<?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-8493058</id><updated>2011-06-19T12:21:42.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace</title><subtitle type='html'>Harlow...i'm not gonna descibe myself here...but i just wanna say that u guys have to learn how to life your learn to the max...it's a blessing to be in this world...so treasure it...peace out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-114377306922080088</id><published>2006-03-30T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:44:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at it's hiiiiiiiiiiiighest and loooooowest....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm making a comeback!!!! (Am i?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe i've been watching too much Hong Kong drama series during these holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Or maybe i have finally understood the high and low points of people's life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In life, you gain some, you lose some, simultaeously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you reach the peak of your mark, it's also the time when you fall off the cliff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yep, life IS unfair. Since when it is'nt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even when you are at rock bottom, there are bound to be some plus points for you to pick yourself up and forge ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You may say it's easier said than done, but since when life is ever smooth going, dee dee happy, wishy wally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You may seem to own the world, have everything in your command, what you want is what you get. But is it really your essence in life? If that is, tell me that it is going to last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's all shortlived... either up or down... high or low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When you question yourself on what's there to live for... reflect upon the best happenings in your life, whether it is just a praise or anything that can make you soak up all the mis-givings, and MOVE ON. You have everything and anything to live for. You, yourself, are an asset. You're not a liability to anyone and you don't owe anyone a living. Fight for yourself cuz it's a cruel world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Keep living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*^*Ace*^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-114377306922080088?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/114377306922080088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=114377306922080088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/114377306922080088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/114377306922080088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-at-its-hiiiiiiiiiiiighest-and.html' title='Life at it&apos;s hiiiiiiiiiiiighest and loooooowest....'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-113958972689511133</id><published>2006-02-10T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:42:06.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life? What Life?</title><content type='html'>Mine's as dull as this blog is nulled.&lt;br /&gt;ooh hey. what a post for 2006 =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-113958972689511133?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/113958972689511133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=113958972689511133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113958972689511133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113958972689511133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-what-life.html' title='Life? What Life?'/><author><name>Lestat de Lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03937117969131239385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://ccc.domaindlx.com/LestatdeValois/mee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-113568879397819663</id><published>2005-12-27T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:07:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's IF.</title><content type='html'>Life's all about if.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if only you could be this, if only you could do that, if only i had this...&lt;br /&gt;People think about if, when they could not manage the NOW.&lt;br /&gt;They wish: "IF, i could turn back time..."&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry, "if" is only the part of your wish, but the world of the fact is that you are facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;There ain't regrets, that would be looking backwards, that would be if.&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done, get a life and move on=)&lt;br /&gt;If i'm a little more direct, there wouldn't be a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;If there ain't worries, there wouldn't be life.&lt;br /&gt;If life wasn't that fragile...&lt;br /&gt;If life is the way i want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;If life is simpler...like words and not scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;If life were you and him/her...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what people are wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that they just gonna wish harder...&lt;br /&gt;**No hard feelings**&lt;br /&gt;If something good or bad happens, you blame others, or yourself...(rarely, but it happens)&lt;br /&gt;Blame no one, just bite your lip, shake it off and move.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's hard you may say, who says life's easy?&lt;br /&gt;IF it was....if it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*^*Ace*^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-113568879397819663?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/113568879397819663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=113568879397819663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113568879397819663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113568879397819663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/12/lifes-if.html' title='Life&apos;s IF.'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-113568835805583999</id><published>2005-12-27T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T04:59:18.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life---If people could be nicer...</title><content type='html'>If people could be nicer, they wouldn't be people.&lt;br /&gt;If people could be nicer, there wouldn't be war.&lt;br /&gt;If people could be nicer, i wouldn't be typing this.&lt;br /&gt;What's the fuss with bad customer service when the customers are bad themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just wait for their turn instead of pushing and shoving though the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people read signs, when the door says pull and you push.&lt;br /&gt;If people could just say hi and smile, it would make people's day better.&lt;br /&gt;If good manners is a trait in everyone's blood, there wouldn't be anger.&lt;br /&gt;If people can take things into their stride, there wouldn't be rage.&lt;br /&gt;If people could be nicer....then i wouldn't have a blog....=)&lt;br /&gt;Be nice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*^*Ace*^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-113568835805583999?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/113568835805583999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=113568835805583999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113568835805583999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113568835805583999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-if-people-could-be-nicer.html' title='Life---If people could be nicer...'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-113552299196508050</id><published>2005-12-25T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:03:15.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's @ X-mas</title><content type='html'>I have been here for quite a while have i?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz i ran out of ideas, maybe cuz i'm too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, i'm back, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...it's Christmas...**senses sensitive topic**&lt;br /&gt;Before i go about raving on whether, WIshing you readers Merry X-mas &amp; and happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...why do we celebrate x-mas? Or rather why are u celebrating x-mas...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...cuz everyong is doing so? Cuz santa said so?&lt;br /&gt;Naiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful celebrations with pointless intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Joyful occasion at directionless locations.&lt;br /&gt;Happy wishes for aimless purposes.&lt;br /&gt;People are giving, hoping to receive more.&lt;br /&gt;People are smiling, but cursing at what they are getting.&lt;br /&gt;People are out squeezing with the crowds. just because...&lt;br /&gt;People are eating log cakes, just beacause...&lt;br /&gt;People are singing x-mas carols, just because...&lt;br /&gt;People are going to churches, just because...&lt;br /&gt;People are praying, are wishing, are praying, just because...&lt;br /&gt;They believe...&lt;br /&gt;To whom?&lt;br /&gt;I ponder,&lt;br /&gt;You wonder.&lt;br /&gt;No one answers.&lt;br /&gt;There ain't a question, they are seeking empty spaces,&lt;br /&gt;with no traces.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you celebrating X-Mas?&lt;br /&gt;You don't care? Neither do i?&lt;br /&gt;So why are we doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Looking what 's beyond, what's under...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shall not say too much, i'll let you do the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless who was born in 1 A.D, what's happened, or did happen,&lt;br /&gt;it's passed and long gone, let's do something productive and logical.