010/04/argh-i-love-you-but-i-know-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4451262389390020016</id><published>2009-10-25T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:15:23.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Responsibility kills in Army. TRUE STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know if this applies elsewhere but I'm pretty darn sure it does in the ARMY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, if you are like 'too up', other than places like training institutes, you're just gonna be overused, and before ya know it, yeah you got your hands super tied up with work.(and all the crap that comes with work, like politics and stress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets look at two typical scenarios in an everyday life of army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soldierboi Charles Keng VS Soldier MAXIMUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Charles doesn't come to work on time, cant be trusted with much work since he tends to screw up, and he has a nasty attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maximus on the other hand, is competent, hardworking and pretty responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now as like any superior in army, you need to deliver results, and ultimately have a smooth running of events happening around. So in the end MAXIMUS the trustworthy one gets the whole damn bulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is that the events that has been happening lately in my office suddenly donned upon me that actually, responsibilty actually gets you into more trouble! I mean, you get a higher chance to screw up, you tend to have more mistakes along the way, and at the end of the day, your efforts may not be recognised at all because THATS YOUR BLOODY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So crossing myself to the otherside might not be that bad an idea after all. I mean, sure people WILL make noise, and ultimately have a lousy impression, but herein lies the debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a Christian, a creation after the heart of God. He made me in the image of His and by that virtue I should live up to that image. I should emulate what Jesus has done in situations like these. I should be ann example to follow, but......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My rep in office aint a staint, and please, its nowhere near at all. So how far can I actually fall away from the ideal plan when I'm already so far away already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But as I look around me, I see all that I can be, all those times I could have spent just chilling with my friends, but no......I had to spend time worrying about whats gna happen next, wads gna happen to me if I didnt do this and do that, when in the first place, I DIDNT BLOODY SIGN UP FOR THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think Im gonna be like my upper-study, Aik Boon, chillexed, and just plain DUN CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, as much as I try to, my character just disallows that to happen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;URGH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4451262389390020016?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4451262389390020016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4451262389390020016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/10/responsibility-kills-in-army.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7283141532354608147</id><published>2009-10-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:15:55.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Thy Neighbour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Evenings Gentlemens and Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its me agains ats works. Stuck in Office for some OH-SO-IMPORTANT-DUTY. no really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just did fard-legs and gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those who aren't running junkies, its those sprint-jog-sprint-jog regimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those who went through proper army, AKA Pes A/B, its 30-60 la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last time I did those properly was back in ACJ man. TnF days were shaggerdalic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now as I attempt once again to see how powder-ful my legs and lungs are, I could fell that my soul was leaving me right after the sprints; and my heart was bounching outta my my chest like some freaking ticking time bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn I'm old. And I CAN FEEL IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So much for 6-pecs huh. hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay Today's topic is Reminisce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dunno, for a long time since last I really felt many urges to be attached again, to be in someone else's ams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY WAIT. I dunn wanna b caught dead in this topic, so if there are any ACTS Stars United Youth here who is reading this; Disclaimer ah: This is Kor Isaac's personal recount and in no way is this any form of role model nor example that you should live by in full entirety. Since its impossible to shoo you off and deter your curiousity in reading on, just take note la ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, it has been 4 years since I was in a proper relationship with someone and that I actually really could still feel the pains and yearns of being in one again. So many times have I compared myself to those times when I was in a relationship again, to feel so at ease, to feel so in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But once the seperation sets in, it becomes super hard to live by the facty that you have just lost something you hold so dearly to your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps this' the reason why so many elders in our church say that we shouldn't get attached so early; so soon. The potential-and in this case, inevitable- damage that it could wrought upon the personal being is just too darn high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laugh as hard as you can, that relationship lasted only for a period little over a month. Yes, its short, but twas no different from any reationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What parted us was actually chiefly because of our studies. We loved each other so much that we had to let each other go for the sake of our future. Sad fact, true fact. No emoing here, but sometimes when I think back twas a bitter sweet experience. What we had was one that I would not trade for anything else, but as sure as the sun would rise, the break up was just as inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God played His part as well, and mind you, He played it well. That relationship wasn't God-centered. She wasn't Christian. I was. Slowly it churned in me that God as calling for intimacy with Him in my life and slowly His constant calls had a toll on my heart. My spirit just couldn't take it anymore. I was tied between the two loves in my life. Twas until then I approached Auntie Bee Choo for help. Counselling helped LOADS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This may sound really confusing and even hypocrital for some, but I had battles in my heart that as I explain here you would slowly understand. I weren't being God-centered as I entered this relationship, I was just looking for an outlet of love and intimacy, just like any other human being. So along came G. Yes lets name her G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G liked me. I liked G. A LOT. I did stuff only people could imagine. She had such an impact on my life that she switched my L1R5 around. From 21 to 12; from Mids to Prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was the source of my strength, temporarily. My life held lies as well. Too many. I lied to her too many times on too many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So came upon one day we decided mutually that we would give ourselves space and time to go study, esp me for my O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came up with enough courage to say yes to it despite having so much feelings against it, but I just felt that I had too many things on my mind. I failed to make us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just as I had said, I would've not changed this experience for anything else. And I cant anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But given an alternative, I would've stayed as friends. Its way more longer-lasting. Its way more rewarding. Its way more innocent. Till we were both ready for things will we start dating would've been a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was wrong to have taken advantage of her first love, her first kiss. NO I didn't cross any lines I must've have crossed as pre-married couples shouldn't. I would've been a better blessing if I remained as an encourager to her as her friend, and her as my comforter and listening friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved the friendship that we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now all that I'm feeling right now could be labelled as-Falling in love of the FEELING of being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damage done, chapter ended, book closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you G, just really hope that we could at least be friends again. Just a fraction of what we had as friends would really bee an awesome thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But who am I to ask for such things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry G. I really hope that you would be as happy as you would ever could be =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss us, just as plain friends =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7283141532354608147?