<?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-2046301252909735988</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:04:15.267-08:00</updated><category term='Tos'/><title type='text'>Place To Scribble.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1920069091892435224</id><published>2011-12-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:06:50.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He loves me, She loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there staring at the window wondering why is it raining when I wish to go out. And hence decide to stay home instead. After an hour of lazing about and playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tetris&lt;/span&gt;. My phone rings and  my life is busy all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get ready to go out. He stares at me with forlorn eyes. My sweet little darling. My Strauss. My dog. He stares ever hopeful for a treat and with sad puppy dog eyes as I make my way to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I put on my shoes I see someone at the laptop keying in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; statuses. Tapping noises heard as her fingertips make contact with the keyboard. Her face so much like mine.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Karyn, I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, she grunts. But Strauss stares still with sad eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me, She loves me Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1920069091892435224?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1920069091892435224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1920069091892435224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1920069091892435224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1920069091892435224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-loves-me-she-loves-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2139029327818315146</id><published>2011-04-26T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:17:38.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons found here and there.</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Wife A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Be&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;fore she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,… “Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lesson 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Power of Charisma A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend&lt;br /&gt;3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2139029327818315146?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2139029327818315146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2139029327818315146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2139029327818315146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2139029327818315146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-lessons-found-here-and-there.html' title='Life lessons found here and there.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1524070632360783424</id><published>2011-03-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:30:39.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephiphany</title><content type='html'>As I turn 20, I have been having epiphanies. I have been coming to terms with growing older and no longer being a teenager (well mathematically speaking at least.). It has not been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized I have not achieved a great number of things I had set myself to do when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do before 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to ride a bike without the training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;3. Donate blood. Willingly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Join a Soup Kitchen. As a volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sing on stage and perform with a musical instrument. (The last time I did that, it was the triangle.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Draw and paint portraits.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make friends pose for portraits.&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn to drive.&lt;br /&gt;9. Passing the driving exam and actually driving.&lt;br /&gt;10. Rock Climbing.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Understand boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, I have managed to not be so much of a noob and have at least learn to drive and ride a bike (without the training wheels). Rock climbing on the other hand that is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;And I am honest enough to say I am no where closer in understanding boys than I was 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;They hate you, they like you, they want to touch your hair, they eat your food? See... boys are just so confusing. And they think we are strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. oh well life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day. I think hitting the big 20 is not that big a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ps: my b'day is two months. Presents please! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1524070632360783424?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1524070632360783424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1524070632360783424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1524070632360783424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1524070632360783424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2011/03/ephiphany.html' title='Ephiphany'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5660611896357990010</id><published>2011-02-28T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:24:36.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first day I started blogging. I doubted anyone would bother to read it. Somehow a 16 year old boy's kind words and a few jokes had me hooked on writing something, anything almost every single day on a blog that had less than 5 followers.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I started having a life beyond the internet and ended up being to busy doing other stuff. So starting today, I am going to do what I have been neglecting to do for these 2 years. BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5660611896357990010?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5660611896357990010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5660611896357990010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5660611896357990010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5660611896357990010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-is-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5050650969550008462</id><published>2010-07-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:49:33.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-bay</title><content type='html'>A man bought a new APC Back-UPS 600 but it wasn't working. So HE brought it to his local service center. This is what they found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6ZlY4KwI/AAAAAAAAAew/3m0vtrgBTl4/s1600/bad-computer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6ZlY4KwI/AAAAAAAAAew/3m0vtrgBTl4/s400/bad-computer-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498959356226972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6R47IeCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LjLhUcQENGE/s1600/bad-computer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6R47IeCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LjLhUcQENGE/s400/bad-computer-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498959224031967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6I5sgvTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RUSW5ksIHYc/s1600/bad-computer-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA5zxzq9YI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/smuaKTbY78Q/s400/bad-computer-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958706725549442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA5jQw40_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/R180hig6FQk/s1600/bad-computer-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA5jQw40_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/R180hig6FQk/s400/bad-computer-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958422977598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5050650969550008462?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5050650969550008462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5050650969550008462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5050650969550008462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5050650969550008462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-bay.html' title='E-bay'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TFA6ZlY4KwI/AAAAAAAAAew/3m0vtrgBTl4/s72-c/bad-computer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6576871192726324826</id><published>2010-07-24T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:42:42.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to just laugh at.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVQk5NlGEBs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVQk5NlGEBs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6576871192726324826?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6576871192726324826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6576871192726324826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6576871192726324826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6576871192726324826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-to-just-laugh-at.html' title='Something to just laugh at.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3324633582454403622</id><published>2010-07-13T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:30:50.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.                                                    -1 Corinthians 13:11-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I wanted many things when I was younger. (Like a doll house or a dog)&lt;br /&gt;Yet as I grew older I placed those wants aside for something more important in life.&lt;br /&gt;I started wanting more of God instead. I started yearning for my family to be constantly happy and bless. I wished for the grades that made my family, God and I proud of. I started placing importance on my friends and the relationships I made with others. I started looking at things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I realised the sacrifices my family made. And I saw the love God showered on every of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I read an article about a man whom stilled lived with his parents even though he is in his late 20's. His mother still does chores for him (washing his clothes, cooking, etc). And he lives off them just as he had from the moment he was born.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she refused to iron his shirt for him and he lost it. Angered, he took a gun and aimed it at her. All the while, threatening to blow her brain out if she refused.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after he cooled down, she went out of the house and called the police. And to this day he sits there in his little jail cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article really opened my eyes to what would happen to us if we chose not to grow up. And stay stagnant with our closed mindsets, never growing nor changing.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I for one refuse to become like this man. The question is though What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3324633582454403622?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3324633582454403622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3324633582454403622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3324633582454403622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3324633582454403622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4605132544427391059</id><published>2010-07-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:59:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Devries</title><content type='html'>Eleven years ago Dave Devries started the Monster Engine project with one single question: What would a child’s drawing look like if it were painted realistically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he decided to draw these little drawings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnb3dqcfqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-QOKqAjAfzk/s1600/monster-engine-life-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnb3dqcfqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-QOKqAjAfzk/s400/monster-engine-life-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492662966456975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbvYCr4oI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cCxaDNa02co/s1600/monster-engine-life-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbvYCr4oI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cCxaDNa02co/s400/monster-engine-life-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492662827509080706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbgSzvB0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/BwV4nmxWebo/s1600/monster-engine-life-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbgSzvB0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/BwV4nmxWebo/s400/monster-engine-life-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492662568406157122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbSUOMV8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fxza1kZ3-D0/s1600/monster-engine-life-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnbSUOMV8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fxza1kZ3-D0/s400/monster-engine-life-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492662328267397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYmOEsuHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/s6oswO6Eqiw/s1600/monster-engine-life-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYmOEsuHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/s6oswO6Eqiw/s400/monster-engine-life-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492659371679463538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYQYys4HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qnDLbobujNY/s1600/monster-engine-life-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYQYys4HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qnDLbobujNY/s400/monster-engine-life-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492658996599644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYCZg10VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_bX1UJY5-C8/s1600/monster-engine-life-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnYCZg10VI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_bX1UJY5-C8/s400/monster-engine-life-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492658756274999634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnX2EhxHbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JGgiQPyCFYM/s1600/add-baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnX2EhxHbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JGgiQPyCFYM/s400/add-baseball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492658544483311026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnV_bTtNrI/AAAAAAAAAco/GcB9EViayrM/s1600/monster-engine-life-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnV_bTtNrI/AAAAAAAAAco/GcB9EViayrM/s400/monster-engine-life-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492656506193917618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnVnQ6w3BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tuZaM1Bmkyc/s1600/monster-engine-life-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnVnQ6w3BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tuZaM1Bmkyc/s400/monster-engine-life-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492656091088083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnVJINM_vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5R-6jl_z770/s1600/monster-engine-life-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnVJINM_vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5R-6jl_z770/s400/monster-engine-life-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492655573353430770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnU9EsNrwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ESt_IoxunR4/s1600/monster-engine-lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnU9EsNrwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ESt_IoxunR4/s400/monster-engine-lead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492655366251327234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you have a new perspective on how a child sees things. The art work is slightly odd looking yet one can't help appreciating how it looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4605132544427391059?