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we celebrate x-mas?&lt;br /&gt;I ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X-mas,&lt;br /&gt;*^*Ace*^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-113552299196508050?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/113552299196508050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=113552299196508050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113552299196508050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/113552299196508050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/12/lifes-x-mas.html' title='Life&apos;s @ X-mas'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-112031883833713609</id><published>2005-07-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:03:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like YoUuUuu.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am searching for love, like a single dove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though flying sky high, left trailing a sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scooping down low, when it felt so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then you came along, i found the place where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My dreams were shattered, beaten and battered.&lt;br /&gt;They were everywhere, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Like fallen puzzle pieces, where nothing kisses.&lt;br /&gt;When you helped me pieced it together, i'll be yours forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yours eyes met mine, oh, so weren't they refine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And with that smile, my heart raced a thousand miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But when you looked away, it all seems to decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then you held my hand, taking me to a faraway land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I've found you at last, to shield you i must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will never let you go, even if i have to take as many blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll hold you by my side, in my arms securely tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now a pair of doves we are, heading towards our shooting star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With you in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-112031883833713609?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/112031883833713609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=112031883833713609&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/112031883833713609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/112031883833713609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/07/lifes-like-youuuuu.html' title='Life&apos;s Like YoUuUuu.....'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-111713731354052176</id><published>2005-05-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:01:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life---Kids are a blessing? Think again.</title><content type='html'>*Curses as it is now 3.27am when I'm writing this for the second time after I hit the refresh button by mistake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats my issue this time? Kids. And my definition qualifies any person under the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back in the days where a bowl of noodles cost twenty cents? Inflation has it that a bowl can cost up to three dollars, and while that is happening, so is the inflation of employee's wages. Link that to an ideal 21st century family, having a picturesque image of a family of 3 when the mother is now free to leave her child to faith. I'm thinking of the time when I, being brought up in a lightly more well-off family, had a handphone at the age of 12, and hell, it wasn't even expensive as comparing to the likes of today's technology, yet walk around and I doubt anyone will be surprised when a seven year old is sending text messages on the latest model. If i'm picturing the teens these innocent little people will grow up to if they're uncontrolled, I'l be wishing they had the phone right from their mother's womb and actually not be a waste of taxpayer's money as such of what my eye sees, spending years and years and years of taxpayers' money on education, only to receive a certificate fit for the barbecue pit. Translate that added income to a higher daily allowance for the kid and i'm probably guess that you will have a delinquent on your doorstep in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Also, tell me, does the silent mode so prevailent in handphones today actually serve its purpose when the delinquents don't even realize why it is placed there for, and on that note, doesn't 'social etiquette' stand within them? SHEESH, ANSWER YOUR FORSAKEN PHONE ALREADY AND TURN OFF THAT CRAP-ASS LAME RINGTONE WHICH YOU HAPPEN TO THINK IS FUNKY, WELL FUNKY MY BIG WHITE ASS.&lt;br /&gt;So you reward them for doing well in school every time, maybe by adding a certain amount to their daily allowance or giving out to them something they wish for. You believe that rewarding them after each and every success motivates them to do well, but then that is the average lay-persion's thought. It is a proven and reserached issue that if you only give out rewards at unexpected times and more importantly using th element of surpirise will the memory of the lesson be remembered for a greater duration fo time. Lets picture a bunch of sore losers who don't realize their standing in society in an attempt to intimidate a person 1 foot taller and porobably 30kilogrammes heavier as well as larger by mass. Stupid? I believe its an insult to the word. In my opinion, the ideal reward for the kid when he does well in school is to give him the opportunity for furthering his education.&lt;br /&gt;i'm picturing a family where the parent are working people and the care of heir children is left to their belief in a god for guidiance and then pray for their kid to grow up and mature with grace. That was a joke people. I'm sparing the thought that ifi an individual will grow up into rejects of society, let's validate sympathy killing at birth, when their brain defects can be dected by the lack of a brain. Issues where taxpayers' money are just send rolling down the drain by delinquents who are given a chance at education but spend more the average student only to acquire a certificate fit to fire a charcoal pit for 8 seconds. Insensitive aren't I? Nope. I beg to differ as you would expect me to do.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely not say that I or anyone else on this planet is virtuous(since its a definition entitled to humans by other humans of equal status) but I was witnessing this kid drop coins into his hopper at this amusement part, over and over and over, running to and from the cashier who never failed to devliver a smirk every time his back was turned. I was not in the same liability status as the cashier so I was not smirking but actually laughing. The amount spent by a kid almost six, maybe more, years younger than I would have the capacity to spend more than me just for amusement's sake. If i did my math right, the combined expenditure on one pair of hoppers for the two kids in reference is amost eight times the combined expenditure of the owner of this blog and my expenditure at the same pare of hoppers.&lt;br /&gt;Vack on the track of the little people who are able to be using a handphone actually don't thnk of it as an accessory but as a point for flaunting. If they may allow me to state my 150,000 dollar grand piano sitting in my hallway, I believe they should now where they stand in society, not 1 notch below me, but 1 notch below the five-hundred-thousandth person below me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a deprived childhood? maybe, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;~Frozen Lestat~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-111713731354052176?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/111713731354052176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=111713731354052176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111713731354052176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111713731354052176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-kids-are-blessing-think-again.html' title='Life---Kids are a blessing? Think again.'/><author><name>Lestat de Lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03937117969131239385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://ccc.domaindlx.com/LestatdeValois/mee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-111703339659458111</id><published>2005-05-25T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T07:17:05.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's the way it is, or NOT.</title><content type='html'>*****post by an infidel, social reject.******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an interesting life thus far, amusingly there are phenomenon's of actual people with heads as filled as a prick and then there was the time when faith ruled the world and especially in god. Someone posed a question, "Faith in God exists even through all the mishaps, but that faith never dies. But, has anyone ever seen god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless pursuit on answering the questions which should remain unanswered and in god do we seek solace. Right now, my view has changed, although not in favour of the believers. Analytical viewpoints but from a perspective view, result in the reasoning that human psychology requires an answer to every question and how the more inexplicable ones are diverted to a separate cause instead of one supported by literacy. Citing an example that only a god is perfect, face it, it is only an illusion we use to cushion our mistakes. I'm about to question, if god was perfect, and is believed to have created mankind, and that humans were a creation by god. In context to my disbelief as much as disapproval, I fail to allege a predefined gender or assume any physical features. Would picture perfect be an ideal issue? It is an impossible issue to deny but then, why is only "god" perfect but creations by god are not? The grand design as many call it, flawed in many diversions but why not as pristine as the supposed creator? Since this psychological issue of a god is depicted to be virtuous and magnanimous, how then, does famine fill the hearts of thousands, hospitals be a requirement everywhere, grief fill the souls of millions?