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7283141532354608147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7283141532354608147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-thy-neighbour-good-evenings.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5559636685173618105</id><published>2009-10-04T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:18:38.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence Noticed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its been 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bet there're no readers here except for the self-glorifying me here then heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes this webbie has become a personal shortcut for me to browse through my family and friends' blogs when im not at home (aka office), which eases the need to memories all their urls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lotta stuff have been through my mind lately; and dfefinitely alotta events hae come and gone during this quart of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For Church and personal highs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youth Outreach Event: Bt Timah Scanvenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Young Adults' Retreat was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had Baptism =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lost 6kg in two weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My first two pecs are appearing =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've realised that Prayer is so darn imporatnt in our relationship with God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its like, talking to another person: without conversations how can one grow closer to another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So for those who have backslided, just like how a doctor asks the question, "What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can safely say that most backsliders don't pray much, thus the fallout. Ain't Surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its been a long time since I've actually felt good about myself. No not the slimming down after-effects-(though I cant say it isnt contributing to it), I've actually been able to let go of all the hatred and animosity that made me such a fiesty and angsty idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holding on so tightly onto things have been a thing of the past. Its just refreshing to be free again. I mean, we are free from Christ's redemption, so why aer we still living like unbelievers? We have gotten true salvation, and with CHrist in us, there isn't a thing on Earth that can stop us, from reaching out, from shining in the fullest of glory for the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Call me religious, call me pious, my friends, but my God gave me a heart of strength and Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOVE. He didn't call me to dominate, to triumph over others like me, He didn't call me to get ahead by fighting senselessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He called me to live my life to the fullest, my life to have meaing, my life to be abundant, and abounding, in love for you, me and all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So lets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5559636685173618105?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5559636685173618105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5559636685173618105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/10/silence-noticed-i-know-its-been-3.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8611204341922600627</id><published>2009-07-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:11:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual Walk or Spiritual Strain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Argh its just so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can the mouth that praises God be the one that also curses man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can the body/temple of God be also the place of desecration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can one who is saved behave as if he just lost his soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can the recpticals of knowledge and truth be the same as the vacuum for lust and greed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can one who strives for a greater love for God be the same one who drives towards the love for Earthly joys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can all this happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its like the ironies of life, ya know, but just alot worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like we are getting richer, but are losing value,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we are getting more connected, but not closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we are getting smarter, but losing morals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more conviniences, less time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more degrees, less common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more medicine, less wellness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we talk too much, love too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have added years to life, but not LIFE to Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a paraox, what irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been pondering alot about my walk in life, and I mean spiritually; its been such a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will I even get better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Should I even go for my baptism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man...our blood are just so full of worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8611204341922600627?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8611204341922600627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8611204341922600627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-walk-or-spiritual-strain-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4708761533440617456</id><published>2009-07-18T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:17:27.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh so different, oh so good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its an awesome weekend I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its not any super-duper special weekend, its just special, and different, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had half-day offs on Thursday and Friday, went over to Granny's place and had a nice chat for a long time with her, disturbed my 2 lovely sisters/cousins, and for a first time in a long time, I mamnaged to calmed down and let life take the 'pause'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sat it is and there'r a loada things ta do, but just for this moment I'm gonna just sit down, having enjoyed my awesomest breakfast with Aunt, and just surf n blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It 8.30 in the morning and I'm online on msn, facebook, hotmail and yahoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4708761533440617456?