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4605132544427391059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4605132544427391059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4605132544427391059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4605132544427391059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/07/dave-devries.html' title='Dave Devries'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDnb3dqcfqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-QOKqAjAfzk/s72-c/monster-engine-life-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4923317868125489700</id><published>2010-07-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:04:24.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDYMASoPCQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jgzBxxWqTC4/s1600/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDYMASoPCQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jgzBxxWqTC4/s320/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491589994765027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships. People you meet across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships we build as we grow and live our lives. It all falls to this simple chance meeting and that simple greeting. How does friendship start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate that a group of people are meant to be so close and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;influential&lt;/span&gt; in each other lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is so, I thank God for the ones who never fail to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1) pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2) give me a kick when I need it (regardless if I wanted one or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3) Lend me cash on those days where my purse goes missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4) Be my shoulder when I lost mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;5) Eat the food on my plate when I'm full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;6) Let me drink their coffee or tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;7) Drive me home when it rains (or otherwise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;8) Drive me insane with laughter and anger (at the same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;9) Feed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;10) Do little things that make me wonder if  I'm sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4923317868125489700?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4923317868125489700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4923317868125489700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4923317868125489700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4923317868125489700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/07/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/TDYMASoPCQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jgzBxxWqTC4/s72-c/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3103662184322088751</id><published>2010-02-19T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:36:04.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know I've been gone for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ages&lt;/span&gt;.. but I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  before I start my thoughts and dreams and posting randomness, I will like to say Happy New Year 2010. Happy Chinese New Year and Happy B'day to all who have turned one year older since January. =D&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What's new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown taller... with the help of my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/S36vVyQAT9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/y4cDTmFH-Nc/s1600-h/whotallareyou-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/S36vVyQAT9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/y4cDTmFH-Nc/s320/whotallareyou-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439978188711153618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in my second year of form 6 and equally studying and slacking each time I get the chance to. Hey, I am after all a teen. You cannot expect me to stay at home all day studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Onwer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I need air after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am learning to drive. Finally. Although there have been complications that are classified as unforeseen circumstances. For instance, car problems which are not my fault. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. wouldn't you want to know. Well I do have someone now who keeps me smiling each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/S36ud1zdscI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cdJ-o9uQw-c/s1600-h/strauss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/S36ud1zdscI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cdJ-o9uQw-c/s320/strauss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439977227592511938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't he cute? sigh..Mr Strauss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my conscience telling me to finish my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Later. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3103662184322088751?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3103662184322088751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3103662184322088751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3103662184322088751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3103662184322088751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2010/02/green.html' title='Green!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/S36vVyQAT9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/y4cDTmFH-Nc/s72-c/whotallareyou-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1863860414330395746</id><published>2009-10-26T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:14:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D I know I don't have speakers but I could not resist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;I regret nothing!&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1863860414330395746?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1863860414330395746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1863860414330395746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1863860414330395746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1863860414330395746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='=D I know I don&apos;t have speakers but I could not resist.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-130451678592899257</id><published>2009-10-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:09:55.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotgun</title><content type='html'>2 hours had passed as I laid down on my bed. The eyes were starting to close and the mind started to drift to the beginnings of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard....Soulja boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. dumb radio.&lt;br /&gt;Two words, my neighbours! Its what? 11.00 pm, 1. 30 am? And that music is blasting its loudest through the ceiling. I tell you if I only had a shot gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these make me wish I kept the m16 rifle with me instead of that NS belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-130451678592899257?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/130451678592899257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=130451678592899257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/130451678592899257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/130451678592899257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/10/shotgun.html' title='Shotgun'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7018112915149001156</id><published>2009-10-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:57:01.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tos'/><title type='text'>I'm so sleepy</title><content type='html'>Today has been beyond long. Spent an amazing afternoon with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lach&lt;/span&gt; and my girl pals at his place. Ate half the food he served to us and filmed crazy videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made curry.. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And now all I want to do is sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sleep claim me now. sweet sweet sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7018112915149001156?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7018112915149001156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7018112915149001156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7018112915149001156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7018112915149001156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m so sleepy'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3853600974830211943</id><published>2009-10-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:38:51.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift down to the candy shop...</title><content type='html'>And get me some lollipops.............. and the song stays stuck in my head all day long. Shucks. Well it could be worse. Halo could be in my head all day. Just one word all the time. A mantra. No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Anyway, I baked muffins and gosh did they turned out great. Next I am going to bake a pie. Yes, you heard me (in this case read me). Pie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I never thought I would be going back in the kitchen and baking. If anyone told me I would have months ago, I would have laugh in his face. And look at me now, eating the words I threw at my mum years ago. (I'll never bake, mum. Ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I see her laughing at me at this very moment. (sigh) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3853600974830211943?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3853600974830211943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3853600974830211943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3853600974830211943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3853600974830211943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/10/drift-down-to-candy-shop.html' title='Drift down to the candy shop...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8023544628911176215</id><published>2009-09-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:58:32.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Freedom in its truest sense for me means liberty. &lt;/span&gt;It means free will and opportunities. Freedom to grow and to be what you want to be  or even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;             Freedom is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream. &lt;/span&gt;And like every dream it has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;price&lt;/span&gt;. One may want to go  overseas to study. In order for that dream to work, that person must have the grades, the determination and the finances. Its the price that you have to pay if you wanted to go that far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;            Say someone wanted to build the  tallest building in the world. One must be an architect and have both government and non-government organisations investing in the project. One must be knowledgeable and have a team of dedicated people who want to help build that dream with you. The hours spent and the effort put in to make it a reality is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the price you need to pay to see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;come to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;          We all have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom to choose&lt;/span&gt; our dreams. We all have the chance to decide which route should we take. And in turn we all have a price we have to pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the question is how is your dream going to affect the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;                Will your dream build the dreams of others? Or will it destroy? Will it create a better tomorrow? Or will it be always only a dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;     The choice is up to us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And at the end of the day, the world is waiting for an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8023544628911176215?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8023544628911176215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8023544628911176215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8023544628911176215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8023544628911176215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/09/stretch.html' title='Stretch..'