<?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-5578202172875877132</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:20:06.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's Inspirations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8790054161917757923</id><published>2011-09-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:28:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops =X</title><content type='html'>It been so long since i last updated! Was super busy anyways.&lt;br /&gt;1) I've work at OCBC trying my best to do my best&lt;br /&gt;2) I need to rush to teach tuition after my OCBC work. Because the kid's PSLE is next week! Hence I thought it would be better to teach him more these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;3) when I reach home it's already 10.30pm. Shower, eat, everything then i'll have to edit&amp;nbsp;photo shoot&amp;nbsp;pictures in preparation on the opening of my clothing shop 1-2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;4) Although i've quit studying in NTU, I will take up a part time degree.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm training in the gym every alternate day, just to train myself up. 6 mths later I must look good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add in more pics in the next post! sorry! Just came back from tuition and now have to go swimming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8790054161917757923?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8790054161917757923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/ops-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8790054161917757923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8790054161917757923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/ops-x.html' title='Ops =X'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2041909580568664227</id><published>2011-09-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:19:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today went all the way to Sengkang gym to train with my friend. I wish all these&amp;nbsp;training&amp;nbsp;could bulk me up! I don't wanna be skinny anymore! I'm gonna work hard! At least 70kg of&amp;nbsp;muscles. That is my target. =D i'm gonna take photos and record it down here so I can see if my results pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_or2sHbmZg/TmzeRwbIkAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3iQdXf2dTzs/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_or2sHbmZg/TmzeRwbIkAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3iQdXf2dTzs/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2N0Ls1QL7k/Tmzd57cgbMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/unM0GOX8oaQ/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2N0Ls1QL7k/Tmzd57cgbMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/unM0GOX8oaQ/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txSxzEZXtHM/TmzdcUWjHxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uIsMrN1CUN8/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txSxzEZXtHM/TmzdcUWjHxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uIsMrN1CUN8/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnP-YDsVj_U/Tmzd96hQ6kI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ljo4Gf5LmXE/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnP-YDsVj_U/Tmzd96hQ6kI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ljo4Gf5LmXE/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZEkcTrEqoI/TmzeA1XPrCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Wvpc7TExUks/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZEkcTrEqoI/TmzeA1XPrCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Wvpc7TExUks/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-2041909580568664227?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2041909580568664227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/gym-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2041909580568664227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2041909580568664227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/gym-training.html' title='Gym training'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_or2sHbmZg/TmzeRwbIkAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/3iQdXf2dTzs/s72-c/IMG_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2263671635034341646</id><published>2011-08-31T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:42:37.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The monk and the mortal</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Sorry my com is down and I can't create the video I promised. But when I get my com back, I will create more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden's Lesson 3: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about a troubled man seeking help from a monk.&lt;br /&gt;Troubled man says, "there're somethings, some people, some memories in life that I can't seem to let go"&lt;br /&gt;Monk says, "there's nothing in life that you can't let go of."&lt;br /&gt;Troubled man says, "sigh...some memories are so memorable that u can't let go. Some people, some things u love so much that u can't let go."&lt;br /&gt;Monk says, " alright, let's sit down, enjoy our tea and have a little chat."&lt;br /&gt;The monk handled over a teacup to the troubled man and started pouring hot water into the teacup. The monk kept pouring till the hot water eventually over flowed. &lt;br /&gt;The troubled man, sensing the pain from the scalding hot water, immediately let go of the teacup and the teacup dropped onto the floor. &lt;br /&gt;The monk said, "In this world there's nothing u can't let go of. When you can't bear the pain anymore, you'll let go."&lt;br /&gt;Somethings, it's urs means it's urs. Things that are not urs, there's no use forcing. &lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reason. It's for you to learn and not repeat the mistakes again and get troubled in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一个故事，讲的是一个苦者找到一个和尚倾诉他的心事。&lt;br /&gt;他说：“我放不下一些事，放不下一些人。&lt;br /&gt;"和尚说：“没有什么东西是放不下的。&lt;br /&gt;"他说：“这些事和人我就偏偏放不下。&lt;br /&gt;"和尚说：＂什么事和人你放不下呢？来，我们喝杯茶慢慢说。&lt;br /&gt;"和尚让他拿着一个茶杯，然后就往里面倒热水，一直倒到水溢出来。&lt;br /&gt;苦者被烫到马上松开了手。&lt;br /&gt;和尚说：“这个世界上没有什么事是放不下的，痛了，你自然就会放下。&lt;br /&gt;"是呀，没有放不下的。是你的就是你的，不是你的强求也不是你的。经历是让我们成熟的，而不是让我们沉沦的。&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/5578202172875877132-2263671635034341646?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2263671635034341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/monk-and-mortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2263671635034341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2263671635034341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/monk-and-mortal.html' title='The monk and the mortal'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-4810539319696371079</id><published>2011-08-24T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:54:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - OCBC orientation</title><content type='html'>Day 8 at obcb bank was quite a nice day! Got to meet lots of new friends, and we all went drinking after training. But I only had a glass of pepsi. 4 bucks pepsi. :D we had fun. Lots of jokes and laughters and I really do treasure these times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after all the fun we had I had to rush to teach tuition. Was so so so tempted to call and cancel my tuition but haizzz for the student's benefits, I have to go. So right now reached hm at 10.30pm, gonna shower and do a bit of my market survey. Tml still have to go for model shoot. Wah!!! Tiring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I've just learn something and I'm gonna make a video again! It will be my third video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing my doggie pudding jumps onto me asking me for hugs. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's shy!!! She don't want to look at the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/24/1498.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/24/s_1498.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/24/1503.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/24/s_1503.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/24/1504.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/24/s_1504.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/5578202172875877132-4810539319696371079?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4810539319696371079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-8-ocbc-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4810539319696371079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4810539319696371079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-8-ocbc-orientation.html' title='Day 8 - OCBC orientation'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-5613019979705588916</id><published>2011-08-18T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:32:54.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 training at ocbc</title><content type='html'>Attachment today was fine at hdb loan centre EXCEPT, I was almost late! It was because I had to travel from boon lay all the way to toa payoh. The trip took me almost 1.5hrs. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this colleague friend of mine whom I feel she is so dumb. Dumb as in the things she did. Not mentally dumb... Or should I say she's TOO considerate. she probably wun read just see pic so...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can sit beside the air-con for the whole day till her nose is blocked and still keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;She could be so dumb to use her handphone when the ocbc department head is in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;She could be so dumb that everyone thinks her bf mistreats her and she thinks it's alright. &lt;br /&gt;She's so dumb that WE PPL think that her bf dun love her at all and one day she'll suffer but she thinks otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say. But on the way back home on the mrt, Guilt struck me. I think I don't have the right to scold her. Because I am too, just another dumb idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give people my money just because they seem poor sitting on the streets although I have not much money with me. &lt;br /&gt;I forgive my ex any amount of times for zZzing with another guy. &lt;br /&gt;I got into traffic accident just because I sped to meet my ex. &lt;br /&gt;I befriend the guy that took my ex from me and was even quite close friends. &lt;br /&gt;I would get cheated and hurt but still think it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果她回来，我怕我会再次爱上她。已经快一年了，想起我们快乐的时光时我还会落泪。我是一个爱情失败者。根本没资格吗别人。跟没资格去说爱。自从和她分开后，我没一天开心过。很多人可能觉的分开是痛得，可是我觉的痛，是因为我不能再给她幸福了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知为何，我觉得这个笨冬瓜朋友很象我。也很可爱。我永远只为别人不为己，她也如此。&lt;br /&gt;不知何时才能拥有属于我的幸福呢？可能我根本就不配拥有。真希望有人能从我心中把悲伤带走，给我幸福。我不敢去爱，也觉得我不能给一个人幸福。所以还是不要爱上任何人好。爱我的狗狗就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. 7pm ended work, 8pm start giving tuition 10+ end. 11pm then reach home. Hope my tutee improves. Hope that dumb dumb dun drink so much. Hope tml is a better day!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-5613019979705588916?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5613019979705588916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3-training-at-ocbc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5613019979705588916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5613019979705588916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3-training-at-ocbc.html' title='Day 3 training at ocbc'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-4320979301874380951</id><published>2011-08-16T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:26:53.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st perm job</title><content type='html'>As u all know, I've quit studying in NTU due to several reasons on the previous few posts. Well, life goes on, my group of friends changed and those friends in NTU didn't really chat with me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my new friends are all ocbc colleagues. They are nice people :) I can tell u, working in a bank is definitely not easy. I haven't even start work officially and the trainings and tests are killing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to learn the financial law, most of the products of ocbc, how it functions, dress code, code of conduct, Internet banking, interest rates, the stupid financial act and many more!!! It's like woah....AND, most of the tests you will need 80% to pass! PLUS, the questions are NOT easy!!! PLUS, no retests if you fail! You will have to go through the whole course again! And if fail too many or the important tests, bye bye, you can leave the bank. Late more than 2 times also bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough, but it's good that the bank sets such high standards. So that we will be well trained and will deliver the best to our customers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;I hope I can quickly learn the required skills and earn lots of money. I have to work very hard and earn lots of money. I want to buy lots of nice food, water, and basic supplies to send to Africa. I want to go there for a holiday and teach the kids there to cook, to read, to play, to give them happiness. All they need is a little care and love from us. So I promise I will work hard! :) you guys wait for me. I promise.