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4708761533440617456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4708761533440617456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-so-different-oh-so-good-its-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-2495001742358614737</id><published>2009-07-06T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:25:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOAH IS IT JULY ALREADY?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped a month of blogging for obvious reasons, didnt wanna get caught up with all the hype bout H1N1 recently, especially from where I work at. But hey, other than that life's been pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about tmr, but today this day I will praise the Lord for He is Great.&lt;br /&gt;Church retreat's been awesome, back to the place where it all began, the great journey of the start of Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;Goiong back there's just nostalgic, but in my mind it has a bitter-sweet rench on my heart; 10 years have I been a Christian, how far have I grown with the Lord? How many awesome times compared to tragic times have I encountered? Its just funny to think about all those memories I had with that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's been good! Life is picking up, and I really really hope things'll look great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout @ peeps&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Becky&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rui Xiang&lt;br /&gt;Hong Jing&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Jian Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO SAF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-2495001742358614737?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2495001742358614737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/2495001742358614737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/07/woah-is-it-july-already-skipped-month.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8047813495876872749</id><published>2009-05-25T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:08:47.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update W.E M.U.S.T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So okay, the day's been pretty alluringly fine with 3/4 of the office gone either for YC (&lt;em&gt;Yam Cha&lt;/em&gt;, as my office dudes love to call it), Recce, or just serving Bunk Duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I was chilling out in the Office where it struck me hard that I had to do some running before the big ol' 42k comes along and I don't really wanna be caught unprepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to change, ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I moved to the 4th lap the heat of the day just got so bad I couldnt even concentrate on the breathing. Finally gave up after the Fifth. So yup;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preparation for the Adidas Sundown ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mileage so far: 6.5km &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHIA LAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It got me so worried that I chickened at the thought of just letting it go, but NOOOOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to be such a jellyfish that I called the organisers how much time do I have to complete the marathon without forfeiting the Finisher T-Shirt and the Medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the calmness sets in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That the amount of time I need to complete the Sundown!! HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can do a 42km Route March with that pace la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright back to how the day went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flag lowering was hair raising man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edwin, Yes the one whose Surname is Goh, screwed up the PA system that not only did he not stop the music from playing, he allowed the soundtrack to go on to the next song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, the morning anthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dunno what the Duty Officer's gna do tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PARTY AT THE GUARD HOUSE BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But my guys are ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They're prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have their camouflage paints and nets on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have the next Gen. pixelized uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have been briefed of their duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have set their fears together, in one collective voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have ushered unity that was never seen in the Guard House ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THEY ARE MY WARRIORS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(na la~ just my guard duty personnel who are so scared pissed of the Officer tonight that they actually listened super attentively to the stuff I told them just now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So far so good, except for Edwin, who's perpetually a walking disaster, everything's pretty cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8047813495876872749?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8047813495876872749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8047813495876872749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-w.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-7886351586539811422</id><published>2009-05-25T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:21:54.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What A Way to Start the Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard Duty on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Slept 4 hours yesterday; still quite surprised how I managed to wake up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code Geass still rocks my sock; and the soundtrack still rings in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard that the DO's pretty fierce. Lets see how much fire I can take from him.&lt;br /&gt;Im just worried about my Guard 2IC.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's Edwin Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my AHM mileage to clear. Chia Lat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-7886351586539811422?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7886351586539811422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/7886351586539811422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-way-to-start-week.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1648870005341529716</id><published>2009-05-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:56:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is an Awesome God</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Holy Spirit Power.&lt;br /&gt;The die has been cast.&lt;br /&gt;I have stepped over the line.&lt;br /&gt;The decision has been made.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look back,&lt;br /&gt;let up,&lt;br /&gt;slow down,&lt;br /&gt;back away,&lt;br /&gt;or be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past is redeemed,&lt;br /&gt;my present makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;and my future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;I am finished and done&lt;br /&gt;with low living,&lt;br /&gt;side walking,&lt;br /&gt;small planning,&lt;br /&gt;smooth knees,&lt;br /&gt;colorless dreams,&lt;br /&gt;tame visions,&lt;br /&gt;mundane talking,&lt;br /&gt;chintzy giving,&lt;br /&gt;and dwarfed goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need&lt;br /&gt;pre-eminence,&lt;br /&gt;prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;position,&lt;br /&gt;promotions,&lt;br /&gt;plaudits,&lt;br /&gt;or popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be right,&lt;br /&gt;first,&lt;br /&gt;tops,&lt;br /&gt;recognized,&lt;br /&gt;praised,&lt;br /&gt;regarded,&lt;br /&gt;or rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now live by presence,&lt;br /&gt;learn by faith,&lt;br /&gt;love by patience,&lt;br /&gt;lift by prayer,&lt;br /&gt;and labor by power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pace is set,&lt;br /&gt;my gait is fast,&lt;br /&gt;my goal is Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;my road is narrow,&lt;br /&gt;my way is rough,&lt;br /&gt;my companions few,&lt;br /&gt;my Guide is reliable,&lt;br /&gt;my mission is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bought,&lt;br /&gt;compromised,&lt;br /&gt;deterred,&lt;br /&gt;lured away,&lt;br /&gt;turned back,&lt;br /&gt;diluted,&lt;br /&gt;or delayed.