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning an argument that this god as percieved my millions is just an alter ego, much similar to a person with MPD or multiple personality disorder and they choose to seek solace in. When the bible writes about this person "Christ" disappearing from his tomb, could it be that "Christ" was never there? When the pastors preach about god from the bible, was the bible written by a god or fellow humans? When church-goes digest the speeches delivered by a pastor and decide to influence the general public to believe in their god. Let me discriminate against a minority of christians who take it in their stride to 'recruit' members into their facultative association which by my assessment, what respect do they expect when they do not even give it to whom they want it from. They claim that the buddhists are only contributing to the global warming and that effigies are just statues. How does that decide where they stand in my rating list? They just added olive oil to their pathway to the last. An escape from the realities of life are put into the visions of a god. Biasness is not against any other, but happenings are meant to be stated as history is to be taken note of. It intrigues me to see how people believe in heaven and hell when, no one has ever been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests of two souls will vary but the visions is being depicted to be equal when an overinfluential biased picture is being placed in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the pope picture perfect? Not in my homo point of view. His mouth should be bleached with hydrocloric acid a million times over for every statement of discriminance he makes. Now that he is dead, I apprecieate that much thus far. Stereotypical minds only think that a affinity between a male and a female is 'correct' but I challence, who defines correct. Homosexuality is not the very least accepted by a vast society while hetrosexuality is presumed without judgement, heck the United States cannot even decide on a united opinion requiring to the extent of different jurisdictions to each state, it does show how united the America's are. Discrimination between the same nationality cannot even be resolved let alone jurisdictions. The dead pope spoke of homosexuality as sinners, when sinners are defined by human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the pope the dead, hooray or cheeros? Despair or rainfalls from within? It poured the following day, and what did his "obedient" followers say? We're blessed by him...or god is crying for him too... yes...you may agree, sorry, i don't. Here in singapore the it shined like always. Guess what those "holy" people state? Enlightenment. Ha....Bull****. Sorry, i wasn't trying to be nasty, or should i be? Yes...he's dead, props for him being a good leader( i think), crying and moaning... but besides that hell, he's just an old man. Do that for me when i'm dead and i may re-consider. **Wishful thinking**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far are we actually facing reality apart from hiding behind a front we choose to depict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are meant to be stated as much as free speech constitutes a right. The power of the people are defined by other people, the rights of people are defined by other people, the likes of god are defined by people, the cause for discrimination is defined by people the person who decides a sentence whether or not a someone elses' life is revised is judged by other people. So what gives a certain group of people the authority to excercise power across someone else? Ponder, it feeds the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More discriminations are written at http://toget.to/lestat/ I love to listen to the diverse voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Frozen Lestat~ &amp;  ~Ace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-111703339659458111?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/111703339659458111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=111703339659458111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111703339659458111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111703339659458111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/05/lifes-way-it-is-or-not.html' title='Life&apos;s the way it is, or NOT.'/><author><name>Lestat de Lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03937117969131239385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://ccc.domaindlx.com/LestatdeValois/mee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-111235905592831854</id><published>2005-04-01T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:37:35.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's gotta be Joking!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a name="FunnyContent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man Who Loved Baked Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, she'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this, so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly after that they were married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A few months later, on his birthday and on the way home from work, his car broke down. Since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill affects before he got home. It was, after all, his birthday. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had 3 extra large helpings of baked beans. All the way home he putt-putted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peak. At this point he was beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife wasabout to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard timebreathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air abou thim. He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg and RRIIPPP !!! It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table were dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With his blindfold still on, when he heard the phone farewells he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on topof it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!!"To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Guess who was more surprised? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy April's Fool Day!!! May the month be filled with laughter and HAHAs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-111235905592831854?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/111235905592831854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=111235905592831854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111235905592831854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111235905592831854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/04/lifes-gotta-be-joking.html' title='Life&apos;s gotta be Joking!!'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-111193950687958209</id><published>2005-03-28T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:11:50.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life'S about believing? Or not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;So what's with beLIEves? When between them are all LIEs, you never know whose's or what's telling the truth. So tell me about rascism? When people sterotype the colour, the religion, the race, the whatever...they riot, they destroy and they kill? YES...humans killing humans, the martians up in the milky way and waiting for us to falter before they make an attack. They're watching a hilarious movie up there of us killing our own kind. Think that we're smart? They're probably smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;So ya, he's black and she white.So? you may say.They can get married, they can't see each other not to say the least; touching? why? It's a sin they say.According to them( in southern america), it's a sin to both the "white" and "black" families if they get together. That's why the whites and blacks in many parts of america living apart,staying out of each others lives. And when there's just a spark, a quarell, a fight, whatever between those two colours(that's what i call them since they want to differentiate one another), they run riot. That's why tens of thousands of people are killed there each year due to racisim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Well, you think it's not happening here in Singapore? Think harder. And it's not happening just for the adults, it's already starting in the promary years. I can still remember in my primary school years when we loved to play soccer either during PE lessons or recess breaks. So when we get together and formed teams, they would be like:" Malay Vs Chinese", like why??? All they care about is to have the same race in the same team and not even bothering about the numbers. I asked them why. WHY? Oh...Cos malays must always be together, cos the chinese would not know what we're talking about, cos faster and easier. Right...wonder how bad are their parents...if their sons are already acting this way, talk about influence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The below paragraphs that you are about to view posed no offence to your religion, race or whatsoever. It's based on my personal views and you can choose to believe it or not( i mean of course you would'nt) Please do leave nasty comments if necessary, but just don't kill me:) Viewers discretion advised...:P haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;One thing that is common with all religions and races is the