&lt;/font&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/5578202172875877132-4320979301874380951?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4320979301874380951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-perm-job_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4320979301874380951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4320979301874380951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-perm-job_16.html' title='1st perm job'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-5963182754208580393</id><published>2011-08-11T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:31:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but happy</title><content type='html'>Recently has been busy for me but i'm happy! &lt;br /&gt;Sick for the past few days but didn't see a doctor. Merely took home left over med.&lt;br /&gt;i'm been busy with creating my own website, creating my own fashion tag, creating my own name card, creating my very own brand name. =D&lt;br /&gt;Very soon once its ready i'll be posting the link here. =)&lt;br /&gt;everything done but still lacking models for the dresses...&lt;br /&gt;Later gotta go take my class 3 basic theory test. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXGE7I4dufo/TkNo9rFDUdI/AAAAAAAAAts/CuQwxleWQ84/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXGE7I4dufo/TkNo9rFDUdI/AAAAAAAAAts/CuQwxleWQ84/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F-WC1nHlx4/TkNo-KsiclI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lBAXCmjhrQs/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F-WC1nHlx4/TkNo-KsiclI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lBAXCmjhrQs/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV4VgQdeT6I/TkNo-X2EV8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/laTvJszDu4w/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV4VgQdeT6I/TkNo-X2EV8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/laTvJszDu4w/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2006hou61rg/TkNo-mm9fKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2zok0T_-hDw/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2006hou61rg/TkNo-mm9fKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2zok0T_-hDw/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-5963182754208580393?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5963182754208580393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-but-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5963182754208580393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5963182754208580393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-but-happy.html' title='Busy but happy'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXGE7I4dufo/TkNo9rFDUdI/AAAAAAAAAts/CuQwxleWQ84/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8963201965028475328</id><published>2011-07-20T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:45:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chicken and the horse</title><content type='html'>Here's another simple video I've created. Don't expect much. =D This is just a simple video. What's important is the lessons behind the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5Y2KSpY_jyY?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it? =D Hope you people like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8963201965028475328?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8963201965028475328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicken-and-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8963201965028475328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8963201965028475328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicken-and-horse.html' title='The chicken and the horse'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5Y2KSpY_jyY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1713580744211251447</id><published>2011-07-11T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:40:55.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of giving</title><content type='html'>When I am his age, I will do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nBVkcb6j44s?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say, learn the joy of giving. what's the point of having millions like a movie star but your people are suffering? Yea you lead a comfortable life, spa, massages, tour around the world eating all kinds of top quality food. However, look at the people in this world. Share your wealth. Learnt the joy of giving, the joy of forgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1713580744211251447?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1713580744211251447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1713580744211251447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1713580744211251447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Joy of giving'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nBVkcb6j44s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1261065266340889791</id><published>2011-07-08T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:14:01.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get away from meee!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people ask me. Why do you always sleep so late? 4am!&lt;br /&gt;I'll always smile and say hmm, I think perhaps I don't need that much sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart, I know the feeling of waking up in sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been having a lot nightmares. Just last night, I dreamt that I was finally falling in love with a girl that also loves me. It all seem so well until one day I went to look for her and her sister said they're moving house. She didn't talk to me but continue packing her stuffs. Everything looks weird and my heart starts to race. Soon they sat in a lorry and was leaving. She didn't speak a word. When they're almost leaving, I gave chase and asks for a minute with that girl from her parents. They nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out and started looking at me smiling. I didn't understand and was afraid to lose her. I began questioning her where she is moving and how would I be able to contact her? she didn't say anything but gave me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said don't worry, we'll be back soon. we're just going to move to somewhere, but i'm sure we'll be back here someday. Still worried, I said, can you not go? Again, she smile and said don't worry, we'll be back =) &amp;nbsp;and we kissed for a while. Unwillingly I walked her back to the lorry and they left. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute was years to me. The pain of&amp;nbsp;separation&amp;nbsp;was unbearable. It was terrible. I felt breathless each and every second and there was nothing I could do. Years passed. But she wasn't back. Still holding on to the hope that she'll be back, i didn't fall in love with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, to my delight, I saw her sister. I dashed towards her feeling so happy thinking finally she's back. All my wishes were finally true! But her sister looked at me and said. She's already got a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world came crashing down on me and I&amp;nbsp;woke&amp;nbsp;up with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You'll have to trust me. Betrayal is never in my dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1261065266340889791?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1261065266340889791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-away-from-meee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1261065266340889791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1261065266340889791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-away-from-meee.html' title='Get away from meee!!!'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-7249952315413140506</id><published>2011-07-05T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:15:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Still sick, coughing my day away, I went for a job interview today. But it wasn't that successful. I reached at 12pm, started filling in some forms and was told to wait for the interview. Hence, I waited with&amp;nbsp;several&amp;nbsp;others. Soon it was 3 pm. The interview started. But we still had to continue to wait. One by one slowly the candidates went in. it was soon 5pm and it was STILL not yet my turn. Hence, we left. 3 of us left. Mostly left there were Indians, malaysians and people from china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not that bad today. =D during the whole waiting time, I got to know 2 other friends and got their numbers! =D what a great way to know friends right? hahahz, anyways, we promised to look out for jobs for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've brought a guitar and started playing guitar again after like 3 years+ of not touching guitar. It was him (The guy that 'took' my gf from me) and his brother that helped me a lot in choosing and&amp;nbsp;customizing&amp;nbsp;it. I thank him for all the help he's given to me and I love this guitar =) (the strings were like 30 bucks?) We really spent a lot of time in looking for guitars and playing them. I've thought him things in life and through talking to me, I think he&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;his mistakes. =) From here, I hope everyone in life learns from their mistakes and never repeat them again. Not many people could take the pain and hurt that mistakes cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MH0M6cyQtxM/ThMZr2QxIkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Stm9CIs0xvs/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MH0M6cyQtxM/ThMZr2QxIkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Stm9CIs0xvs/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6QeZHEbPI8/ThMZoY4nbaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZKZ7ag1dSzw/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6QeZHEbPI8/ThMZoY4nbaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZKZ7ag1dSzw/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzcTsYtcXNI/ThMZver1wAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rCSobUpUvjc/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzcTsYtcXNI/ThMZver1wAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rCSobUpUvjc/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where are you... I'm still waiting...&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/5578202172875877132-7249952315413140506?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7249952315413140506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7249952315413140506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7249952315413140506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MH0M6cyQtxM/ThMZr2QxIkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Stm9CIs0xvs/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-5453049711769706921</id><published>2011-06-28T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T04:20:37.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone asked me</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me, why do u blog? Are u a guy? Guys don't blog.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone asked me, why did u quit NTU? U're already in yr 3! Dun waste!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone asked me, if it's the last minute of ur life, what would you do?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone asked me, what kind of person are u? What do u hate most?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone asked me, it's been so long. Why didn't you look for a new girlfriend? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone asked me, how could u be close friends with the guy that took ur girlfriend from u? Don't u hate him?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I answered nothing. Smiling, I think she's too immature to understand. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I answered. It's only a waste if you think it is. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I answered. I would look up upon the sky, then close my eyes, listen to the melody of the earth, feel the smoothing breeze, and smile for the last time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I answered. I don't know what kind of person I am. What kind of person i am depends on how well you understand me. None understand me fully. I am a very complicated yet simple person. I hate people lying. if you dun feel like saying, say so. Dun lie. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I didn't know what to say. This question made me think of a lot. In my heart, I want someone who understands me. Who can be with me for life. Who won't lie to me and hurt me. I don't need a girlfriend. I need a life long partner. I need someone who loves me. I totally understand the feeling of being cheated so I won't cheat on my beloved.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've always like watching 倩女幽魂. The love story is so touching. I hope I was the guy in the show. As long as you love me and I love you, that's enough. But fate hasn't bring me one yet. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I answered. He didn't took my girlfriend from me. She choose to break up and be with another. I don't hate him. I thank him for letting me know what kind of girlfriend she is. Lastly anyone can be my friend. I don't loathe anyone because they did something bad to me. No matter what you did, how many times you did it, you're still my friend. Close friends are chosen based on character. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-5453049711769706921?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5453049711769706921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/someone-asked-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5453049711769706921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/5453049711769706921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/someone-asked-me.html' title='Someone asked me'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-4084215231456029321</id><published>2011-06-25T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:37:33.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Recently has been not so well for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad lost his job&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quit studying in NTU after i've studied for 1 yr+ and now i'm in yr 3&lt;br /&gt;Looking for job, but still looking&lt;br /&gt;Financial not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Love life sucks too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT still, Look on the bright side of life! =D&lt;br /&gt;Jia you jia you jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-4084215231456029321?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4084215231456029321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4084215231456029321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4084215231456029321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8601793817408760392</id><published>2011-06-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:31:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Holidays has been so bored for me. zZz at 3am, wake up at 4pm... -.-! There's nothing to do! i'm so so so bored... No meeting up with friends, not going out, no where to go, nobody to accompany, nothing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8601793817408760392?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8601793817408760392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8601793817408760392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8601793817408760392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-622758031290080593</id><published>2011-05-26T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:52:28.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YtD1Asu2zNY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-622758031290080593?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/622758031290080593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/622758031290080593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/622758031290080593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!!'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YtD1Asu2zNY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8900392399874109455</id><published>2011-05-04T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:38:15.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>exams are coming. Although i'm not studying much, I'm gonna to disappear on blog for a while till 20th may. =D i'm come back with something inspirational. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8900392399874109455?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8900392399874109455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8900392399874109455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8900392399874109455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-546834589639386936</id><published>2011-04-19T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:19:11.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>A friend once told me this. he said everyone has choices in life. everyone can choose in life. There're lots of choices in life to let you choose. What you are now and what you will be is what you choose to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I agreed with him. But I knocked him out with a situation where one has no choice. Don't get me wrong. yes I agree that everyone has choices. However, in some situations we're forced to make choices. Which leaves us with 'No choice',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you guys the situation. Lets say you're crossing the road you've checked carefully and there're no cars so you proceed to cross the road. Suddenly, a sports car speeding at 250km/h came out of nowhere. You're stunned. Do you have a choice to say I don't want the car to hit me? No. you actually have no choice. Because the car is coming at such a speed that you don't even have time to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example. You met with a bike accident and you fractured both your arms. You're seriously injured, but you're alive. Soon the ambulance came. Do you have a choice to say you don't want to go to the hospital? No. you do not have a choice no matter what you say. You can say your mother is gonna die, you can say you are on the way to save 5 children's life, you can even say if you go to hospital, earth will be destroyed. No matter what you say, you will be forced to the hospital. No choice. The ambulance team would take it as you hit you head and you are not in the right state of mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kind of situations you have no choice at all. Even if you don't speed and abide by all traffic rules, that doesn't mean other people will not hit you. When you have no choice, you can only let the heavens decide. But in life most of the time you will have choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When making choices, it actually determines what kind of person you are. You can be a selfish person, you can be a&amp;nbsp;scheming&amp;nbsp;person, all kinds of personalities. If you guys wanna be a better person, please make the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; choice. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the majority choice. This is very important. Make the right choice. Do not fear, think through carefully. Always make the right choice from the start. Even if you're already wrong from the start, stop the wrong doings already. Start doing things right. The heavens is watching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-546834589639386936?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/546834589639386936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/546834589639386936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/546834589639386936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1599691417881453076</id><published>2011-04-13T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:56:19.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一路上有你</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4WYOB956fnw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i79chYX2NWg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this video. Please take a few minutes of your time to watch. Its really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1599691417881453076?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1599691417881453076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1599691417881453076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1599691417881453076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='一路上有你'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4WYOB956fnw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-3070731711094677259</id><published>2011-04-09T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:05:30.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Most of you guys may not know this, but I have a child. But i'm single. hahaz. Take a look at her cute pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my cute little Pudding doggie =D Taking care of her is much more tiring that taking care of a actual baby. I'll have to take care of her for a lifetime. Pick up her droppings, wipe her pee, comb her fur, clean her ears, clean her 'house', teach her sit, stay all these human languages, must understand her dog language, feed her, Etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woah, it's really tough and challenging. Some people have maids or mum to help, I don't have. I really feel like a mother now and I can finally understand how tough it is to be a good mother. Through all these, I hope it prepares me better in the future when I have kids. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQOBaskqd0/TZ9OQk7YvgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hxdr7enNw0c/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQOBaskqd0/TZ9OQk7YvgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hxdr7enNw0c/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNs68fATK7A/TZ9OM4rw2KI/AAAAAAAAAtA/X54kjduyZrU/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNs68fATK7A/TZ9OM4rw2KI/AAAAAAAAAtA/X54kjduyZrU/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7XjIehL-JY/TZ9OUZXyKAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QUa0mz7xxcg/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7XjIehL-JY/TZ9OUZXyKAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QUa0mz7xxcg/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmQs4XN9hl8/TZ9Obb8EZ6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Up9CkkuwT48/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmQs4XN9hl8/TZ9Obb8EZ6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Up9CkkuwT48/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3gu2Ljhns/TZ9OYRxhrcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zCsrPSi5ZkM/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3gu2Ljhns/TZ9OYRxhrcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zCsrPSi5ZkM/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG5YV8OWGe0/TZ9M_MkCLPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dv2dp-lsGtY/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG5YV8OWGe0/TZ9M_MkCLPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dv2dp-lsGtY/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;CUTE right? =D She is so so so smart. I've only had her for 3 weeks or so but she learnt sit, jump, lie down, stay and play dead (not so well). She learned all these in a very short amount of time! But she is not good at toilet trained. She pee on my bed making me so mad. not once, not twice but thrice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;-.-!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways my birthday passed quite some time ago and here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSatXeh5PqI/TZ9N85NtB4I/AAAAAAAAAs0/NA_XUqoMozg/s1600/189884_1766521296200_1634192250_1668665_4907058_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSatXeh5PqI/TZ9N85NtB4I/AAAAAAAAAs0/NA_XUqoMozg/s320/189884_1766521296200_1634192250_1668665_4907058_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIOLckC5gy4/TaKnYx50MpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0700I5nBhZ8/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIOLckC5gy4/TaKnYx50MpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0700I5nBhZ8/s320/Untitled.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QFPp_RnIEM/TZ9N9enl0JI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dUToT4EXwNE/s1600/198288_1766542976742_1634192250_1668715_1899407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QFPp_RnIEM/TZ9N9enl0JI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dUToT4EXwNE/s320/198288_1766542976742_1634192250_1668715_1899407_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these people that celebrated for me. After living for 23 years, it's my first time I cut my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I had friends celebrating it for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the very first time they sing birthday song for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they're my brother's friends but they're very&amp;nbsp;thoughtful. My own friends have never celebrated for me before. 23 years not even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake was wonderful! ice-creamed chocolate cake that was picked my my brother and&amp;nbsp;Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLz5sOeiAM/TZ9POOG5eqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ef2YhySZzXw/s1600/188714_1766535336551_1634192250_1668704_2655380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLz5sOeiAM/TZ9POOG5eqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ef2YhySZzXw/s320/188714_1766535336551_1634192250_1668704_2655380_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made 3 wishes and I hope they come true =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those whom knew and remembered my birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big MUACKS to all of you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-3070731711094677259?