&lt;br /&gt;I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;hesitate in the presence of adversity,&lt;br /&gt;negotiate at the table of the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;ponder at the pool of popularity,&lt;br /&gt;or meander in the maze of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;give up,&lt;br /&gt;back up,&lt;br /&gt;let up,&lt;br /&gt;or shut up until I've preached up,&lt;br /&gt;prayed up,&lt;br /&gt;paid up,&lt;br /&gt;stored up,&lt;br /&gt;and stayed up for the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I must go until He returns,&lt;br /&gt;give until I drop,&lt;br /&gt;preach until all know,&lt;br /&gt;and work until He comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when He comes to get His own,&lt;br /&gt;He will have no problem recognizing me.&lt;br /&gt;My colors will be clear for&lt;br /&gt;"I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.." (Romans 1:16)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1648870005341529716?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1648870005341529716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1648870005341529716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-god-is-awesome-god.html' title='My God is an Awesome God'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5997873523060602102</id><published>2009-05-17T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:02:12.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What an awesomely orchestrated Screwed-up day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just had AHM duty today. Its incredibly screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was the admin IC paired up with none other than the Goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No no, not just any goh, its EDWIN GOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First thing in the morning woke up with an ache in the head, whilst knowing that I'm gonna so miss today's worship just made it suck even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the drivers who did not know how to get to ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the Ice Machine being locked up albeit me having the key to the locks (yes those fools changed it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the insufficient manpower to load up the stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the TRSes being forgotten to bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then set off, finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then long journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reached there, found out theres insufficient water points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came MWO WONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Complained like a scorned old faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hell spewed out in the form of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came Edwin forgetting he left the bicycle unmanned at the CP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came all the participatants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the idea that he should cancel my DAY OFF today for the screwed up layout at ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came the thoughts to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my Sunday to this shit duty that I did not even volunteer for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my coveted Sunday Service taht I wanted to attend but this shit ass duty kept me down the whole morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my Saturday night cuz I needed to stay-in the might before for this crap duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my time at home which I could very well use to do some productive housework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I now am losing my DAY OFF because MWO WONG thinks that the layout sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I now sit in my office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AM STILL THINKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What actually screwed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was it me being careless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was it me being ignorant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it me being arrogant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What constitutes a build up to becoming a screw up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What progressed it to bocome such a disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately things have been awesomely screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my applications to the two UNIs I have applied to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NTU and SMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost the confidence taht I had that kept me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost the faith and fuel to keep me going despite tough times. Now I just drag my ass off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost the sense and touch of family members that I was once closed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost the joy of being around friends whom I feel comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my bros I once had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT DID I DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What kind of life am I living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I should just like, die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I no longer seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I no longer wanna care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I no longer hold the will to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cuz I dont wanna anymore &amp;amp; I dont know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5997873523060602102?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5997873523060602102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5997873523060602102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-awesomely-orchestrated-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6316298900234202822</id><published>2009-05-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:08:50.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>protectedness vs daringness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ABUSE OF MODERNITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since high school I've always been amused by how innately, our biological body manages to vend of its intruders, heal up on injuries and is still able to absorb a wide range of knocks and scratches without life itself being terminated. So much more valuable and special are we compared to that of a machine, say an Ice-Kachang Machine. (Pardon the relation to food, its just me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even more so, has the body and mind coordinated itself in such intricate and wonderful way, has us humans, as a specie, as a population, and as a society of peoples, interacted in so many different ways and forms since the beggining of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In today's context, we communicate in so many different ways and in so many different forms of devices, with each method translating a certain mood or ambience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Mouths bring out the best and worst of us humans. We encourage and discourage, we bring people up and we tear then straight down. We nurture and we denature them all with our silly little organ called the tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letter Writing invokes romance and even between penpals somehow the words on the letter shows more sincererity and ernestness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SMSes just brings out the ever fast-pace of our current society, where communication and speech have simplified down to acronyms and half-completed sentences. (even more so in our singlishtic society heehee, if ya know what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emails. Emails to any other tom tommie or tommy can simplify the use of such means as 'an elongation of a short message system'. Where more information can be transmitted over vaster distnces and more forms of information can be sent to and fro. It exist both in the external net as well as the internal intranet within organisations. I'm glad and I hate to say, my work place has such a system in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gone are the days of self-righteousness since ADAM and EVE where people only worked within their designated set of rules and dare not cross the line of no return. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We use jthat latter form of commnication for a wide variety of reasons. For fun, leisure and of course, treacherous backstabbing and relentless bullshitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So true it is when it comes to the incidences that happened just a few days ago, when a gentle suggestion to improve my DREADED DUTY SYSTEM, became a ground that bloomed a flurry of superheated arrows flying across the camp, in the form of kilobytes and megabytes. But now you know who has the MEGAbytes la ah. (hint: one that is of the higher rank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So ever so conviniently me, this sergeant, got stupidly caught in the middle of the battlefield and got shot both ways. And in defence, by firing a flare into the air to ask for help, I became a targetboard for the unknowing triggerhappy, brain-degenerative soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this is how, our modern society blessed with powerful technology uses them. Instead of furthering the betterment of ourselves, in which quickens the processes that we do daily, we use them like a sidegun pistol. Abusing the rights of such tools and blatently opens oneself up for antagonism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks I have had enough of this. Let me stay outta this. Fight for all you guys want. Dont make your fight mine as well. I've got enough issues to handle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&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/4160681359761467361-6316298900234202822?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6316298900234202822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6316298900234202822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/05/protectedness-vs-daringness.html' title='protectedness vs daringness'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4445616024649002066</id><published>2009-04-29T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:50:56.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there hot bod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wah HLS today was....=S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case all you awesome people don't already know, my workplace has this thing called HLS(Healthy LifeStyle) thingy and thanks to my boss being a &lt;em&gt;commando&lt;/em&gt; it kinda forces me ta run on the 1,3,5s. Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's interval training and I'm supposed to totally rock at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT BUT BUT, thanks to the GDs, I havent even ran since the Wednesday on the week before last. Shyt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to run all three rounds per km within 4 min 30 seconds per round, sometimes with extra seconds to spare, to look back and smile wide wide =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but thats not the thing that motivates me to chiong for it, its the pwning of my boss(did I say he's commando?) that gives the 'oh so shiok haha i'm young and flying' feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ended up running only 2 rounds instead of 3, of which one is on par time and another which I lagged by 30 seconds. SAADDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm weak, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm tired and just finished my ever so rare Nasi Briyani lunch in the cookhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want to do now is just to take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yawnz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4445616024649002066?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4445616024649002066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4445616024649002066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-there-hot-bod.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-1598764609503097424</id><published>2009-04-27T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:16:02.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOOYAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Guard Duty ONCE AGAIN babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the first time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh no, this is the very first time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;behold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm doing Duty with my 2IC being none other than Jerry Ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's not just any Ang, he's Jeremy Ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH NOOOOOOOOOO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;never mind, time to reload in some rounds of extras and take aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 x stupid mistake = 3 x weekend extra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woosh. Today I sense a heavy rain of extras coming the Guard House's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chia Lat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please don'y screw up, please please please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-1598764609503097424?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1598764609503097424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/1598764609503097424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/04/woooyaa-guard-duty-once-again-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-6884891082737720352</id><published>2009-04-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:21:58.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waahhaa hahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;huur hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adults can be so stupid (oh wait aint I becoming one? shudders...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was doing Guard Comd on Thurs and on Fri morn, theres this guy who came in through the gate and had to have his bag emptied cuz there was a hp in there which he didnt declare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RP there demanded that he open his bag but that guy(apparently just a CPL) complianed to my Warrent Off that why is he being 'disturbed' by my RP (Ah Heng).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the Warrent himself stepped up and demanded he pour ALL HIS BELONGINGS out on the table. HAHAHH, he was damn shocked I tell you. So no choice, suck thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few things that flew out: Some documents&lt;br /&gt;Then: a pink strwberry shortcake umbrella (apparently his daughter's thatis if he had one) cant imagine if it was his own's.&lt;br /&gt;THEN: a box of condoms and a tube of lube. LOL cant stand it. buay tahan. never mind, everyone was controlling themselves.&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN THEN: A Handphone, A camera Handphone. Yeeoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to explain himself (to no avail) for 15 mins, he gave up, surrendered and got charged for the crime.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. such stupidity. such idiocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, I'm soooo free this weekend. Played L4D yesterday for 2 extremely disappointing games since the com keeps crashing, we decided to go elsewhere....to........Xiang An's crib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOSH, Playstation 3. Rock Band. Guitar Hero. Street Fighter 4.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok, but partially deaf after Michael's deafening singing. Buay tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh MACARENA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its time to chill baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-6884891082737720352?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6884891082737720352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/6884891082737720352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/04/waahhaa-hahah.html' title='waahhaa hahah'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3609765519513829670</id><published>2009-04-19T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:09:41.