believe in GOD. But first thing i'm telling you i don't believe in it's existance and in it's name. Yes, argue with me later, i'm not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So ya, they all believe in GOD. The same one or different? I suppose it's a different one for each religion or race or whatever. So if you're argueing that we exist because GOD created us, which GOD? The GOD of your religion? So that makes me a martian then, i'm religion-free. If the first two humans were adam and eve( according to whatever source), how was mutu and cheena created then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;People who go to churches. they chant , they pray, they sing? (yar i think so, when once for gathering) they read their bible or what i do would call it a frick'in book full of quotes that i dunno why can instil into people's minds and MAKE them BELIEVE what they're reading is WHAT they SHOULD BELIEVE. I beg to differ and so do you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Male Muslims head to the mosques every friday for their prayers too but the females are'nt allowed in, even though they're not discouraged to enter, why? You tell me, really. I was reading through a website on the traditions of why women were discouraged from mosques and they had many barriers and restricitons in order to enter. It's kinda confusing and i don't know why they bother doing it anyway. Maybe it's just because i do not understand, or maybe i found it stupid because they're praying for someone whom they never see before. All in their heads for just beliefs. From whom? Their leader, their parents, and all they do is talk about how great IT is, and hail him. Like i would rather hail Mother Theresa because of her contributions to society and the people she saved, then someone or something(whatever it is) that may be illusional, fake, non existence or could be just a gimmick that was passed on years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lastly, temple visitors go there to again, pray to what i call a well-crafted statue for reasons like good health, fortune, answers, to whatever, and then pay a small token before burning incense for them( their deities or whoever). Reason for the recent haze problems besides forest fires? THEM. They burn those papers as if trees come cheap and hope that the deities will get their offerings. Yar, ashes probably... Superstitions? For me, just plain stupidity. Here i am typing about ashes, and here i am smelling them cos of the damn haze. Curses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;There is no GOD, yes, question about our existence, question GOD's existence. So you may ask me how we're created then. I mean i dunno, but what makes you so sure that it's GOD? The bible, your leader, your parents, just a belief? And ever question what make them so sure? In the end, the question is left unknown and is better stayed unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;After 2 hours and 8 minutes, i'll see ya some other time to argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Free~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-111193950687958209?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/111193950687958209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=111193950687958209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111193950687958209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111193950687958209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifes-about-believing-or-not.html' title='Life&apos;S about believing? Or not...'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-111003946154167878</id><published>2005-03-06T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T08:17:41.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe's~~~PrOUd tO Be a sInGapOrEaN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The bus was fairly crowded. I was standing near the doorway since people are already filled to the back of the bus. A nudge from the back. Before i even have the time to turn my back to him, "Seeeeeeck!!!", the irritating sound made by the tongue and saliva. A hard push, partly shoving me to the side before he made his "great escape" out of the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like please.....Is "excuse me" that difficult to say?? You're not like running away from war or something. Yes, action speaks louder than words, and if you do that to me again, i'll make sure you miss a bus stop or you go down the bus by the "rolling" method. So much for schools, what we've learnt? NOTHING! But then again, it's not about IQ, it's EQ. I'm sad to say that most singaporeans probably screwed EQ. **Haizz** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singaporeans c'mon, let's say it together:" Excussseee meeee!" That's right. Remember to say it ok? OKAY......( So much for baby spoon feeding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The "GREAT" Singapore Sale is held every year and yes singaporeans for typically into such sales, queueing up to enter the stores way before opening hours. And when it's finally open, unlike schools where you line up in twos and in orderly manner, they fly in as if the stocks would be cleared before they can lay their hands on it. Thus, it the junction (door), just like the Hello Kitty incident, people fall down while rushing(haha, serve you right), bang the door(maybe it's just because they're over-sized) and even quarrels on who came first blah blah blah. Ugly sight? Indeed. That's been a repeated story. More re-enactment? you bet it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singaporeans, what's the meaning of a sale, besides huge discounts and giveaways? It is clearing of their unwanted stocks. So? They have plently of them, why rush for it? Why queue for it before it's open? Why? Why? Why? Because.... we're SINGAPOREANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was walking on the overhead bridge, and witnessed a car accident with a bicycle. Yes, BIG HOO-HAA. But, people near there just turned their heads to watch and only a non-typical singaporean went by to help the cyclist out, who was bleeding profusely. I don't get those singaporeans, they can stand like 20 meters near the accident area and WATCH , STARE, SEE SEE LOOK LOOK, but do nothing to help, to lift a finger to call the bloody ambulance. They can stand there and " eh, accident leh...whoa the car fault la, blah blah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singaporeans c'mon...that poor guy is hit, as in whang bang, ouch ouch, you know pain pain? So what should you do? HELP!!! Not frickin' stand there as if you're watching a movie. Don't wanna help? SCRAM!!! Like please, show some sense of humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So do you think i am proud to be a singaporean? you could have guessed already. But seriously, that's the way we're operating. We're already protraying a pathetic picture and we still want to continue painting it? Is it something to be proud of? Should we just accept it? Questions. Apprently what we are learning in school about moral education is'nt that "moralistic" afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So is it really the education that is hurting our moral values? Or is it just what we should or should not do. Singaporeans should really instill their mannerism and know the DO's and DONT'S. Maybe then i'll be really proud to be a Singaporean. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sealed with hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-111003946154167878?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/111003946154167878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=111003946154167878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111003946154167878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/111003946154167878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifesproud-to-be-singaporean.html' title='LiFe&apos;s~~~PrOUd tO Be a sInGapOrEaN?'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-110967083885831500</id><published>2005-03-01T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:57:27.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life wHEn oN The wRonG sIDe Of tHe RoAd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;It ain't going right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;The sky gathering clouds, like your eyes filling up with tears,it began to drizzle before the pouring starts.You can't control it, "why why why?", you may ask. You feel that the world is turning against you,no one bothers,those who do, thinks against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;It ain't going right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;You slammed the door behind you. You wanted to be alone. You let it all out.Who's there for you? Empty house with an empty heart, you stood, thinking..."It is'nt fair, it is'nt fair!" Nothing is. You tried to phone for help, the line died on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;It ain't going right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Life's so meaningless! Why am i living for, what am i doing? Pointless? Directionless? Just can't find a way out. Sits there and just stone? Wail like a thunderstorm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330000;"&gt;~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330000;"&gt;It's all psycho, or rather psychology. It's your mind. It does the talking and walking.It determines what you are going to about things and about yourself.Yes, things maybe going on the wrong side of the road, it just one of those days! Just hell with it. Don't be super duper depreessed to not doing anything or thinking that it's the end of the world or something.Cry you may, but not your heart out, if you know what i mean.Your mind the powerful source, you rule it. Pls don't let it get the better of you.It will tear you apart before you know it, or should i rather say you will tear yourself apart.Seriously, think before you act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330000;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330000;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-110967083885831500?