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3070731711094677259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/3070731711094677259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/3070731711094677259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-child.html' title='I have a child'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQOBaskqd0/TZ9OQk7YvgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hxdr7enNw0c/s72-c/IMG_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-7022554353256243772</id><published>2011-04-05T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:10:08.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Recently these few days I didn't study and didn't feel like studying. All I learn is skills, skills and skills. From&amp;nbsp;kindergarten, we're taught to learn maths, English, mother tongue etc. When we grew older, we went to secondary schools and Junior colleges and Polytechnics and all the top schools to learn advanced math, English and mother tongue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have learn are all skills, skills, and skills. I'm tired and sick of those formulas, calculations and theories. Is this what my life is for? Lets say I could live till 80. I'm now already 20+. One quarter of my life is gone and I've noticed I've learnt nothing but skills. Just like an&amp;nbsp;athletic&amp;nbsp;who trains everyday, and each day he's muscles get bigger and stronger. But what's the use? (In my case its skills) Is he happy? Is that what life is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the world now. It's become so horrible that people nowadays just train and train and train. Look at my friends and some are like zombies. Just to get that degree certificate. The world now sees nothing but&amp;nbsp;qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that sees this, I beg of you, take a deep breath and think. the world's so horrible that all the killer machines, chemicals, green house effects are all caused by the most&amp;nbsp;intelligent&amp;nbsp;people. I bet a poly or JC student could not invent a nuclear machine. I bet a primary school student cannot invent&amp;nbsp;missiles&amp;nbsp;All these things, they are created by professors, scientists. The most intelligent of human species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the world lacking?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're smart? Look at the people around you.&amp;nbsp;Backstabbers, disloyalty, cheats, lies, robbers, rapers, selfish people, people full of complains, all these, all intelligent people. But lacking moral knowledge. Lacking Ethics. What's the use if you so smart but you're dishonest, selfish and evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are born kind, sweet, lovely. Babies wouldn't charge at someone with a knife. It's actually the way that they are brought up that causes them to be evil. Schools doesn't teach Moral and ethics lessons. Teachers in schools only teach skills. Without even teaching the proper ways to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the world really needs to slow down and teach their people the correct values, morals and ethics. If the world is really coming to an end, it's people killing people. Not meteor&amp;nbsp;storms,&amp;nbsp;floods, earthquakes and what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THINK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to get high&amp;nbsp;qualifications?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ans: Its because&amp;nbsp;people wanna be professors, scientists, managers, directors, singers, business owners etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people wanna be professors, scientists, managers, directors, singers, business owners?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they wanted to be great people and contribute to the&amp;nbsp;society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;No. They don't. It's because of money. It's because they wanna be rich and wanna lead a good life. Therefore they want to be rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, they will never be happy. They have contributed ZERO to the society if what they had invented are used in the&amp;nbsp;wrong&amp;nbsp;ways. Their life is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth,&lt;br /&gt;Grow,&lt;br /&gt;Learn all the formulas and languages in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Learn and learn all the Maths formulas, day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Get the title of professor, thinking that that is the way to lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;Work and earn big bucks, thinking as long as they're rich, they can lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;Become richer and richer&lt;br /&gt;Buy expensive, luxury stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Complain that they are poor, not enough to cover their expenses,&lt;br /&gt;Work harder and harder, earn more and more&lt;br /&gt;Buy more cars and houses,&lt;br /&gt;get old, live&amp;nbsp;comfortably&lt;br /&gt;And die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their whole life, they don't know the real meaning of happiness. They just wanna live comfortably, and die. In fact, they are just lazy and selfish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next post, i'll share with you guys happiness and the meaning of life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-7022554353256243772?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7022554353256243772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7022554353256243772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7022554353256243772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-6835607367786083371</id><published>2011-03-25T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:25:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated humans</title><content type='html'>Humans are so complicated. Some have hidden agendas, some seem complicated but simple, its really tough getting to know someone by heart. I wish to ask you guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in a relationship for 3 years, not married, and one day you see a stranger (guy) holding a knife charging at your loved one, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You would be shocked and would not react&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You would shout to inform your loved one to dodge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) You would run and attack/push away the stranger holding a knife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You would run forward and block the attack for your loved one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) You would stood rooted to the ground and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) You would run forward and push your loved one away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Grab anything and throw at the stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the seven options above, you can only choose one that you will react. You must ask yourself truthfully before answering. =) Some of the options you might get stabbed while you save your partner. Some options your partner would get stabbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what would you do? Those interested could send me an sms or comment here =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-6835607367786083371?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6835607367786083371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/humans-are-so-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6835607367786083371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6835607367786083371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/humans-are-so-complicated.html' title='Complicated humans'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-4400159180983785486</id><published>2011-03-19T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:05:31.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it your all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a girl that loves to eat chocolates and has lot of chocolates in her house. Living below her, there's this boy with lots of gemstones. Gemstones of all kinds. They soon get to know one another, grew up together and fell in love with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, the girl asks the guy. "Can I have all your gemstones and in exchange, I'll give you all my chocolates?" Smiling, the guy replied, "Alright, you can have all my gemstones." =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the girl went back to her house and gathered all the chocolate she has and the guy also went back to his house and gathered all his gemstones ready to give everything to the girl. The girl however thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe I should keep 1 chocolate for my own. He won't know anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the girl kept the most delicious chocolate in her house and gave the rest to the guy in exchange for the gemstones. The guy happily handled over to her all his gemstones and seeing her smile, he was so glad. He felt that he was the most happiest person on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon night falls and they both went to sleep. The guy slept with a smile while the girl was unable to sleep. She kept thinking and thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did he really give me all his gemstones and not like me, keeping one of my chocolate?" She kept doubting and couldn't sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People often say that in a relationship, it best not to give your everything to your partner. It is because If your partner leaves, you'll be left with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To me, I beg to differ. I feel that in a relationship, you should always give 100% to your beloved one instead of not giving in your everything and keep doubting. If she really left, you should remember her smile always. You will be left with priceless memories that nothing can buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Giving in 100% to your relationships can be a real bliss. If both partners give in 100% to each other, there should be no problem that you both cannot work out. If the relationship turns sour, don't worry. You have already give in your best. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-4400159180983785486?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4400159180983785486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/give-it-your-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4400159180983785486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/4400159180983785486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/give-it-your-all.html' title='Give it your all'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-6692615735017355369</id><published>2011-03-18T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:13:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful techniques</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; " &gt;1) Ants Problem : Ants hate cucumbers. Keep the skin of cucumbers near the place or ant hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNpoEgR8V5I/TYNYUO8jptI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EcqC-hSQxVQ/s320/usefultips1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585405067502266066" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;2) To remove ink from clothes : Put toothpaste on the ink spots generously and let it dry completely, then wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjaBfKnzOFg/TYNYUcNp-HI/AAAAAAAAAso/2m8WCKBgeW8/s320/usefultips6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585405071063644274" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;3) To get rid of mice or rats : sprinkle black pepper in places where you find mice or rats. They will run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;4) To get pure and clean ice : Boil water first before freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;5) To make the mirror shine : Clean with alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;6) To whiten white clothes : Soak white clothes in hot water with a slice of lemon for 10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;7) To give a shine to hair : Add one teaspoon of vinegar to hair, then wash hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;8) To avoid tears while cutting onions : Chew gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;9) To remove chewing gum from clothes : Keep the cloth in the freezer for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-6692615735017355369?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6692615735017355369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/useful-techniques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6692615735017355369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6692615735017355369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/useful-techniques.html' title='Useful techniques'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNpoEgR8V5I/TYNYUO8jptI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EcqC-hSQxVQ/s72-c/usefultips1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8002405441077827809</id><published>2011-03-12T01:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:29:53.