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a lelouch in every one of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERES A LELOUCH IN EVERY ONE OF US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Currently addicted to this show: Code Geass: Lelouch the Rebellion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I previously thought its just anothe anime gizmo for the sake of capitalism that spawned form the land of the rising sun, but upon reading the lines(literally, since there are eng subs) more clearly, I've gained much depth in the area of human dealings with others as well as how mankind's bid for survival creates both peace and turmoil upon others, themselves an even the ones they initially set out to protect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One more thing, I've learnt that human character deception is indeed a profound form of art, not many may appreciate it, but much can be learnt from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many of us are lelouch(es),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have the areas in our lives we set to hold dear and protect, to defend at all costs, and if the item/person is currently unhappy or in a particular crisis, we go all out to rid of that particular weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which clearly explains the fighting spirit that adults -especially parents- have, that they would even risk their own lives to protect their chilren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all have our gifts and skills to help us defeat the "enemies" which are hindering us from our goals in life. Our talents help us engage efficiently in battle and thus pushes us forward in our races in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our lives may have "Britanian Empires" set out to keep us down and to hold us back, and not all of us have the powers bestowed upon us like what C.C did to Lelouch;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But like what Lelouch said earlier on: 'that even without Geass the Empire will still be taken down', it shows that we what we need are not the physical reinforcements that are bestowed upon us (but it'll surely help if we do), it is our hearts that are the sole driver force in us that keeps us going even when everything seems bleak and torn down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our drive and passion, my friends, comes from within us and that they are the fuel to our engines, our batteries that keep ourselves ticking. We humans forget easily, and thus explains clearly why Emperor Xerxes of the Persian Empire back in the ancient days made a servant remind him before every meal that he should say: 'Rememeber the defeat at Marathon' to him, so that the blood in him will forever boil and that one day, he himself will see to it that Victory will be his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Interesting. Profound. Deep. Baffling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am Isaac Tan, and I WILL live out my DESTINY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-3609765519513829670?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3609765519513829670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3609765519513829670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-lelouch-in-every-one-of-us.html' title='theres a lelouch in every one of us'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5241099592435204563</id><published>2009-04-01T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:09:06.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be or not to be, that is NOT the question,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To overcome or become, THAT, is the question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently things are just, well, interestingly exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a 3SGT really isn't easy, with the load of work and responsibility having increased my the folds, its kinda hard sometimes to even keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work at work. So much bitching going around, so many arrows zipping everywhere and thanks to my ever-easy-to-shoot-target-board, (physically and relation-wise), its not to hard that im always the one being arrowed.&lt;br /&gt;please, im stabbed full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOOOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Jeremy has just picked up the full time role being the Mob Spec.&lt;br /&gt;OhMiGoodness and i get to do his share of saikang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had the tech mob for some unit in my camp last SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my conclusion;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just realised that there are just people in the world that are born to be asses,&lt;br /&gt;those that are out to make the people around them suffer and sulk because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then there are the other group of people who are out to just give others a hard time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECASUE THEY ARE PLAIN STUPID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADULTS INCLUDED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And their surname is GOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this beep beep who came like 3 hours later the the second last guy, we would have gone off damn early la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not of my friends I would have planted my fist on his god-forsaking woooyarh ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;pissing pieces of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that my share of life that is for me now that im 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks. I will learn from this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will become better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaac unleashed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5241099592435204563?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5241099592435204563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5241099592435204563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-not-question.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-8587804575199321057</id><published>2009-03-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:33:00.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am soooooooooooooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diet&lt;br /&gt;fired&lt;br /&gt;mired&lt;br /&gt;padded&lt;br /&gt;faggot&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on to say how many words are there out there that rhymes with tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's range was -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit holes i was two shots away from marksman&lt;br /&gt;two shots away from 200 dollars which could REALLY do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i missed.&lt;br /&gt;no i didnt miss cuz i made an aiming error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed cuz I became complacent&lt;br /&gt;I was complacent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RIGHT THERE in the firing chamber lane, I realised I still bloooooody am one effing complacent shit hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all the rounds will end up the same way as how the first one in each magazine once I started firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. there is no homing mechanism&lt;br /&gt;there is no fairy god eastwood who will make sure every effing round hits the enemy&lt;br /&gt;there are no assasins who could bend the bullet there and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all me, and I didnt perform.&lt;br /&gt;I was the top shooter that day yet I couldnt secure a marksman, much less the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the place I realised my whole life has been like that.&lt;br /&gt;Things went pretty smoothly at first and then when things stared screwing up, I just shrug my shoulders and let it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a procrastinator, what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake it up.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to.&lt;br /&gt;I know I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I dont know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-8587804575199321057?