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/110967083885831500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=110967083885831500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110967083885831500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110967083885831500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-when-on-wrong-side-of-road.html' title='Life wHEn oN The wRonG sIDe Of tHe RoAd.'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-110821614665207387</id><published>2005-02-12T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T05:49:06.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life---Just waiting for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You're waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know, just hoping she's too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is she the one for you, or are you the one for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm her only one, and she's mine only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hell, but she's attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They are attached physically, we are attached spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But...what if when you see them together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will fall, not down, but more deeply in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does she know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It does'nt matter, as long as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She's crying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She won't tear alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do really do like her don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't, we're blinded by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You see their lovely dovey pictures together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I picture myself in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What if you're not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I picture no one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are'nt you a tinny winny selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She's gonna see this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, i'm waiting for her to, but she won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't you see each other almost everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i wished it was everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If she breaks up with her present, what'd you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll be her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nope, i'm certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, i wished you guys best of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No need to be, we're one as a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yours Lovely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-110821614665207387?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/110821614665207387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=110821614665207387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110821614665207387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110821614665207387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-just-waiting-for-you.html' title='Life---Just waiting for you.'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-110389973054196598</id><published>2004-12-24T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T06:48:50.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_**Life**_--- Just be blessed that you're normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hey, it's been a month since i'm in here. Todays kinda in a typing mood... anyway this time i'm back with more life stories...literally this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Firstly, I've to say that i'm blessed to have a healthy body and mind. People these days, in this trendy century, wants to look "hip". For the guys, jumpy hairdo/style, "handsome face", macho up-build, and for the girls, well blended hair ( in colours-different), heavily-puffed makeup, sensous curves and bulges in the right places of the body, "of course"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yes, people these days are going for, i can't say abnormal, but those(above) kind of self protrait image. I'm not contradicting anything or anyone...i hope... nor am i saying that i'm an image idiot... maybe i'm but... the thing is that there're people in this world, born with physical or mental problems...or suffer from these problems because of external factors ( abuse, stress, etc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here we are swearing obsence or f***ed up words( i think i just did) everywhere we go, sometimes not even realising it, or worse saying it for fun...and there're also some who loves to have a "holely" body... and when i say holely i mean HOLELY...it's like when u have a normal body with it's given organs and senses, u just have to freakin' punch holes in wherever places( i'm not going to state where).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 year old Billy suffers from schizophrenia, a diease where one has mulitple personalities at different times. You may call him mad, wacko, cuckoo, whatever...but that's his life...sad indeed but ain't nothing to treat it, let alone cure him. So sometimes u see him suddenly crying, or a sudden outburst of rage, why? It's just that...can't do anything. So what did the state of government do to him? ( This story is from the U.S in case u were wondering) They had no choice but to put in an isolation room, 24/7, 365/yr...in short, forever...because his sudden rage may cause an "unsafe" society, according to the govt (which i say it's bull****).Now, he's 24 and has been in that cell, that same room for 16 yrs, like locked up there...worst than prison...he'll be an outcast of the society forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me ask you, did he choose to be schizophrenic? Do you even think he wants to be locked up for the rest of his life? Not that he's done anything wrong, but if he turns to one of his rages of danger( which he does'nt even know), until he changes back to himself, he would not know what he has done. All he knows is that more the next tens of years, he's staying there...sealed away from society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Another case of a girl, has some mental problem of liking to inflicting pain to herself with a sharp objects. Sources have shown that her entire body has over 400 marks due to poking from sharp objects and 16 holes in her body. When i say 16 holes, it's literal, as in you can see through her body with that hole. 1 hole was as big as a 5 cent coin, where she used a screw driver to screw through her abdomenal area cutting the intestines and out the other side. Since, she's "physco", apparently she did not feel any sort of pain while creating her holely situation. She's died at the age of 18 or 19, after having multiple infections in her stomach, intestines , which affected her brain functions too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there're these type of people out there, and not just them, there're actually over 30 million of these people in this world. So spare a thought, if not for them, for your body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy, a healthy life,&lt;br /&gt;Merry X-mas,&lt;br /&gt;Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-110389973054196598?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/110389973054196598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=110389973054196598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110389973054196598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110389973054196598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-just-be-blessed-that-youre-normal.html' title='_**Life**_--- Just be blessed that you&apos;re normal'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-110095885080402908</id><published>2004-11-20T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T05:58:25.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe aFter DeatH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Ever what happens to life after death? Just visualise yourself now...and your grandparents or any old folk...it's like one day you will be like them...and when that time comes...lieing on your death bed...your heart pounding slower and slower...and after years of beating...finally comes to a standstill...YOU'RE DEAD!! yes...i'm crazy...but on a serious note...where do you really go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;You will probably be thinking..."not go to heaven then hell lo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;But...does your soul(if you think there is) rise up from your body(like you see on TV) and float up to heaven or down to hell? On a more scientific explaination, inside you consists of only veins, nerves, bones, and your working brain which keeps you thinking...and people believe that "something" will rise up (soul)...or becomes a ghost or something...depending on which side of the world you hear from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Sciencists or philosophers are characteristically concerned with the origin of life, the existence of the soul, the entrance of evil into the world, and death. Thus while these topics appear to be contemporary, they have always occupied man's spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Another belief of life after death is to be born again or you call it reincarnation. Egyptians believed in reincarnation or the transmigration of the soul. They thought the soul transmigrated from body to body and this was a reason why they embalmed the body in order to preserve it so that it could journey along with ka, an animating force that was believed to be counterpart of the body, which would accompany it in the next world or life. Ka might be considered equivalent to the term of soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This establishes the dating of the concept of reincarnation back to the ancient Egyptian religion but many think it dates beyond antiquity. The belief is thought to have been an necessity among primitive peoples. Certainly long before ancient Egypt peoples believed in transmigration of the soul. If they were not sophisticated enough to understand the concept of a soul, then they may have simply called it life. An individual or object which moved had life, and the one which did not, did not have life. This is analogous to the belief of animism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;So depends on which side of the story you believe in...you will never find out the truth...until the day comes for you to leave this world...or do you?