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>What are promises to you? &lt;div&gt;To me, promises are agreements made by people and never to be broken. That's what a promise means to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember seeing a love story where a girl and a guy promises to meet one another at a lake. The guy had planned to propose to the girl. But the girl did not show up... The guy waits there till night fall. Waits till it's raining. On the second day, heartbroken, he threw the ring into the lake. And decides to look for her at her house. When he reaches her house, her mum said she has gone overseas. Sad, he left. And he saw the things he gave to her all in the garbage dumb of her house. He ran away, heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his heart, he thinks that promises are meant to be broken and he never trust again. Little did he know that the girl did not break the promise. she met with an accident when she was on the way to meet him. She was hospitalized and couldn't get out of bed. thou several times she tries to crawl out of bed despite the injuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what my promises are. When I promised something, I'll fulfill it no matter what it takes and no matter what is hindering me. I will not break my promise unless I'm dead. Even if I'm hospitalized, I will get out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened to me while i was on the way to meet my ex last year. Eager to meet her and i was late, I sped. Met with a bike accident and badly injured bleeding all over. But I got up on my feet, called her and went shopping mall to get new clothes and went over to her chalet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following pictures might disgust you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBV_ZQCnym8/TXplG839YhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pEVRgiCAodw/s1600/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBV_ZQCnym8/TXplG839YhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pEVRgiCAodw/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582885858173608466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjNLnwgnxLM/TXpleEmQrVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/soDJvEIGl1U/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjNLnwgnxLM/TXpleEmQrVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/soDJvEIGl1U/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582886255383850322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-2k_e0FhE/TXplFSPfgkI/AAAAAAAAArw/poCzp0XoKrE/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582885829549720130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTbXN9Oee8U/TXplGcAklBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/olDZ7nFGBbI/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTbXN9Oee8U/TXplGcAklBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/olDZ7nFGBbI/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582885849351361554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuQ702TTxoE/TXplGInqKYI/AAAAAAAAAsA/LvQkve7upSo/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582885844146596226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1C_TIutC1A/TXplF1sOPmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/p32GGYJEcuA/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582885839065464418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting hurt all over is not the toughest part. The toughest part is that i'm hurt all over except my head and I still have to pretend nothing happened during the chalet. It was because her parents are there and I cannot let them know i'm injured in a bike accident. The pain was so unbearable I can't sleep at all but she slept like a log. My heart hurts the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to walk properly as if nothing happened, I'll have to secretly change padding with her help cause the blood is like overflowing. I'll have to stay there for 2 days 1 night and i'm bleeding like tap water. Still I hanged on. BBQ was hell for me. the heat just makes things worst. My neck, elbows, back, both palms, left knee, both foot were injured and I still have to walk to the supermarket to get red wine for her mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like super hurting. But I acted as if nothing happened. everyone was deceived. &lt;b&gt;A true lover see the hurt in your heart while others are deceived by ur smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I promised something, I'll do it. Nothing can stop me. I've promised to go for the chalet. I cannot disappoint her. =)  too bad she didn't treasured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8002405441077827809?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8002405441077827809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8002405441077827809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8002405441077827809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBV_ZQCnym8/TXplG839YhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/pEVRgiCAodw/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1300625255957213494</id><published>2011-03-10T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:13:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Share with you guys a song. This song has a lot of meaning to me and I love it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm gonna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1300625255957213494?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1300625255957213494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/share-with-you-guys-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1300625255957213494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1300625255957213494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/share-with-you-guys-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2175572778173395955</id><published>2011-03-07T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:08:44.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emoing + Sad recently. not gonna blog...Exams are near but i'm not studying at all. What is wrong with me? When I come back, i'll create a video for u guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is wrong with me. Feels so moody and don't feel like doing anything. just sit there on my bed, looking out of the window, smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-2175572778173395955?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2175572778173395955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/emoing-sad-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2175572778173395955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2175572778173395955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/emoing-sad-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uelHwf8o7_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2154673330724092636</id><published>2011-03-04T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:35:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple apology</title><content type='html'>I'm always soft hearted. Tough on the outside but brittle inside. Have u ever heard of this phrase? " The person that always help others is the one that needs help the most and the person who is always smiling is the one that needs happiness the most."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sort of like that. =) I believe the world is full of good people and there is no evil person no matter what they've done. I believe as long as you are determined to observe and be patient, you will notice that everyone in this world is good and you will hate no one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone will make mistakes. Hence an apology is always the way to solve things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An apology consist of three parts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was my fault and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can I make things better?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When you said i'm sorry, it shows that you are&lt;b&gt; willing to say sorry&lt;/b&gt; and make sure you meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When you said it was my fault, you are showing that u are apologetic and &lt;b&gt;willing to admit&lt;/b&gt; you mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What's most important is this third part which most people skip. By doing "how can i make it better?" you are actually showing that you are &lt;b&gt;willing to change&lt;/b&gt; for the better. It shows your sincerity.&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/5578202172875877132-2154673330724092636?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2154673330724092636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2154673330724092636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2154673330724092636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-apology.html' title='A simple apology'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-570154788602283007</id><published>2011-03-01T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T03:03:20.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab report</title><content type='html'>Its so late le but i'm still doing lab report. So bored to the max...&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was thinking, can someone on earth actually be so similar to you? I mean the personality. I have this friend whom is like so similar to me. In terms of relationship and in term of likes and dislikes and character, family history, birthdays, songs you like, the ideal relationship you have in mind and stuffs like that. Its like so amazing. I actually spent more than 3 hrs reading posts on the facebook wall without knowing it. Its really OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a few 20+ more days its my birthday. In 10+ more days the birthday present I brought for myself will arrive. I'm so happie =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, Take a look at these amazing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;microsculptures. Vladimir Aniskin is a genius of microminiatures from Russia, creates these unbelievable microscultures on rice, hairs, poppy seeds and grape seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zimtmw3ANE/TWvvOIwn2WI/AAAAAAAAArY/B9wISygzLIA/s1600/russianart6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zimtmw3ANE/TWvvOIwn2WI/AAAAAAAAArY/B9wISygzLIA/s400/russianart6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578815589577120098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbJjeJ2tvo/TWvvN1rwoSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EG3ODaHvJmU/s1600/russianart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbJjeJ2tvo/TWvvN1rwoSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EG3ODaHvJmU/s1600/russianart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbJjeJ2tvo/TWvvN1rwoSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EG3ODaHvJmU/s400/russianart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578815584456450338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like WTH.... Its so small! Its pictures and words drawn on a rice seed! OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbJjeJ2tvo/TWvvN1rwoSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EG3ODaHvJmU/s1600/russianart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bF5KtAx5QUo/TWvvOzfr-7I/AAAAAAAAAro/Ad-u-tFQlyU/s1600/russianart8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bF5KtAx5QUo/TWvvOzfr-7I/AAAAAAAAAro/Ad-u-tFQlyU/s400/russianart8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578815601048812466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Pinocchio on a GRAPE SEED... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Y6ESgnZ34/TWvvOW9lieI/AAAAAAAAArg/bgdlnXQRs1k/s1600/russianart5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Y6ESgnZ34/TWvvOW9lieI/AAAAAAAAArg/bgdlnXQRs1k/s400/russianart5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578815593389591010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 camels in a hair. Their height less than 0.08mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWx4TGfY7og/TWvvEoipB4I/AAAAAAAAArI/ItqG52g5wh4/s1600/russianart9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWx4TGfY7og/TWvvEoipB4I/AAAAAAAAArI/ItqG52g5wh4/s1600/russianart9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWx4TGfY7og/TWvvEoipB4I/AAAAAAAAArI/ItqG52g5wh4/s400/russianart9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578815426309719938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chess set made from walnut shell. Its like soooooo small! OMG. Wind Blow gone already. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-570154788602283007?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/570154788602283007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/lab-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/570154788602283007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/570154788602283007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/lab-report.html' title='Lab report'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zimtmw3ANE/TWvvOIwn2WI/AAAAAAAAArY/B9wISygzLIA/s72-c/russianart6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-769947384185235402</id><published>2011-02-27T05:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T05:16:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex toys for doggies</title><content type='html'>its 5:07am.....And i haven zZz yet. Was doing lab report and surfing the net for treats or my Little pudding poodle when i came across this...