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-574006441588876672</id><published>2009-09-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:19:16.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend once told me a few years ago that she wanted to end her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear stories like these or when you watch a movie about suicide, you never think you would one day have to face something like that. Naturally as a friend you would panic. Some would worry. While a few labeled as nitwits might remain skeptical and probably think it was a ruse to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do you answer your friend who just told you that. How? Do you say, could you wait? Do you say, I'm sorry? Do you say, I'm not free now but I think we can both end our lives sometime next week at say so and so time and place? What do you tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that day and I asked her (while praying to the God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit for help.) why. Naturally she'll listed down everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) I hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) Everyone hates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3)Nobody likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4) No one loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of it. The sad thing was this person, this incredible person did not even realise her worth or how much she meant to me or everyone around her or even to God. But how could she have known, she was drowning in self pity, guilt and hatred. Everyone can relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was her story was not dramatic.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She felt left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she told me this showed me she wanted to live. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was afraid just like many of us.&lt;/span&gt; She figured the rest of the world had secret books of life which told of ways to succeed while she was wandering around clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest the one reason why anyone thinks or even does commit suicide is because they think they are unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just needed to open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What did I tell her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... loads of things. I told her about the beauty of the world. I told her about the things she has yet to see. I told her about love. The love that her friends and family have of her. I told her about the love God has of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a scary thing when a person you know thinks about disappearing of the face of the world just to run away from his or her troubles. But in today's world it is becoming a norm. The world is skeptical and so it scoffs at the very notion that love exists when the irony is, the world craves it. Today, there are more than 3 suicides happening each minute of the day. Is it no wonder that sooner or later you might find yourself in the same situation I was in years ago? A friend, a family member, a love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe though in our current lifetime alone (despite the fact that most of us have  never became famous or incredibly rich or have yet to reach our golden years) we have already changed a person's life for the better. And in that made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I know this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I changed my friend's life. Today I am still impacting my friends' lives just because I am their friend.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the lives of those around you and then tell me have you made a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-574006441588876672?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/574006441588876672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=574006441588876672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/574006441588876672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/574006441588876672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/09/scare.html' title='A Scare'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1490675817299827581</id><published>2009-09-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:22:26.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this.</title><content type='html'>It made me laugh. Hopefully it will put a smile on your face. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojZK4kw4q5A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojZK4kw4q5A&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1490675817299827581?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1490675817299827581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1490675817299827581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1490675817299827581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1490675817299827581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-stole-this.html' title='I stole this.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2370839688223760019</id><published>2009-09-04T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:39:26.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we make a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SqE0MCTRoDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7mzn0NFFr5Q/s1600-h/help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SqE0MCTRoDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7mzn0NFFr5Q/s320/help.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377636811437875250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2370839688223760019?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2370839688223760019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2370839688223760019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2370839688223760019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2370839688223760019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='How do we make a difference?'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SqE0MCTRoDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7mzn0NFFr5Q/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-884329502268476971</id><published>2009-08-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:58:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nom nom nom.</title><content type='html'>I was just randomly looking at some pictures when I saw something that reminded me of a story my dad once told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin aunts had these two rabbits. Both were well fed and taken care of. Unfortunately both loved to fight. One day, my grandmother got fed up.&lt;br /&gt;              The next morning, there was rabbit stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SpX1q517R4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4Agmc_XI3t0/s1600-h/basikal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SpX1q517R4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4Agmc_XI3t0/s320/basikal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374471847766869890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story; do not keep edible pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-884329502268476971?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/884329502268476971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=884329502268476971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/884329502268476971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/884329502268476971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/08/nom-nom-nom.html' title='Nom nom nom.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SpX1q517R4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4Agmc_XI3t0/s72-c/basikal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1913785151248656622</id><published>2009-08-15T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:59:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song close to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;So, this is for you. You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EF_5bImj64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EF_5bImj64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1913785151248656622?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1913785151248656622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1913785151248656622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1913785151248656622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1913785151248656622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-close-to-my-heart.html' title='A song close to my heart'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8448684694828548186</id><published>2009-08-05T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:53:13.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Laureen: Ok.. I'm going to sneeze. *breathes*. Nah.. I'm not going to. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay in Sentosa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to today....*dramatic background music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts teacher: You can't drop accounts. There's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? No... the other teacher said I could. Many of the students in class are doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts teacher: No.. you have to change school and............................bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So let's cut the long story short...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been three months since I started form 6. And this dilemma is not solved yet? Why!!!???&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh well,better pray then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8448684694828548186?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8448684694828548186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8448684694828548186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8448684694828548186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8448684694828548186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-insanity.html' title='Random Insanity.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2639314915344236101</id><published>2009-07-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:38:32.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tick tock, tick tock tick tock.... *CRING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ah, don't you love the sound of the alarm clock? &lt;/span&gt;Yes the memories spend with an alarm clock is surprisingly longer than the time you actually spend with your friends all together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When you study.&lt;br /&gt;2) When you call your friends in your room.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;4) Spring cleaning (burning) your spm books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Yes, that annoying object that rings at the annoying hour of the morning wakes you up each day. And without it, many of us (especially me) are unable to wake up at the particular moment. Although getting jerk awake often scrambles your mind and most of that time you tend to well do idiotic things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Like get confuse with what day it is. You could also supposedly wake up and hit the off button only to sleep again (Funnily enough, you can never recall you did that.). And sometimes in rare cases you can get confuse with what exactly is making the *cring* noise and start hitting the radio instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   In certain cases, you could end up waking up 3 hours before you are supposed to (Ahh, $#%$ batteries.). There are also times where you wake up to your sister's alarm clock instead at 6.30 am  on a Saturday ($@#$!). Funnily enough she is still asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;     Yea.... Don't we all love alarm clocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*CRING!!* ......"SMASH" (object falls on floor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=) Due to popular demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2639314915344236101?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2639314915344236101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2639314915344236101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2639314915344236101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2639314915344236101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8785053541076536234</id><published>2009-07-19T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:22:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Last last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie with a friend. Went to History tuition for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball and scored my first few baskets. =) Realised I am one those unfortunate few whom are very capable of tearing plastic Rm5 notes. *Thank God for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cello tape&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked my self out of the house and ate ice-cream. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This goes to show that everyday is unpredictable. (And lately, more in my case though.) Makes me slightly afraid what tomorrow may bring though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SmMdjY41HPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S_Yz1mjwTE4/s1600-h/g.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SmMdjY41HPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S_Yz1mjwTE4/s320/g.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360160475314461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah, if only I forseen this sooner. Oh well. Ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8785053541076536234?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8785053541076536234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8785053541076536234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8785053541076536234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8785053541076536234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SmMdjY41HPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/S_Yz1mjwTE4/s72-c/g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5854544171189874967</id><published>2009-07-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:40:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guideline to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;,we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*The above isn't  mine. Every right of print belongs to life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5854544171189874967?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5854544171189874967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5854544171189874967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5854544171189874967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5854544171189874967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/07/guideline-to-life.html' title='Guideline to life.