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-110095885080402908?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/110095885080402908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=110095885080402908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110095885080402908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/110095885080402908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-after-death.html' title='LiFe aFter DeatH...'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109954456176410852</id><published>2004-11-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:02:41.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's freakin' Busyzzz..but at times bOOring...zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Miss me? i'm finally blogging in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yea...been freakin' busy and bored were the reasons for my absence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Was caught up with a new job that i have ( was supposed to make me occupied, ended up getting bored)..with their irregular hours and weird timings...giving me to air to breathe....but when times where i'm off...freed...away from work...there's nothing else to do and nothing to blog about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Is'nt it always the case...when you are free, you are REALLY free, when you are busy buzzy, the machine in you never seems to stop. Like during periods when you go to school, you're faced with assignments, projects, dead-lines and not to say the teachers and classmates...may well be your "stress-ed" pointers...well for me that is... and like now? During the school holidays, life's a bore...stale, monotonous, tedious, irksome, tiresome, humdrum...you name it...what u do? Go out? Where to? Singapore's like so "big"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O well...life's bore, like a chore, ain't got nothing to do, when there's no school, ain't any place to go, like a ball without a goal, oh life, thee life, can't get more lifeless than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-109954456176410852?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109954456176410852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109954456176410852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109954456176410852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109954456176410852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/11/lifes-freakin-busyzzzbut-at-times.html' title='Life&apos;s freakin&apos; Busyzzz..but at times bOOring...zzz'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109690042187679235</id><published>2004-10-04T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T07:35:32.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe--leSS??--&gt;&gt; WheN wIthOuT L0ve????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So is love really need in your life?? Seriously....It depends....whether it's whom, your age or even if you are ready?? I'll illustrate it with a song...and talk about the (+) and (-) about LoVe!!! MuackXzxZ... The song is from daniel beddingfield--- Never Gonna Leave Your Side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I feel like a song without the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A man without a soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A bird without its wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A heart without a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I feel like a knight without a sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The sky without the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cos you are the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I feel like a ship beneath the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A child who's lost its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A door without a key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A face without a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I feel like a breath without the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And every day's the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;since you've gone away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and I miss you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I'm never gonna leave your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Still holding on girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I won't let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cos when I'm lying in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I know I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They tell me that a man can lose his mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Living in the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recalling times gone by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And crying in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know I've wasted half the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I'm on my knees again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'till you come to me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and I miss you everyday, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'm never gonna leave your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;still holding on girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I won't let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I lay my head against your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know I'm home,I know I'm home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know I'm home and I'm never gonna leave your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;still holding on girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I won't let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So what about love?? Ok...let's start from the bad side first...so people these days...always want to find their Mr/Mrs RIGHT, right? At the age of what?? 13? 14? 15? C'mon...get real...seriously...do you think he/she is the right one, that you will never gonna leave his/her side? Yar...probably for a few months...before you leave him/her at the garbage disposal for trash takings....i'm not trying to be sarcastic here...but looking literally dieing for "love" or doin' dumb things for their "beloved-ed" ones are just ain't worth it...So you think that your partner now at 15/16 is gonna be your husband or a person you are gonna be with till you dieing (that would be about 65 years on the average)...think about it...you'll probably laugh...ok...maybe not...cos we ain't at the same boat...but what i'm trying to say that is what you are thinking about either getting a partner at a young age, "dieing" over your partner or even crying till your poor eyes bleed cos he has left for someone else...IT"S JUST AIN'T WORTH IT!!! Of course, even you have a partner now...does'nt mean you have to break up with her right away...but in the end when you two go in seperate ways...there is no need to cry buckets of water over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you have'nt got one...and thinking/wishing/praying/hoping of getting one, hold on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the brighter note, love for family or your partner (as in when you are married or 20+) is vital...and very much needed as you NEVER GONNA LEAVE THEIR SIDE!!! Imagine losing your loved ones...you'll be like in this song...does'nt mean that it has to be a girl...it can be anyone...your child...your mum, dad....generally people who are important to you. In this way... Love is essential...and meaningful to life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok...that's all i have for today....back to my studies now....ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-109690042187679235?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109690042187679235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109690042187679235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109690042187679235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109690042187679235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-less-when-without-l0ve.html' title='LiFe--leSS??--&gt;&gt; WheN wIthOuT L0ve????'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109681176651438552</id><published>2004-10-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T07:12:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'> *^*LikE A pErsOn too*^* SpiRitUal tOO**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yes...i'm back again...telling you guys more about life...as if i have none myself...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So...this time...life's also about colours...it's true... it's somewhat like your moods... i mean like you don't feel happy 24/7 right? Some days you will be sad...or whatever...Before i start... just a reminder that all colours have both their positive points and negative points, relating to life... there's more to meaning than colours than you have ever known....