-.-!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjAE0r5w2oE/TWlsN6v-q0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/pXQBuWcXPbk/s1600/hotdoll7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjAE0r5w2oE/TWlsN6v-q0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/pXQBuWcXPbk/s400/hotdoll7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578108599839664962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSToMYLsFJ4/TWlsN7cCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/wgUi4O_H1f8/s1600/hotdoll5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSToMYLsFJ4/TWlsN7cCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/wgUi4O_H1f8/s400/hotdoll5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578108600024449906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2cqGpHXxs/TWlsNl1DMOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jouCoWB253o/s1600/hotdoll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2cqGpHXxs/TWlsNl1DMOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jouCoWB253o/s1600/hotdoll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2cqGpHXxs/TWlsNl1DMOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jouCoWB253o/s400/hotdoll2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578108594223788258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2cqGpHXxs/TWlsNl1DMOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jouCoWB253o/s1600/hotdoll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The toy still has got hole at the butt area. A bit disgusting isn't it? =D Lucky my Pudding can't use this anyway. Its for male species only =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything I see the pictures, I feel...*Vomits... Haha =D But its interesting what people invent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-769947384185235402?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/769947384185235402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex-toys-for-doggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/769947384185235402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/769947384185235402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex-toys-for-doggies.html' title='Sex toys for doggies'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjAE0r5w2oE/TWlsN6v-q0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/pXQBuWcXPbk/s72-c/hotdoll7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1715040085193183925</id><published>2011-02-25T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:33:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making heart shape boiled eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Hey guys, recently i'm busy with my lab report. but still I'll share some sweet romantic do-it-yourselves stuffs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;In this article, I've learned how to make sweet heart shaped eggs for your loved ones instead of the plain ones =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 1: Cut milk carton and fold it in half lengthwise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stewpig.com/others/food/how-to-make-a-heart-shaped-hard-boiled-egg-10-pics/2011/02/23/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stewpig.com/others/food/how-to-make-a-heart-shaped-hard-boiled-egg-10-pics/2011/02/23/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgj4fxqoTog/TWjIG9rMRsI/AAAAAAAAApI/WMeYzc-475U/s1600/heartshapedegg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgj4fxqoTog/TWjIG9rMRsI/AAAAAAAAApI/WMeYzc-475U/s400/heartshapedegg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928160458852034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 2: Make a hard boiled egg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCVdQIaJZW0/TWjIG8nRz6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-eWgNdOh_10/s1600/heartshapedegg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCVdQIaJZW0/TWjIG8nRz6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-eWgNdOh_10/s400/heartshapedegg2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928160174002082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a rel="attachment wp-att-59564" href="http://www.stewpig.com/others/food/how-to-make-a-heart-shaped-hard-boiled-egg-10-pics/2011/02/23/attachment/heartshapedegg2/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 3: While the egg is still warm, peel the egg and put the egg on the milk carton, place a chopstick on the center of the egg, and put rubber bands on the both ends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teIwVGv4Z8k/TWjIHA9BCZI/AAAAAAAAApY/MkTibJyB68w/s1600/heartshapedegg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teIwVGv4Z8k/TWjIHA9BCZI/AAAAAAAAApY/MkTibJyB68w/s400/heartshapedegg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928161338919314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a rel="attachment wp-att-59563" href="http://www.stewpig.com/others/food/how-to-make-a-heart-shaped-hard-boiled-egg-10-pics/2011/02/23/attachment/heartshapedegg3/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 4: Leave it for about 10 minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leQDAJ85ZTs/TWjIHXW3DrI/AAAAAAAAApg/_DLR86NDeR4/s1600/heartshapedegg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leQDAJ85ZTs/TWjIHXW3DrI/AAAAAAAAApg/_DLR86NDeR4/s400/heartshapedegg4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928167352897202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 5: Take the chopstick off and cut the egg in half.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyKIaCjBQyU/TWjIHTgoCPI/AAAAAAAAApo/s0xvV_Wkufc/s1600/heartshapedegg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyKIaCjBQyU/TWjIHTgoCPI/AAAAAAAAApo/s0xvV_Wkufc/s400/heartshapedegg5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928166320113906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTCLoEm8JPU/TWjIQ0Cse2I/AAAAAAAAApw/SostqwD-cFo/s1600/heartshapedegg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTCLoEm8JPU/TWjIQ0Cse2I/AAAAAAAAApw/SostqwD-cFo/s400/heartshapedegg6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928329671768930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgXtQYpW-uA/TWjIRwV4TJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Y_ZPy8qy70A/s1600/heartshapedegg10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgXtQYpW-uA/TWjIRwV4TJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Y_ZPy8qy70A/s400/heartshapedegg10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928345858362514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSEft9zmKDM/TWjIRseob8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/0ytdIKJyLvI/s1600/heartshapedegg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSEft9zmKDM/TWjIRseob8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/0ytdIKJyLvI/s400/heartshapedegg9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577928344821329858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;But guys it takes a few tries to do it. The egg have to be hot when you use the chopstick and press on it and make sure u don't press too hard. =) jia you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Sometimes i feel Single is better O.o! hahahaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1715040085193183925?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1715040085193183925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-heart-shape-boiled-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1715040085193183925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1715040085193183925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-heart-shape-boiled-eggs.html' title='Making heart shape boiled eggs'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgj4fxqoTog/TWjIG9rMRsI/AAAAAAAAApI/WMeYzc-475U/s72-c/heartshapedegg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8075829762384364017</id><published>2011-02-22T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:01:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's smallest fish tank!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYycEVaRJmI/TWPNrEWUYPI/AAAAAAAAApA/JNLoxjKY2CU/s1600/smallestaquarium1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYycEVaRJmI/TWPNrEWUYPI/AAAAAAAAApA/JNLoxjKY2CU/s320/smallestaquarium1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576526903400227058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so cute! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8075829762384364017?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8075829762384364017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/worlds-smallest-fish-tank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8075829762384364017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8075829762384364017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/worlds-smallest-fish-tank.html' title='World&apos;s smallest fish tank!'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYycEVaRJmI/TWPNrEWUYPI/AAAAAAAAApA/JNLoxjKY2CU/s72-c/smallestaquarium1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-7885189930114866909</id><published>2011-02-21T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:17:32.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Sunday 2011</title><content type='html'>On sunday I went to Johor! =D&lt;div&gt;Not went to shop but when to service my bike and repair the brakes. One thing I'm very amazed is I rode all the way to Malaysia with dad without brakes! haha! During the ride to malaysia, when passing through causeway link, the WHOLE RIVER was BEAUTIFUL! =D Too bad i was riding can't stop to take a picture. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the bike shop it took 1hr plus to service my whole bike and overall i think they did great! Better service than singapore. Singapore service they only change engine oil, spark plug, then wipe wipe a bit. thats all. Malaysia was good. They change my tire, repair brake, change engine oil, adjust mirror, test ride, change bearing, so good lo! Somemore the price is CHEAP! hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3MifE8catA/TWJRZyGedfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6dYxzv7JMTg/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3MifE8catA/TWJRZyGedfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6dYxzv7JMTg/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576108792025609714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun get it wrong this is not my bike.  I find this bike like bicycle so I snap a pic. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eetE5kFQ8As/TWJU2X4WvxI/AAAAAAAAAow/u78wQxN1Oo8/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eetE5kFQ8As/TWJU2X4WvxI/AAAAAAAAAow/u78wQxN1Oo8/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576112581738151698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my ride =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I like to go to sit by the beach and feel the breeze, listen to the waves, smell the sea and look at the horizon. Its perfect. But singapore beach sux...and they are far from my house. So on Saturday, I went to this lake =) guess where it is? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOdkGlHlQb0/TWJRZn_BHqI/AAAAAAAAAog/zUzIEuB514M/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOdkGlHlQb0/TWJRZn_BHqI/AAAAAAAAAog/zUzIEuB514M/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576108789309972130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaz its nice =) I remember I use to sit by the benches and relax. It brings back so much memories. The memories I had with her. The memories I had when I first brought her to this place. The memories when we chase each other around the lake and finally she got tired and lay down beside me. Both silenced and at that moment when we look at each other was perfect. I missed that kind of feeling. The feeling of love, simple happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she had left. I just hope she remembers all these happiness memories. I wish I had someone who enjoys trips like this rather than always shopping. Nowadays girls always like to go shopping on dates. I prefer nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-7885189930114866909?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7885189930114866909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/20th-sunday-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7885189930114866909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7885189930114866909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/20th-sunday-2011.html' title='20th Sunday 2011'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3MifE8catA/TWJRZyGedfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6dYxzv7JMTg/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-1195936617216470541</id><published>2011-02-18T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:47:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late for school</title><content type='html'>Today school was at 8.30am, I woke up at 6.30am, zZz back, 7.00am woke up, zZz back, finally 7.40am i woke up. Went to take a shower and brush my teeth &amp;amp; wash up. 8am got out of the bathroom, went to comb my hair, grab my bag, and left the house. It was 8.15am by then. -.