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2063525520429604003</id><published>2009-07-12T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:56:25.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DyLoRBwtVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DyLoRBwtVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2063525520429604003?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2063525520429604003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2063525520429604003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2063525520429604003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2063525520429604003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5694969983209439064</id><published>2009-07-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:51:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it has been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, the other day I was asking a few people what they thought about dating in general&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Is it wrong or should it be encouraged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The truth is no matter how many times we deny it, we have at one point in our life had that one crush from high school ( And had little dreams of butterflies flying in the air and etc.). But do many of us actually do take the chance to ask that "special" someone out? And how many of us actually succeed in getting that person of our "dreams"?  Statistically, we would have better chances in getting free food for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;             Girls have often asked me why do other girls seem to have boyfriends and they don't. My answer; "You said No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Simple... obvious and straight to the point. You do not have a boyfriend because you said no to the first guy who asked you. Its nothing to feel ashamed or shy or guilty about. Do not worry too much. Honestly, the stuff girls do just to get the attention of boys astounds me. Its true that when ever we girls wish to go out, we take the extra trouble to look nice or decent. Yet craziness happens when its taken to a whole new level (but lets not get into that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Boys, ah boys.. the trouble with you to be honest is that you aren't confident in yourself. You run at the opposite direction at the mere sight of that one "girl" and then throw the words "I love you" in her face. You have to understand this, as much as you love this girl; you can't just throw words like that. Be careful of whom you give your heart to and please start slow. Breathe a little, learn to talk to her. The problem starts when you treat her as this Goddess and stop looking at her as a person.  Note; try hanging out with her before you decide to let out the "L" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Dating is something that has become almost the norm in our life but we have to understand why our parents and elders do not encourage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1) safety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2)You are going out with a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3)You get so involved in the relationship that you loose focus in your studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4)You get so depressed for getting dumped that you loose focus in your studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5)You start dating the wrong person whom is in the wrong crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;6)You date someone whom does not treat you rightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;7)You get used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;8)You are cheated on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, our parents cannot stop us from dating. And the decision honestly comes down to us and our principles. And no matter whether we decide to date or not to date, we should all realised what we are getting ourselves into (especially when we say yes.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5694969983209439064?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5694969983209439064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5694969983209439064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5694969983209439064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5694969983209439064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-it-has-been-while.html' title='So, it has been a while.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4160380529223942696</id><published>2009-06-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:16:15.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open.</title><content type='html'>Lately the days breeze through with routines that never cease to slowly become boring. Wake up early, get on the ridiculously early bus, study, lunch and drifting around a house that slowly feels like prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Behold teenage angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its caused by the haze. Maybe its due to being broke. Maybe it is the tooth's sudden growth. Or maybe it is just cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Regardless, is this what I want for myself? To live day by day as so. Bland...urgh, typing it even leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I wonder what happened between form 5 and now. And why it seems as though I am slowly being led to follow instead of lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth has happened? I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to live. I forgot to open my eyes to the morning and think beyond the routines. And so here I am at 12. 13 am, more awake then ever. Because finally in a long time, my eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My time is now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;          Question is, when are you going to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4160380529223942696?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4160380529223942696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4160380529223942696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4160380529223942696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4160380529223942696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/06/open.html' title='Open.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-525293548201329887</id><published>2009-06-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:20:29.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The days are nice. The skies are blue. And this cough would not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug. But hey.. at least I have an excuse to eat more sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-525293548201329887?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/525293548201329887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=525293548201329887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/525293548201329887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/525293548201329887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-are-nice.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4102027547256715078</id><published>2009-06-17T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:27:45.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd</title><content type='html'>Here I am eating my lunch. Ladida... then I felt something odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tooth? what? A new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought teeth stop growing after you finish milking your parents for toothfairy money.&lt;br /&gt;...odd. Well at least it doesn't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4102027547256715078?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4102027547256715078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4102027547256715078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4102027547256715078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4102027547256715078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/06/odd.html' title='Odd'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5140915847565442792</id><published>2009-06-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:49:37.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Warning! Things that causes addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sudoku puzzles&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice-cream  and various forms of sweets. =D&lt;br /&gt;3) Shiny and strange coloured nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;4) Facebook&lt;br /&gt;5) Neopets&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(the game of your childhood which never ceases to come back and haunt you. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Swimming&lt;br /&gt;7)Reading.&lt;br /&gt;8) Add maths questions.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Good grief, I am a nerd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Painting.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;( Oh, Karyn! All I need is a canvas, sacrificing yourself is the only way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Fridge Ravaging.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(I could not help it. I am hungry. Grr, get your own food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Curry cooking / eating.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Grr, mine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Movie watching.&lt;br /&gt;13) Monopoly domination.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;( Pay you little people! That's right, pay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Talking on the phone.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(I am a girl. Sue me. =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tea. Tea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Teh Tarik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Tea. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;* Note: most stated in list may cause interesting and notable side affects.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't you love addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5140915847565442792?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5140915847565442792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5140915847565442792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5140915847565442792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5140915847565442792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/06/addiction.html' title='Addiction.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-739493926218169711</id><published>2009-06-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:25:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a brand new day and I just realised something. Right, I have not been updating. Should I say sorry? hmm... nah. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So what is going on in my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loads of stuff. Form 6, driving, MAD camp articles and getting sick and getting healthy again. Oo Life is Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now at (what time is it?) 1. 24 am, I feel rather hungry. And so little people, I shall ravage my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;;D *burp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-739493926218169711?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/739493926218169711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=739493926218169711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/739493926218169711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/739493926218169711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-brand-new-day-and-i-just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1808836767723607306</id><published>2009-05-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:59:55.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dee Dum..</title><content type='html'>I've school tomorrow. I have account homework I do not know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change school.&lt;br /&gt;I am still awake at 1. 30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...This is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;strangely familiar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh well..*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1808836767723607306?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1808836767723607306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1808836767723607306' title='0 Comments'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7683421750095339336</id><published>2009-04-10T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:34:57.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>1)Were You Named After Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope, although there is a girl who is name after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Months ago. I saw a really touching movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What is your favourite lunch meat?&lt;br /&gt;-chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If you were another person, would you be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)What is your favourite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;-Honey Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Do you untie your shoe when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What colour is your towel?&lt;br /&gt;-Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What is your favourite Ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world? Hiagendaz Strawberry! But I'm so easy to please, paddapop rainbow makes me drool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;-Their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Red or Pink?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What is your least favourite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that I keep turning biri-biri into biwi-biwi. Annoying really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Who do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;-Loads of people I've not talked to for ages. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Do you want everyone to complete this list?&lt;br /&gt;-Honestly, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)What colour pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm wearing white shorts and am barefooted at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)What is/was your favourite toy?&lt;br /&gt;-I think it was a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;-The rain and the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)If you were a crayon,what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;-Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Favourite smells?