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok...Let's start with my favourite colour GREEN!!! (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Green is truth from the heart, the balance in our lives and our judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's living with your own truth, using our wisdom and understanding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and communicating it through the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The higher self, the eternal self who wants to be heard but is all too often shouted down in this material world. The true freedom of being balanced and at one with oneself.If you are out of balance , you are not living your truth. You are in need of space to be true to yourself and to follow your own path.The need to let go of hurts, restrictions, fears and anxieties. The need to let go of dependencies so that you have the time and spaceto become true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging feelings of jealousy and envy.Difficulty in making decisions and feeling confused. Unable to see with clarity the true path and feeling isolated and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulties with communication, unable to express true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The green energy relates to the heart area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Up next is BLUE. The blue of eternal peace and acknowledgement of being one with eternity and the flow of life. The in and the out breath. The deep calm that comes with knowing. By accepting and not fighting, receiving that deep inner peace and ease that is every beings right. Going with the flow. By accepting that each being has as much right to be as ourselves and accepting their judgement of their own lives as correct.&lt;br /&gt;The blue that reflects authority through inner knowing. Having the ability to make decisions and take control of situations.&lt;br /&gt;Blue the vibration of nurturing to allow expansion.&lt;br /&gt;Blue, reflected in the seas and lakes, blue as a reflection of the emotions. The calmness or the turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;Blue in the conscious and unconscious mind - ability to communicate, to utilise the knowledge, to nurture and protect.&lt;br /&gt;The logical, thinking being, trusting in oneself .&lt;br /&gt;Relating to discipline, control and our beliefs ( indoctrination ) Blue can be a cold, aloof colour, indicating feelings of loneliness and isolation, depression, claustrophobia. When we are feeling sad, we are said to be feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;Full of self doubt. Rigid behaviour patterns and military careers. Problems with authority figures. Blue related to all cold, underactive conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next up, it's RED!! The red energy, the slowest vibration of the rainbow energies. Red is the grounding colour. It is what gives us our Vitality, and passion for being on the physical plane. It relates to survival issues and the life force.&lt;br /&gt;When we are angry and frustrated we see red. It stands for power, our own, others and the power struggles that can sometimes ensue between the two. This is the colour of being in the physical and the need for material possession.&lt;br /&gt;The power of red can be the power of emotion, finance, or power in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Red is indicative of a strong willed person. It can relate to pain on the physical or pain in the emotions that are so strong it is felt in the physical.&lt;br /&gt;Red gives energy to excitement and with impatience it can cause frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Following feelings of anger and frustration we can often feel depleted of energy.&lt;br /&gt;If a person sacrifices oneself for others they may become physically vulnerable. Red relates to the physical in all it’s aspects and often it can show that the person is not satisfied with the surrounding physical environment , or even their own physical body.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the colour of blood, the heat of the temper, and also to inflamed physical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;The Red energy relates to the base chakra. (body center in yoga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Moving on, we have ORANGE. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;)It's the deep joy and bliss felt when the sunshine rays of divine energy enter our physical being. Orange indicates a person who is sociable and loves to be in the company of others. It can also indicate a gathering, social event or celebration.&lt;br /&gt;A person who has loads of energy, exciting and fun to be with. Orange relates to the ultimate feeling of fulfilment such as giving birth, sexual satisfaction, or even spiritual enlightenment.(seriously...i've read)&lt;br /&gt;The acknowledgement of your spiritual energy on the physical plane.&lt;br /&gt;Orange relates to a person who has great practical “hands on” skills. It can also show that the person is a Spiritual Healing Healer. (like Leo-Charmed:p)&lt;br /&gt;The shock to the physical and subtle bodies. Negative energies not released and built up over time which can cause pain and problems in the physical.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of doubt and confusion. Knowing things are wrong but unable to deal with the pain, which causes frustration. Orange relates to the physical and mental damage done to self by others. Suppressed anger and frustration causing problems in the physical.&lt;br /&gt;Need to look inwards for answers.&lt;br /&gt;In the physical body the Orange colour relates to the sacral area. (bone situated near the pelvis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;if&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So much for that...lolz...let's head on to YELLOW...Yellow is the awareness of our spirituality. It's happiness and wisdom combine with clarity and acknowledgement of our intuition - our inner vision- the connection to the energy of the suns rays. ( in spiritual sense)&lt;br /&gt;If we have clarity our intellect is given space to explore the inner invisible universe.&lt;br /&gt;When we need inspiration and inner knowing, joining and becoming one with the suns energy. It's Renewal.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming independent as an individual. The divine energy radiating to every being, granting clarity, wisdom, understanding and above all, happiness.The sunshine colour when everyone feels alive and ready to take on the world. This energy relates to our inner knowing and understanding and self knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;As this is such a major colour and has such a great part to play in our being, the slightest difficulty can throw our being off balance. Yellow relates to nervousness, fears and anxieties and all related nervous conditions.Dependency issues are also relevant, either as being dependant or by others being dependent on you. Unresolved difficulties from earlier in our life can course problems, the need to let go of negative emotions and situations and the past.&lt;br /&gt;As one feels at odds within, confusion makes us go around in circles, getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;The yellow energy relates to the solar plexus (interlacing of parts) area of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally, we come to our final colour...VIOLET!!! ( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;) Violet is the inner flame of heavenly knowledge.The ability to access the knowledge with peace and the desire to use this to be of service to others.&lt;br /&gt;The violet flame of transmutation, of changing state to a higher vibration. Healing oneself by healing others. ( help yourself by helping others)&lt;br /&gt;The doorway to both heaven and earth at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The violet vibration relates to absorbing the knowledge from the Universe and grounding it by living this knowledge in service.&lt;br /&gt;Deep changes are being sought within.&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, anger, frustration and loneliness has its say.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have the knowledge but are unable to go with the flow , we are not living and grounding our beliefs. Isolation, lack of energy physically , full of self doubt and unable to access the knowledge within.&lt;br /&gt;Needing to accept total trust and to accept the peace of silence within in order for the questions to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;The violet energy relates to the crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So much for all the healing and spiritual stuff... don't you want to give yourself a little time off and try to find your true spiritual self... who you really are...your inner self...till next time...i'll let your spirits do the talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/8493058-109681176651438552?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109681176651438552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109681176651438552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109681176651438552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109681176651438552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/10/like-person-too-spiritual-too.html' title='&lt;COlOurS Of liFe!!&gt; *^*LikE A pErsOn too*^* SpiRitUal tOO**'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109663433173495547</id><published>2004-10-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T05:38:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like A Song.