-!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! I'm late for school but I didn't care. I'm always late. =D But today was my lab session! AND I'll have to submit lap report for that lab! Oh shit... Luckily a taxi came by and i flag it down. Oh man! Cab fare was expensive! I spend $8! And I was still late. -.-! reached the lab at 8.45am and quickly do the experiments. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kc5kTettMU/TV5WZeJBDJI/AAAAAAAAAno/Q6oAgN8Pfjs/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kc5kTettMU/TV5WZeJBDJI/AAAAAAAAAno/Q6oAgN8Pfjs/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574988384318852242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Don't know call what machine already... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saVtDiAi0FU/TV5WZhxaikI/AAAAAAAAAnw/vZrkG2pbR-o/s200/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574988385293601346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a look at this white board... SO MANY FORMULAS so many descriptions, plus still got drawing and diagrams how to see?! Like ants la! OMG the Professor is killing us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MTRwEvHAek/TV5WaL9x5kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jdK55Osh8es/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MTRwEvHAek/TV5WaL9x5kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jdK55Osh8es/s200/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574988396619753026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RTQVLP2Zuk/TV5WZ6TdiSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ZDoh-uHaTaE/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574988391878854946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24-HUyvnOHY/TV5ZqygLg6I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5aaazbqJiVE/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24-HUyvnOHY/TV5ZqygLg6I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5aaazbqJiVE/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574991980377375650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iW_uV3NuAF8/TV5ZrSl1-QI/AAAAAAAAAoY/P6-13iXiw24/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574991988991064322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz Patterns of sleeping in school. HAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished school and now i have to do my lab report. zZz.... I'm so bored!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-1195936617216470541?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1195936617216470541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-for-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1195936617216470541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/1195936617216470541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-for-school.html' title='Late for school'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kc5kTettMU/TV5WZeJBDJI/AAAAAAAAAno/Q6oAgN8Pfjs/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-7818982950907561594</id><published>2011-02-17T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:03:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How to make my blog interesting so I'll have more readers? hmm... People normally dun read blogs unless its person they like or concern. Plus blogger is so unorganized. I can't create buttons and sections like videos section, photos section...Anyone? advice please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys read my blog, then I'll help you guys too. If you have any questions that you can't solve, maybe an opinion would be good? anything at all. Relationship questions, friendship questions, anything at all. I'll try to answer them. But I doubt anyone would ask a dumb guy like me. hahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share a knowledge I know with you guys =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VvbLJ9rHMMk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice Right? IF you can open ur ring finger, that means ur middle finger is not properly joined. The knuckles/joints of ur middle finger did not touch each other. =) they must touch each other =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-7818982950907561594?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7818982950907561594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7818982950907561594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7818982950907561594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/advice.html' title='Advice?'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VvbLJ9rHMMk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-807057470121213778</id><published>2011-02-15T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:21:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must always look at the whole picture</title><content type='html'>Always look at the whole picture and don't jump into conclusions! That's what I learnt!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fm3E1fKxGDY/TVqRsYFSzsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ERPsbCf5z9Y/s400/umbrella1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927680389336770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB9YJS5477U/TVqRsTUnsZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bYk9aEdbNVg/s400/umbrella2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927679111442834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C46XF98cki4/TVqRsP8_qZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5lEuklj_YeU/s400/umbrella3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573927678207043986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! Cool Right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, today is a tiring day, School was as usual, I was blur in tutorials and have to study on my own... I've recently just decided to end a friendship with a close friend. Its because I felt he's not worth my friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He was my good friend for 5 years already. I've stayed at his house before, slept on the same bed before, played games together, laugh together, studied together... basically we are like buddies. Very close buddies I even cried infront of his family members when my ex broke up with me. I treated his like a real friend. But I decide its enough. Let the happy memories stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MQjc4K1knw/TVqUI0mpmWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fagLDDzg00k/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MQjc4K1knw/TVqUI0mpmWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fagLDDzg00k/s200/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930368105027938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMrsx-3WK9U/TVqUJh0Vm6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZWn5lD2UXAw/s200/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930380242033570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZOb36kwLs/TVqUIk77pSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AYs8kUiTrDM/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZOb36kwLs/TVqUIk77pSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AYs8kUiTrDM/s200/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930363899323682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7D5eeuMiXU/TVqUlsnsOvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KQ201__g1Rc/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930864178117362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-n-ydDXnBk/TVqUIerGLtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BjtZuqLyN00/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-n-ydDXnBk/TVqUIerGLtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BjtZuqLyN00/s200/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930362218098386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOV0jg1Ze4M/TVqUH9mMV9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/_CaizGSe61c/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930353339160530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These pictures were the reason we quarreled. These pictures were taken in the male toilet. I spent so much efforts taking all these nice pictures together, our memories. The times we studied together. But because his ex says the photos look gay, he said he agreed, took down the photos from facebook. I just kept quiet. I don't mind all these because it's his profile. When his ex say its gay, I wasn't angry at all. She is just immature. I was thinking, taking pictures in the toilet means gay? I'm not taking any obscene photos. my conscience is clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I defended him saying those photos were nice and I spent lots of effort. There's nothing wrong. So the matter rest for a while, and i just kept quiet and smiled. But weeks later, he sms me scolding me gay and wrote this in his comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;"I was forced into gayism. Braden was too excited cause it was his first time ever at changi airport. So he was too fascinated by the amazing toilet." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;His ex replied :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;What the hell&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;. Are you serious? Braden you never travel before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;So what's wrong with never been tochangi airport? To all these nonsense I just kept quiet until he sms me to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbuSsjFjuww/TVqYbihSkVI/AAAAAAAAAng/DD0p997x_7k/s1600/181994_10150136040701278_675851277_8304604_1530281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbuSsjFjuww/TVqYbihSkVI/AAAAAAAAAng/DD0p997x_7k/s320/181994_10150136040701278_675851277_8304604_1530281_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573935087714734418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got fed up. So this is our friendship? When people gossip say we are gay, I didn't care and defended him. I know our friendship ties and my conscience is clear. I have nothing to be afraid of. Our friendship is something no ordinary stranger will understand. Deep in my heart, I thought I found a great friend. But all he cares for is his reputation. But for me i seriously don't care what people say. They can say we are gay, scold me idiot, scold me dumb ass and i really don't give a damn. They are just childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless he verbally apologies to me properly, I won't treat his as a friend. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-807057470121213778?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/807057470121213778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/must-always-look-at-whole-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/807057470121213778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/807057470121213778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/must-always-look-at-whole-picture.html' title='Must always look at the whole picture'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fm3E1fKxGDY/TVqRsYFSzsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ERPsbCf5z9Y/s72-c/umbrella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-6611975169648649624</id><published>2011-02-13T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:14:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Videos!</title><content type='html'>Haha! This is funny! He even pee his pants!&lt;div&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ggPmb3NscKs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid scare in a car! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QOWrw2m8_5k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, after some laughs, its valentine's day tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, its just another day for me.... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday's coming! I hope there're friends to celebrate my birthday for me, but I don't think so. Its always me and some other friends planning for other friend's birthday. But nobody plans for mine. Its kind of sad. 23 years old le haven't celebrated birthday before. Celebrating birthday is just another day for me too. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-6611975169648649624?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6611975169648649624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6611975169648649624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/6611975169648649624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Funny Videos!'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ggPmb3NscKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2773174837209174048</id><published>2011-02-12T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:15:17.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Some photos of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3jJ_MuIGN8/TVaFLjOoW1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HzQwKtgDhP0/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788022399228754" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVm1sAxzsOY/TVaFLBg77yI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cBdHjiVeuEk/s200/IMG_0035.