&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;-Rebbecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Favourite Drink.&lt;br /&gt;-Banana smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Favourite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;-Track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Hair Colour?&lt;br /&gt;-Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;-Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Current craze; Indian Chutney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Scary movies or Happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;I love both, so sue me. What to do? Both movies make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Flinstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)Summer or Winter?&lt;br /&gt;-Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)Favourite pastime?&lt;br /&gt;-Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)Most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;-To my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)Least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;-To the person on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)What book are you reading now?&lt;br /&gt;-Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)What is on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;True Blood. Vampire series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)Favorite sound(s)?&lt;br /&gt;The rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41)Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;-neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42)Where is the farthest place you been from home?&lt;br /&gt;-Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43)Do you have a special talent?&lt;br /&gt;-Talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44)Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;-Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45)How did you meet your spouse/significant other?&lt;br /&gt;-I was just walking home one day and he followed me. Hah, wouldn't you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46)If you could vote,would you vote for or against gov?&lt;br /&gt;-Honey, if I start talking about politics, we will be standing here for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47)Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;-As a force to be reckoned with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7683421750095339336?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7683421750095339336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7683421750095339336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7683421750095339336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7683421750095339336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-1were-you-named-after-anyone-nope.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3111640964413853081</id><published>2009-03-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:45:08.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun powder.</title><content type='html'>Ah, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; off to the distance.&lt;br /&gt;                      Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3111640964413853081?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3111640964413853081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3111640964413853081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3111640964413853081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3111640964413853081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/03/gun-powder.html' title='Gun powder.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-898632596420497814</id><published>2009-03-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:48:43.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Breakfast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Just when I thought I have seen everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a14s1LcCUWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a14s1LcCUWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-898632596420497814?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/898632596420497814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=898632596420497814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/898632596420497814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/898632596420497814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-breakfast.html' title='Wii Breakfast.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5447834592690169427</id><published>2009-03-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:04:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGG58lhScOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGG58lhScOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5447834592690169427?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5447834592690169427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5447834592690169427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5447834592690169427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5447834592690169427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardust.html' title='Stardust.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5929157305525983229</id><published>2009-03-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:40:40.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Once there was a bird. A very sweet bird. One day the sweet little bird decided to fly in a park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As it landed, somehow, someway, a dog just decided to choose that exact spot to poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Surprisingly the bird survived, unfortunately, it was covered with the dog's digested dinner. Now after a while a cat came and scooped the poop of the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Clean and happy, the bird sang and jumped with joy. Then the cat ate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The moral of this story is, not everyone that puts you in crap is your enemy. And not everyone who helps you out of crap is your friend. And if you f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ound yourself in a brilliant situation, its best not to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/Sa39QVRAcjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HeEluD4OUnc/s1600-h/y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/Sa39QVRAcjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HeEluD4OUnc/s320/y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309177992767894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5929157305525983229?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5929157305525983229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5929157305525983229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5929157305525983229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5929157305525983229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-to-laugh.html' title='A story to laugh'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/Sa39QVRAcjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HeEluD4OUnc/s72-c/y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5436188756826188764</id><published>2009-02-25T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:04:47.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A way to entertain the bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;People I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Cecelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yuen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;7. Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Joseph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kavin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now the questions are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How did you meet no.1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Through Vic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What will you do if you have never met number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Keep wondering why everything seems so quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What would you do if 3 &amp;amp; 4 dated you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Make them buy me ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Would 5 &amp;amp; 6 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;*breaths* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you think number 10 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh yes, model worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me something about number 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He loves fried chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What language does number 2 speaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Gibberish. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Who is number 3 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;No one yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How old is number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She's 16!!!! (17 in may) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, to be that young again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;When was the last time you talked to number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Gosh, when the wheel was first invented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Who is number 6 favourite singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I know he likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Starfield&lt;/span&gt;. Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Would you date number 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Only if she buys me ice-cream everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Is number 8 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Now, that is a good question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What do you think about number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He is just so tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5436188756826188764?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5436188756826188764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5436188756826188764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5436188756826188764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5436188756826188764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/tags.html' title='Tags.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2804406318237972480</id><published>2009-02-25T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:57:40.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Someone once told me that the possibilities are endless if you only took a moment to open your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I watched "Yes Man" which is a great movie BTW. And underneath its humor, the movie speaks about being open to seeing those possibilities. Open your eyes to what could be and with just a little effort and loads of sweating, you could actually achieve something bigger than you could ever imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;         For Jim Carrey's character, all he needed was to say "yes". For you, it might be the same or it might require more initiative. It is how you look at it, a glass half-filled with water or a glass half-empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you do see the possibility of something amazing, what are you going to do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8N7ihdqvSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8N7ihdqvSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2804406318237972480?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2804406318237972480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2804406318237972480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2804406318237972480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2804406318237972480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8587233807531753812</id><published>2009-02-24T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:10:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;When one goes choosing a movie to watch on cinema, one must weigh the important facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1) what movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2)location, location, location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Time? The movie chooses it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;www.cityline.com.hk/eng/movie/byMovieStep1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at times, I have to remind myself; I'm on an Island. So its obvious the possibilities are small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8587233807531753812?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8587233807531753812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8587233807531753812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8587233807531753812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8587233807531753812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/movies.html' title='Movies...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-563882176455885592</id><published>2009-02-24T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:23:04.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZFBl7xNXjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZFBl7xNXjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-563882176455885592?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/563882176455885592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=563882176455885592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/563882176455885592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/563882176455885592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4711155378885311167</id><published>2009-02-20T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:14:29.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is videos like these that make me feel loads better about my feeble Wii attempts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKfVzs7niZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKfVzs7niZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4711155378885311167?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4711155378885311167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4711155378885311167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4711155378885311167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4711155378885311167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1675031936985935258</id><published>2009-02-16T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:22:40.