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8587804575199321057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/8587804575199321057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-soooooooooooooooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-5104246645374022490</id><published>2009-03-08T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:46:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok its march, now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok its march, now what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as you can see by how often im bloggin now-sa-days;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its really been a crazy couple of months and no its not one of those oh-im-so-busy-i dont-give-a-crap kinda days, COS THESE FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN REALLY REALLY TIRING OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dun even know myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have you ever been so bogged down by the things that are happening in front of you that you no longer know who you really are? and all you have been doing is just to react accordingly to how the situation permits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its just that now's march and the situation for me resembles like something's big and huge is gna happen and i have no shit clue what it is. i dunno how to exactly explain this but these months have been mixed with good and bad stuff, mostly crazy stuff really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know that i have rote down resolutions and stuff, but its just that now, I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've underperformed and im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im just such a loser now and all these years ive been on a decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've screwed up alot of things and now i face a mountain of problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just to name a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Application for UNI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Retaking A's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Signing on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cash on extreme shortage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Family Crises yet to settle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oldest grandchild and a terrible role model yet as of now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Worship Leader Practice coming up in April and im nowhere near preapred to take up the mantle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TONNS of duties at work i can barely breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friends just pang-sehing slowly one by one? not that i blame them sine even i myself am so busy what about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im just so tired, that my bones ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can cry at the number of crap i have to face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and am now doing so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just need you so much Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some sons despise theirs because theirs' are so strict, regimentle blah blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but even in their weakest moments they have a man's shoulder to lean on, to draw strength from and to look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont even have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where's mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kid:  "mummy how come every kid in the room gets to have a present in the room except me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kid: "i want mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iZac: "i NEED mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i miss you so much daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need you now so much daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will you just come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-5104246645374022490?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5104246645374022490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/5104246645374022490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-its-march-now-what.html' title='ok its march, now what?'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4564049242091443195</id><published>2009-02-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:44:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convulsion Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song: The Cab-BOUNCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This song really gives the kick man, at least for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dudes, its now Feb, how's Jan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its been a crazy one for me, and I am filled with gratitude, that God has showed that His' presence is still in my life. I cant imagine how things have changed this month from last but life is getting very different and with all the hype and good hopes for this year, I can only start and end by thanking all's that around me for giving me all the suppost I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thank my superiors at work for their kind understanding and for their compassion towards me and for what I have done and am very grateful that they care. Good officers are hard to come by, and I am thankful that out of those few you guys are the ones I'm working with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thank my family for always being there whenever, where ever. We're always struggling yes; but at least we have each other and that's what makes every challenge a affirmation of our love in this household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thank my church for being my pillar of strength when I couldnt muster any. For being my pool of dudes and dudettes when the world is just waiting to swallow me up. And for the nags and lectures, fornow I know they serve me well, and that they were out of love, not cynicism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thank my friends be it whoever you are or wherever I got to know you. You made an impact in my life in one way or the other and who I am today pretty much had you in it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last but definitely not the least but one worthy of all attention is God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He cant be seen, felt, heard, tasted or smelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But this period of time I have seen His greatness and awesome power in my life by the way He has taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have felt His kindness and patience in the stupidest things I have done in with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have heard of His constant calls for obedience and am continuing to struggle with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have tasted His goodness and grace and it is GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never has life smelled so good when God is in charge, and I have Him to thank for all that has happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God is Good, all the time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the time, God is Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4564049242091443195?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4564049242091443195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4564049242091443195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/02/convulsion-confusion.html' title='Convulsion Confusion'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-9064358112957096006</id><published>2009-01-23T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:42:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>target: 70</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year's here, are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;its been a month since countdown, things are really rolling at top speed, but how often do we slow oursleves down to rethink about the decisions that we have made? maybe some of us dont have to, you who are of higher calibres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But lately I've ben thinking, what good is labour if all is for a lost cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What good is blood shed on wasted and ancient ideals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How many times have we put so much into something and be returned with nil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How many times have we been disappointed at results which we thought would be at least of 'above average', to be returned as carnage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm done with lost causes, but how would we know from the beggining, or even in the midst, that what we are doing is a goner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wisdom my friend, and long sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the former can be attained with age, but the latter can be gotten, no; not with aging corneas, but to look far into the future and see if with time, can sustain such an endeavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for my Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for my Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for Stars United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for my future wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna run for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-9064358112957096006?