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788013349203746" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVv6_F3I2No/TVaFLX0eT_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/r6RkMbSNI0o/s200/IMG_0009.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788019336728562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVxQcLydKlk/TVaFK41FBFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HEbAaooz3jw/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVxQcLydKlk/TVaFK41FBFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HEbAaooz3jw/s200/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788011017765970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQbvdz2nxIc/TVaFKtAY8jI/AAAAAAAAAk0/CUm90cffxgg/s200/IMG_0032.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572788007843983922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaz played computer games whole day today. Bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-2773174837209174048?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2773174837209174048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2773174837209174048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2773174837209174048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3jJ_MuIGN8/TVaFLjOoW1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HzQwKtgDhP0/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-2833538979277197830</id><published>2011-02-08T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:50:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget? or get over it?</title><content type='html'>Heartbroken people are all around us. Some turned homosexual, trusting no guys any more. Some turn to hate and revenge, hurting other guys when her own lover betrayed her. Some couldn't get over it and decides to end her own life. I should say most of the heartbroken gals and guys choose to forget and not think about it, heal over time, and move on. Hoping not to see the one they love ever again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are unique. Each and every one of us is unique. The way each of us fall in love is unique too. Some could fall for the smile of others, some could fall in love with a kiss, some fall in love through chatting. There're so many different ways people fall in love. So what's urs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, falling in love is the most scary thing. Considering i'm not afraid of anything yet till the age of 22. Not even death scares me. But love do. Love is such a magical feeling that no words could describe. Because if you think about it, everyone's definition for love is different. Some may describe love as being together, trusting each other, being happy together. But some may say, being together is not everything, as long as we have each other in our hearts. some lovers only meet once a month, but they still are very much in love. Some may say being in love means not always quarreling, but some differ. some may think quarreling is not the problem because quarreling allows you to understand your partner more. Hence there is no way one could describe love. everyone's definition is different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think love is scary because to me, falling in love means opening up your heart to someone else. It means that special someone could do anything to you. You are vulnerable but you trust him/her to protect you and love you. I'm saying love not infatuation. And when I'm in love, I will trust her to take care of me just like i'll take care of her no matter what. The only way to have happiness and last for eternity is to open yourself up. Treat your partner truthfully and willingly. There may be things you hate to do. but when you know your partner loves doing a certain particular activity say swimming, you will also tend to like it and not hate it anymore. Because what's important is not hating that activity but the time spent together. It comes naturally if you really love your partner. Its like your partner loves going to the zoo, but you hate the stinking smell there. But if you are a mature and caring lady, you will agree to trips to the zoo with your partner and soon learn to love it because of the precious lovely time spent playing in the zoo. However if you are unwilling to go, but since he likes going and you decide to follow, complaining all the way and giving attitude for the whole trip, unhappiness and break ups will soon follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence to me, falling in love means to open up yourself, trust your partner 100% thou she may hurt you, even if she hurts you, calm down and access the situation to see if you would forgive her, respect her, discuss things together, willingly do things with a different perspective although you may not like it, care with your heart for her, think of sweet and romantic things to spice up your life, learn about her life, be truthful, do not lie, (unless you're planning some romantic surprise), stick your heart with her no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for those heart broken people like me, do not try to forget your past relationships. It's no use trying to forget and run away from it. Its not like you press the delete button and everything's gone. There's really no point trying o forget. Instead, try to get over it. Tough yeah, but everyone could do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not try to forget. Instead, remember it. Remember your past relationships. What went wrong, what can be further improved, what you could do in your new relationship if you found one suitable. That's why you should remember. Not forget. The only way to "Forget the pain" is to remember your hurt and get over it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-2833538979277197830?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2833538979277197830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/forget-or-get-over-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2833538979277197830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/2833538979277197830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/forget-or-get-over-it.html' title='Forget? or get over it?'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-7936489264926888194</id><published>2011-02-02T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:51:34.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being misunderstood</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you guys know the feeling of being misunderstood. It hurts especially when that person that misunderstands you is someone that you care for or someone that you wanted to care for. Ever had that feeling of being wronged but could't explain anything?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, somethings there is no use explaining. Time will prove everything. However somethings you do have to explain. This depends on situation. to me, if the person is not listening or is not so close to you, you don't have to explain anything. because the more you explain, the more they will think that you are in the wrong. But however if its someone close to you, you will have to explain yourselves. Because he/she is close to you. they should trust what you say. If you explained but they didn't care, then its either they're mad at you or they don't trust you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember that bitter time when i did nothing wrong and I tried explaining to her. Trust just isn't with her anymore. Instead, she is the one that did something hurtful in the end. Time is the truth to things...yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); line-height: 14px; "&gt;Love is not just about finding the right person. It's about creating a right relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Love is not about how much love you have in the beginning, but how much you build till the end of time. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Braden Jan 29th 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;So true isn't it? In the beginning when you see a girl you like, you wanted her number so much. you wanted to get to know her, you wish she liked you too right? But she thinks you're weird. -.-! To me, its not just about fining the right person. you too will have to build a right relationship. you'll have to learn to trust each other, get to know each other, finally give your partner all the best you could afford till the end of time. If you've tried for 1 year plus and the relationship is not working, learning to let go is also a kind of love. Because if you really love that someone but you couldn't give her the happiness that she wanted, you should let go after trying your very best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When a relationship fails, both partners should try their very best to get over the quarrel and understand each other more. Its only this way that will make a relationship stronger. Its only when both partners tried and tried but still ended up in that same spot, and 1 decides to give up, there's no way the other could try anymore. Its then that one should learn to let go and give the other happiness letting her go find her own happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what i feel. I've already let her go find her own happiness and I'll find m own. Just when I try to find, the person misunderstands me. -.-! how great...Well look on the bright side! Its gonna be Chinese new year! Jia you, jia you, jia you for the new year! May the world be healthy and prosperous! I need to go and study le...bye~ bloggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-7936489264926888194?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7936489264926888194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-misunderstood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7936489264926888194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/7936489264926888194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-misunderstood.html' title='Being misunderstood'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8854825635322510146</id><published>2010-12-31T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:28:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The great story of a dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DGQVX8iGbgk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears and sadness came upon me as I watched this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to myself. I'll get a dog. And it will be my companion, my lover, my everything. I'll promise to treasure it and give it ever loving care and love. I don't need a girlfriend. I don't need a friend. All I need is just you to stay by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8854825635322510146?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8854825635322510146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/marimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8854825635322510146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8854825635322510146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/marimo.html' title='Marimo'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DGQVX8iGbgk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578202172875877132.post-8843170424538394080</id><published>2010-12-19T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:09:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>When I ask you to listen to me, &lt;br /&gt;you start giving me advice.&lt;br /&gt;You have not done what I've asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask that you listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way &amp; encourage me to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;You are trampling on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you have to do something to solve my problems &amp; help me,&lt;br /&gt;You have failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;All that I've requested is to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Not talk or do - just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something for me&lt;br /&gt;That I need to do for myself,&lt;br /&gt;You contribute to my fear and feelings of inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you accept as a simple fact&lt;br /&gt;That I do feel what I feel, no matter how irrational,&lt;br /&gt;Then I can quit trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;And go about the business&lt;br /&gt;Of understanding what's behind my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please listen and just hear me&lt;br /&gt;And, if you wanna talk,&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute for your turn - and I'll listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578202172875877132-8843170424538394080?l=inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8843170424538394080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8843170424538394080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578202172875877132/posts/default/8843170424538394080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspirations-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016187040434165915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R_MTlIRV2hQ/R_zpPd0p09I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-w3eR3uFpA/S220/Artistic+bradenee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