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;When things are going smoothly and the way you want it to be, it would be a melodic tune of happiness, making you grinning from ear to ear...dancing and singing along like an innocent child will do with his nursery rhymes. It's like you have owned the world, and living with no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A blot of lightning and everything changes from white to black...from happiness to sadness, anguish, grief and sorrow...the music suddenly turns to a soft and slow tune...like the titanic...where thousands of lives were lost...with their loved-ones, on the other part of the world, raining from their eyes...knowing that they would never see them again. Water starts pouring down from above crying together with them...childern hide under their blankets, hoping to cover everything...but that's not reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes...when life's in a freakin' mess, like a rock or metal band... almost smashing their drums or guitars...and screeching on the microphone... you can barely decipher what in the world are they "singing"... like you're in a mess and don't know what the hell is happening... You just wanna follow them and bang whatever in your reach... You don't know what to do...to go left or right...what is correct or wrong...like your world is upside-down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yet...sometimes...life's as stale as this colour...where everything's so.....so...BORING....like listening to the same old track a thousand and one times....where you have travelled the whole world and there are no more land for you to travel...when every minute is like an hour....the Earth seems to move sooooooooo slowly... that you hoped that you'll never have today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But there will always be days so laughter, fun and action... like listening to the tracks of william hung... as if you have just breathe a packet of N2O (laughing gas) that you just can't help it but LAUGH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep...so songs can also be part of your life too!!! The songs you listen may just be suited to your moods. (It's just that you don't realise) Till next time...ciao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493058-109663433173495547?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109663433173495547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109663433173495547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109663433173495547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109663433173495547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/10/lifes-like-song.html' title='Life&apos;s Like A Song.....'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109644058655500796</id><published>2004-09-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:52:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TherE's MoRe To liFe!!! iT's suCh a bleSSing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So what's with me and about life this time YOU may ask? i mean, i often hear people say that life's boring, meaningless, only about studies or work...blah blah blah...and the negatives....how about the positives in life??? You don't come to this world to preach and complain about the how boring life is...YOU are the one to make YOUR life meaningful...anything that YOU find that it's meaningful....YOUR life would be meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I mean....YOu are given a chance to live and enjoy the wonders of life, be it the joy...the pain..the suffering or the victory...there is a purpose...everything YOU do must have a meaning and purpose in it...otherwise that's what u call boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;C'mon...there is certainly a reason why YOU are doing what YOU are doing right??? I seriously hope...maybe you just don't wanna say it out...but u and i know:) There is just sooooooooo much to life to live for....be it for studies (for some:P), for your loved one, for some achievement (which most ppl hoped for). So even there is a little setback, dun give in, PUSH on and forge ahead...even YOU have to do what u hate to achieve your goal, YOU still have to do it. WHY?? That's YOUR purpose or goal in life right?? GO FOR IT!!! Don't You dare give up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok...i'll set myself for an example, when i was 5 years old, (of course that was a long time ago) i told my mum, dad, everyone....that i wanted to be a astronaut when i grow up. Of course, that was a far-fetched dream...i was'nt a "science" person to achieve such a goal...i told myself that i have to be realistic...in primary 6...i changed my goal...after reading Dave Pelzer &lt;a href="http://www.davepelzer.com/"&gt;http://www.davepelzer.com/&lt;/a&gt; (plz visit his website), he gave me the inspiration to become a psychologist, or something related to the job of helping troubled people with "mental" needs. So from then till now...i've been working towards my goal....now i'm trying to find a course that would guide me to psychology...with my goal in mind...i work towards it which gives me a purpose and meaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If YOU have noticed, all the "YOUs" are all capitals...why? it's because everything that YOU want or what YOU wanna do, YOU have to make it happen...family and friends only can pick YOU up when YOU fall, but it's ultimatly up to YOU to believe in YOURSELF and achieve what YOU want. YOU are what make things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Now, i have some quotes taken from Dave Pelzer that i would like to share it with youand hopefully help you understand more about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Have the courage to purify yourself of whatever may be holding you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Don't sue your environment as a crutch. If you do, you'll limit yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Limit your exposure to negative circumstances and, if possible, make it the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Hate, just like cancer, if not dealt with early on, kills one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Before you quit on yourself when life is'nt fair, exhaust all your options for making things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;If you want it, you have to make it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;When fighting to make your life better, give yourself the credit you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Take the time and energy to truly invest in your most important asset: YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;   Ace&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/8493058-109644058655500796?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109644058655500796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109644058655500796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109644058655500796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109644058655500796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/09/theres-more-to-life-its-such-blessing.html' title='TherE&apos;s MoRe To liFe!!! iT&apos;s suCh a bleSSing!!!'/><author><name>Ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09172545569415255699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493058.post-109628786572070974</id><published>2004-09-27T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T06:37:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LifE's GoOD!?!? YOU MakE the ChOicE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HeyloWzZ...I'm gonNA bE taLkInG aboUt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LeSSonS aboUt liFE!!!! Why?!??!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you think there has been too much chaos around these days??? Wars...Bird flu...or should it be chicken flu...politics....that's just outside the world...beyond your control...how about the people around u??? I'm saying your own family and friends... is there any tension?!??! Hatred?!? Jealously??....blah blah blah... the list never ends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;People these days,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;especially teenagers, often have tension among themselves...be it relationship strains or not getting along with one another...i seriously i understand the reason why even though i'm a teenager too!!! Take my case for example: My friend was'nt happy with me over something i said (i think, cos i still dunno the reason why), and what did he do?!?!?! He called his "gang"&lt;---(and i think it's really stupid) to pester me, threatened to pick a fight and so on... of course they did not do anything harsh to me.( they would'nt dare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What i'm trying to say is that teenagers are resulting to these kind of "protection", if that's what they call it...seriously i really pity them... dun see them as very fierce or dangerous people...cos deep down inside, they are lonely, scared and lost people....who dunno how to express themselves....the reason for it??!?!? i dun really know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Besides this, a little arguement between friends may lead to a big big matter such as a relationship break-up (as in between friends), quarrels, making them enemies instead... just a small spark can lead to a huge disaster!!! C'mon...get real...what has this "civilized" world becoming to?!?!? Can't you people just sit down and have a cup of tea and talk things over?? If not, when u guys meet in school, or anywhere, would'nt u feeel like uneasy or something?!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Think about all i've said...maybe a sorry is just what u need, be it u are in the wrong or not...or even a smile....it speaks a thousand words u know??? Try it...u will be a lot happier having 1 more friend than 1 more foe...Good luck...and may peace previals....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8493058-109628786572070974?l=aceaaron10987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/feeds/109628786572070974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493058&amp;postID=109628786572070974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109628786572070974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493058/posts/default/109628786572070974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aceaaron10987.blogspot.com/2004/09/lifes-good-you-make-choice.html' title='LifE&apos;s GoOD!?!? 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