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDtn2Or4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/YqtfQR84AdE/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDtn2Or4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/YqtfQR84AdE/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414856019259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDeFWtSEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yTRyyZMoWlU/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDeFWtSEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yTRyyZMoWlU/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414589062203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDRvjwkNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xZr4epvt-Lc/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDRvjwkNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xZr4epvt-Lc/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414377052934354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDIhVY3nI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-5Jcpw_8IjI/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDIhVY3nI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-5Jcpw_8IjI/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414218615742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmC_TmPTTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9ZppzoBF3Ps/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmC_TmPTTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9ZppzoBF3Ps/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303414060309499186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1675031936985935258?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1675031936985935258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1675031936985935258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1675031936985935258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1675031936985935258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmDtn2Or4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/YqtfQR84AdE/s72-c/SafeRedirect.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5358530907817880031</id><published>2009-02-16T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:14:38.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmCX8HNX4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/_BlBXH3QMIk/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmCX8HNX4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/_BlBXH3QMIk/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303413383990435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmCHbPX55I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y8XM8guf-PI/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmCHbPX55I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y8XM8guf-PI/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303413100288403346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmB8YZ_y6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/h63pn49QZMs/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmB8YZ_y6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/h63pn49QZMs/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303412910549093282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmBvSK83lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/vMqiz9zJbv4/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmBvSK83lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/vMqiz9zJbv4/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303412685537074770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Hugo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5358530907817880031?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5358530907817880031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5358530907817880031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5358530907817880031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5358530907817880031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SZmCX8HNX4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/_BlBXH3QMIk/s72-c/SafeRedirect.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8998542117149466076</id><published>2009-02-10T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:15:07.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGkf80Um0Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGkf80Um0Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8998542117149466076?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8998542117149466076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8998542117149466076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8998542117149466076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8998542117149466076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8098313956393615489</id><published>2009-02-09T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:27:09.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;DIRECTION : Once you've been tagged, write a post of 16 random things, habits, or goals about you. Tag 5 others and give a reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1) I bite pens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2) I have been shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3) I have blue toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4) I am craving for chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5) I love books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6) I am hopeless with Wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;7) For the past week I have been listening to Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;8) I am using a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;9) I forgot to bring a camera with me to Hk. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(do you believe me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;10) I wake up each morning to a brilliant view of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;11) I am going shopping again. duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;13) My sister is taller than me&lt;/span&gt;. ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;14) I love and adore my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;15) There are strange plugs here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;16) I am going out again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tagging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1) Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2)Vic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3) Cecelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4) Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5) Mey Yie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8098313956393615489?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8098313956393615489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8098313956393615489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8098313956393615489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8098313956393615489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/direction-once-youve-been-tagged-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-94860187098179920</id><published>2009-02-06T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:58:22.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying machine</title><content type='html'>How I wish you would just die and or magically transform into a brilliant new and efficient PC. Oh, if only dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-shucks-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-94860187098179920?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/94860187098179920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=94860187098179920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/94860187098179920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/94860187098179920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-machine.html' title='Dying machine'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1972442307929476602</id><published>2009-02-06T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:09:48.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqpA5Acc8-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqpA5Acc8-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1972442307929476602?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1972442307929476602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1972442307929476602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1972442307929476602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1972442307929476602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-song.html' title='Random song.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6968816626325213569</id><published>2009-02-02T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:59:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It rained for days and the entire area was flooded. One man was stranded on his roof as the rain poured down. Afraid he would drown, the man cried out to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Father, save me!" he yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A neighbour was passing by on a boat and called to him, asking him to jump in. The man choose not to saying that God will save him instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was still pouring down and the water raised to his waist. Again he yelled,"God, save me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This time a volunteer boat came and asked to him to get in. The man still choose not to, giving the reason that God will save him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, the water rose to his shoulders and still the man was on the roof. Again he cried out,"Lord God, save me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A helicopter came and the rescuers yelled to him, calling him to climb up. The man choose not to, yelling out that God will save him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man died and when he went to heaven, he asked God why was he not saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;God told him that He had sent the man's neighbour, volunteers and even a helicopter to rescue him. And yet the man choose not to go with any of them and so that was why he drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes we expect God to sweep down from the heavens and save us with his mighty hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reality, God works with people most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The question is are we wise enough to see that and allow ourselves to be saved when the time comes. Or do we allow ourselves to drown just because of ignorance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298470227065706562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 155px; height: 119px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SYfymVk8GEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s-qKmuVVSho/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6968816626325213569?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6968816626325213569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6968816626325213569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6968816626325213569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6968816626325213569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/02/god.html' title='God.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SYfymVk8GEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s-qKmuVVSho/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8784780955597850734</id><published>2009-01-28T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:01:50.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Its been what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost six days and I still can't say a single word without sounding like a chipmunk that is choking on glass. There was a time when only the world could hear me sing with the sound of nails. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now even a simple &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; song hurts my very own ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish for the days where I could inflict the torture of my songs and not feel the sting of it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blast it all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8784780955597850734?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8784780955597850734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8784780955597850734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8784780955597850734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8784780955597850734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/chipmunk.html' title='Chipmunk'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-228191299811407892</id><published>2009-01-27T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:32:13.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Everywhere I look, I find adverts of time saving tips or ways to go faster or reach somewhere quicker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;          Are we actually saving more time if we do things faster?  As we grab every free second of the day, how do we spend those moments? Work, money, lifestyles, friends, social lives,  and school. They consume our daily lives and each moment as we hurry along the day. The hours just pass by meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;             At the end of the day, there are still people who had dedicated their lives to jobs, grades and the world around them. Yet, why is it do they feel that the years seemed to have wasted away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the question is not how you live your life. Instead, it is what do you live for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-228191299811407892?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/228191299811407892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=228191299811407892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/228191299811407892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/228191299811407892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8937789829041136818</id><published>2009-01-24T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:22:27.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stand by you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xstLRWHgD2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xstLRWHgD2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-stand-by-you.html' title='I&apos;ll stand by you'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-331293022723799651</id><published>2009-01-19T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:42:40.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is best lived and understood with a few simple words and a strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SXSQ_JEEUFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/A-1dTVmdb0Y/s1600-h/glass_heart_thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SXSQ_JEEUFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/A-1dTVmdb0Y/s320/glass_heart_thumb_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293014876506312786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;After all, what have you got to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-331293022723799651?