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/9064358112957096006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/9064358112957096006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/01/target-70.html' title='target: 70'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-539816298793125670</id><published>2009-01-17T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:47:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for splashing SHIT on my face&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/SXDHh0iTkkI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZyjJjWBLdA/s1600-h/z102650319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948946012475970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/SXDHh0iTkkI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZyjJjWBLdA/s400/z102650319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay I'm PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/SXDHSFYZoKI/AAAAAAAAADY/z2HElvpDkT8/s1600-h/code-geass-25-large-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REALLY PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-539816298793125670?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/539816298793125670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/539816298793125670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-splashing-shit-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/SXDHh0iTkkI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZyjJjWBLdA/s72-c/z102650319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-3359948729489423800</id><published>2009-01-16T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:31:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;TAMADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;MAI ZO LIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I AINT YOUR MAN TO STRING-PUPPET AROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THE HELL AM I DOING TRYING SO F****** HARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;MAI4 ZO3 LIAO4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT? I DONT GIVE A FLYING SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;THANKS FOR NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;UGH&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/4160681359761467361-3359948729489423800?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3359948729489423800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/3359948729489423800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/01/tamade-mai-zo-liao-i-aint-your-man-to.html' title='&lt;br/&gt;'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-4046553718667525682</id><published>2009-01-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:56:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buieagh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey peeps one and all, again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This delightful day marks a day closer to ORD and also, more importantly, my first ever guard duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm still in the midst of it but just like how I managed to get access to a com back in taiwan while on excercise, so too have I landed myself with one while on duty hahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guard duty in this camp has been mundanely active lah, with me being 2IC and all, I'm now both answerable to both the above and below (if you know what i mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tiring? Okay la (so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rewarding? Cannot see yet leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stressed? Oh yeah man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Putting in mind that I still have bout 35 more duties left this year (hopefully thats all) I better get aquainted with this fast and well, so I'll be able to enjoy this. ERGH. REINFORCEMENTS COME QUICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm, owing to the fact that this is still January and with fresh beginnings means fresh starts and so I hereby announce that I'll be taking up the habit of reading at one book or more a month so as to prevent the mental degradation of my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay nuff said bout me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;YAN TZE! Glad we had the convo yesterday too! Hope things can start to look up from where you are now and I hope the choices that you make will be one that is through wisdom and prayer. Jia yous and once again well done for the O's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;K, gta get back to the G before any big boss finds out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-NINJA-ed OFF- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-4046553718667525682?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4046553718667525682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/4046553718667525682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/01/buieagh.html' title='buieagh'/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160681359761467361.post-165018821945498733</id><published>2009-01-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:51:50.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESOLUTIONS RESOLUTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year I resolute to have resolutions that are resolutionary. It will be the Resolutions of Resolutions! The resolutionble resolutions will resolute to be come Resolutionarary Resolutions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Such an exciting YEAR AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(not today pls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great new year ahead and somehow I can just feel it. It magical, its AWESOME! and its this tingling feeling in the heart where you just kbnow this is one year that I'll never forget and will go down in pages of history with huge bundles of Joy, Happiness, PEACE, and of course, Spiritual Nourishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I havent really started to pen down my year's resolutions (i better do em quick before they become stale) and will prolly do it sometime this week bah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But with today's uber packed day and a loada lousy news it kinda chipped away some of the excitement lehhz. I've never been more busy at work today than any other day and it just involves rnning up and down all around places in camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now now I will just say this for the record. Officers sometimes just over-rate their worth in the army and despite have Specs beside them to co-lead, they never see them as equals but rather equate very often them to being the same as men. Of course, I only speak for myself and the current workplace I'm in. I DO NOT REPRESENT THE WHOLE ARMY PLEASE, so dont go all 'wa lao this guy so one kind one'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, we too went through a whole lotta shit too ya noe, yeah sure not as long as yours but just being 18 weeks longer garners you such high authority sometimes boosts their ego far too much more than they can contain. I'm just sick at the treatment to which how Specs are being treated. We're neither high up or low down and you push so much work at us, and we get the least credit for stuff done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So dear officers who read this jolly ol' blog, GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD. When we dont produce too sterling a result, please look at the way YOU treat your Specs before YOU start pointing fingers. If things were to ever screw up too badly, you guys prolly had a hand in it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I need to burn my sundays for work. OK THIS HAS TOO STOP. I'm commiting no more than my weekdays to this so don't YOU push it. I wanna go church and I have my commitments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AS IF GUARD DUTY WASNT ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OKAY we'll see how things go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will update this place. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160681359761467361-165018821945498733?l=izacisanidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/165018821945498733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160681359761467361/posts/default/165018821945498733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izacisanidiot.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-resolutions-this-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iZac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07869193999640436321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDD8KuEMRLI/ShV6K9HLj2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-0SI_phcz30/S220/geass08.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