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/331293022723799651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4875803246322064361</id><published>2009-01-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:44:57.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh gosh honestly, its cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFdbZHMBxfg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFdbZHMBxfg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4875803246322064361?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4875803246322064361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4875803246322064361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4875803246322064361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4875803246322064361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/marry-me.html' title='Marry Me'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5395798814010627101</id><published>2009-01-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:36:04.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErK6nw565t8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErK6nw565t8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Popcorn anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5395798814010627101?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5395798814010627101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5395798814010627101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5395798814010627101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5395798814010627101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-16.html' title='April 1'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7093745236951772598</id><published>2009-01-14T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:30:37.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4NlyZqJhwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4NlyZqJhwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7093745236951772598?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7093745236951772598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7093745236951772598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7093745236951772598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7093745236951772598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairness.html' title='Fairness'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3889646624814678783</id><published>2009-01-13T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:08:42.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price</title><content type='html'>Someone wise once told me about everyone having a price. The first thing that usually comes to mind is an exact amount on cash bills or checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet if you think about it, what you sacrifice could be more than just figures on pieces of papers. It could be your dreams, your life or your one shot at finding happiness. What are you giving up is important. Yet, we tend to forget the importance of what we may be willing to give it up for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some often tell me that they will dream big and aim high. Still at the end of the day, would they willingly give it up for something more important- a precious moment spent with family or even financial security? Everyone has a dream and everyone has a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The question is, what is yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3889646624814678783?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3889646624814678783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3889646624814678783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3889646624814678783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3889646624814678783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/price.html' title='Price'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-752197428962847785</id><published>2009-01-11T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:02:09.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'m not tired, honest.*crash* Zzz Zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when force and anger is required. And that is when one is faced with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;deadliest army known to mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kindergartners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are deadly and require your entire energy span and patience. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Constantly demanding, one must always be alert at the sign of noise or quietness.&lt;/span&gt; For in silence is where they are most dangerous. Here they unleash untold horrors onto the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here they demand the deadliest request.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To be entertained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-752197428962847785?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/752197428962847785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=752197428962847785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/752197428962847785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/752197428962847785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-tired-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4721607987700223092</id><published>2009-01-05T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:42:42.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As we surround ourselves with people, we tend to make assumptions based on their character. However, a person will always be able to surprise us as no one is 100% predictable. It is human nature to go into a routine. Yet, it is surprising how we tend to either place our will upon the other to either change the person or make him or her stay exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable. How we deal with it is entirely up to us.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4721607987700223092?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4721607987700223092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4721607987700223092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4721607987700223092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4721607987700223092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-767381770939766218</id><published>2009-01-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:56:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Should all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Should all acquaintance be forgot and the days of Au Lang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Can't spell, sue me.)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;For Au Lang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt; my dear, For Au Lang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;We'll take a cup of kindness yet for Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-767381770939766218?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/767381770939766218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=767381770939766218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/767381770939766218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/767381770939766218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5950728934032131911</id><published>2009-01-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:49:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I can fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, its amazing the year is over and now it is the 4Th of January. A year filled with promises, new beginnings, new chapters and epiphanies. Yesterday, I spent the night embracing my incapability to go to bed at the right hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of forcing myself to close my eyes and count sheep which strangely makes you hungry- I just let it be. Stayed up till what seemed like an ungodly hour but it worked in a way. Although I was totally aware of my surroundings for goodness knows what time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I going do today on this beautiful Sunday Morn? Should I...Nah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I know.. I shall eat pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5950728934032131911?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5950728934032131911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5950728934032131911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5950728934032131911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5950728934032131911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I believe I can fly...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5831556031071934681</id><published>2008-12-29T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:00:19.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SVj3nkBg3DI/AAAAAAAAATE/_d8oee6V80g/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246421776260146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 143px; height: 107px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SVj3nkBg3DI/AAAAAAAAATE/_d8oee6V80g/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There comes a time in a person's life where they wish to just slam their head in the pillows and just fall asleep. Unfortunately, it is not that simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google's latest assessment of insomnia says that half of the world's insomniacs have unresolved issues such as worry and etc. I stared upon the screen and wished it too explode. Then again maybe that is considered an unresolved issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange things happen when people do not get enough sleep. For one thing it is said their body coordination or stability gets well "disturbed"-lack of a better word, sue me.- Let's just say one tends to fall or bump into hard stationary objects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It boggles me that when one third of the world are begging for sleep and are unable to, the other quarter are perfectly able to and trying not to. If only I was the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5831556031071934681?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5831556031071934681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5831556031071934681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5831556031071934681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5831556031071934681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SVj3nkBg3DI/AAAAAAAAATE/_d8oee6V80g/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3723378779718891480</id><published>2008-12-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:49:58.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Laureen do you know how to bake pancakes?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, KJ. How?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You take a cake and put it in a pan. Tadaa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running on Christmas day. I did not know where I was heading. All I did was run and somehow I ended up in a florist. The lady asked me what did I want? And I wondered what on earth was I doing there Christmas day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, there I was and it was as though my hand had a mind of its own when I took a stalk of yellow daisies. Next thing I knew I was paying for them to be wrapped up for my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It was crazy. Yet it was worth it when I saw her face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometimes people do crazy things without thinking and I suppose on that Christmas day, I went on an impulsive run just because I could&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my point is, have you ever just stopped and done something that was spontaneous-even something as easy and meaningful as buying your mum flowers? It struck me that life is about these little stuff that happens. The memories of laughing together or just watching a movie. Its about the little things like running to a florist on Christmas day to buy a flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The thing is do you cherish those moments or do you let it slip through your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126413403425762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SVT8-fsri-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/85tgUhNXyWA/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3723378779718891480?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3723378779718891480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3723378779718891480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3723378779718891480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3723378779718891480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/lame-jokes.html' title='Lame Jokes'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SVT8-fsri-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/85tgUhNXyWA/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8825574088364590211</id><published>2008-12-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:36:42.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Spm is over and everyone is on a huge long break. Some are of overseas or outstation while the rest are stuck at home wondering what to do. Watching TV and going online is now the only entertainment. Boredom has set in and basically everyone is drifting. &lt;/span&gt;Some have taken jobs and started planing for the next coming year while the rest just go Christmas shopping or food hunting.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; The year is about to end and next year promises incredible change. For one thing, the US now has Barack Obama as its leader. Malaysian politics are still as scandalous and interesting as ever. And lets not forget Chinese New Year where red packets are given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;So go on and have a great Christmas and a brilliant New Year. The year is at an end, celebrate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8825574088364590211?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8825574088364590211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8825574088364590211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8825574088364590211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8825574088364590211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-merry-christmas.html' title='Oh, Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1217254457163747291</id><published>2008-12-12T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:04:16.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Its 2.50 am, correction 2.51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm still awake, why? I don't even know why. All I do know is that I am still an insomniac. So what does a girl do when she wants to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Read. Sudoku. Drink Milo. Stare at the wall. Play online games. More Sudoku. Google-ing on ways to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steps to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Think of something very calming. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;calming... Milo swirling in the cup*stomach growls*hunger&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;2)Make sure you have a comfortable bed in which you can get a good night's sleep. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;bed.. it seems OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Soundproof your room.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It's Karyn proof..for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Read.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I did that. And I'm still not asleep. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Adjust the lights to a level you are comfortable with.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It's dark, what am I suppose to adjust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Get into a comfortable position, loosen any tight restrictive clothing. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;makes me wonder, who wears tight jeans and etc when they sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Practice deep breathing.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;breathes in,breathes out. Am I asleep? Apparently not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Imagine yourself sinking into the mattress.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*Sinking thoughts, sinking thoughts* Am I asleep? Ah shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Imagine a swinging pendulum.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;pendulum..hmm Add maths, spm, school, prom? Lizards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o) Count sheep.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;One lamb chop, two mutton curry, three roast lambs...*stomach growls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Gosh, when will this end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1217254457163747291?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1217254457163747291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1217254457163747291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1217254457163747291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1217254457163747291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2568880650519888671</id><published>2008-12-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:55:29.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 3rd..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq2G4Gvy5fs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq2G4Gvy5fs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2568880650519888671?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2568880650519888671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2568880650519888671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2568880650519888671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2568880650519888671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='April 3rd..'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5369923392185474704</id><published>2008-12-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:43.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness,</title><content type='html'>I was putting up my tree alone by myself a few days ago and I discovered a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Bricks are hard to find. (don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Apparently I have x'mas songs in my pc. Question is where is the cd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3) In a house that virtually has almost everything, I can't find any tape or wrapping paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4)X'mas lights have strange connecting wires. Very weird ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Channel 3 is weirder. I found ads that made me wish I poked my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;6) I'm taller than the tree. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5369923392185474704?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5369923392185474704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5369923392185474704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5369923392185474704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5369923392185474704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/craziness.html' title='Craziness,'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5775469419174785195</id><published>2008-12-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:09:49.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I wonder... should I elaborate? Nah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5775469419174785195?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5775469419174785195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5775469419174785195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5775469419174785195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5775469419174785195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom.html' title='Prom...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2467240270495125722</id><published>2008-12-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:48:21.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: Why are you late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WEBSTER: Because of the sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: What sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WEBSTER: The one that says, “School Ahead, Go Slow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TEACHER: Cindy, why are you doing your math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;multiplication on the floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;CINDY: You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: John, how do you spell “crocodile?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;JOHN: K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: No, that’s wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;JOHN: Maybe it’s wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TEACHER: What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;SARAH: H I J K L M N O!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;SARAH: Yesterday you said it’s H to O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;GEORGE: Here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;CLASS: George!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TEACHER: “Can anybody give an example of  COINCIDENCE?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;JOHNNY: “Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;same day, same time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;TEACHER: “George Washington not only chopped down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;his father’s cherry tree, but also admitted doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;it. Now do you know why his father did not punish him?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;JOHNNY: “Because George still had the axe in his hand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Here is an explanation of the school homework policy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students should not spend more than 90 minutes per night. This time should be budgeted in the following manner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes looking for assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes getting a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes checking the TV Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Man at medical store:I need poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Chemist: I can’t sell you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Man shows his marriage certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Chemist: Oh! sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I didn’t knew you had a prescription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2467240270495125722?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2467240270495125722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2467240270495125722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2467240270495125722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2467240270495125722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/joel.html' title='Joel&apos;s jokes'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6738171791686077940</id><published>2008-12-03T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:18:23.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle and when 24 hours in a day are not enough, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;They agreed it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to recognize&lt;/span&gt; that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.The sand is everything else---the small stuff.'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play a game. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf ball first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked. The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275490334972380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/STZOgkgJBBI/AAAAAAAAARg/fiLcyisjx8g/s320/reference.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rest is just sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6738171791686077940?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6738171791686077940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6738171791686077940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6738171791686077940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6738171791686077940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/STZOgkgJBBI/AAAAAAAAARg/fiLcyisjx8g/s72-c/reference.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8962266037517165836</id><published>2008-11-30T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:23:50.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting conversation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has with God Almighty.  This is the conversation he had with a student of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    So, you Believe in God ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Absolutely, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Is God Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :    Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :    Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to  GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Student was silent )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   You can't answer, can you ?  Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   From . . . GOD . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   That's right.  Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :    Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  No, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  No , sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.  What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  Nothing.  I only have my Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Yes, Faith.  And that is the Problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Professor :   Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student   :   No, sir. There isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,  a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :  Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . but if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student   :   Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life, just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :   Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; (The Class was in Uproar )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student    :  Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor :   I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Student    :  That is it sir . . .  Exactly ! The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS:The student is thought to be Albert Einstein. I thought it was interesting conversation nonetheless. It makes you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8962266037517165836?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8962266037517165836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8962266037517165836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8962266037517165836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8962266037517165836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-conversation.html' title='An interesting conversation.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-5823876257740103033</id><published>2008-11-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:40:18.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WE DID IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well most of us did... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we Finished HIGH SCHOOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So when the school was nearly empty what did a bunch of seniors do on their last day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We Took Pictures.. signed nonsense on each other's clothing.. Signed more nonsense on the school basketball court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Took more pictures.. hugged each other.. and waxed each other's knees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We did victory dances. And sang the school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anthem&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Said goodbye to the school and drew over pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can hardly believe it.. I just spent 5 years of my life in that huge building. I think I might just miss it... nah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-5823876257740103033?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/5823876257740103033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=5823876257740103033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5823876257740103033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/5823876257740103033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/over.html' title='Over!!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8646666973192276226</id><published>2008-11-24T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:43:50.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There was once a little chicken. (awwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We killed the little chicken. (gasp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then we fried the little chicken. (oooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then Laureen ate the little chicken. (burp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No more little chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story: Laureen likes chicken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8646666973192276226?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8646666973192276226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8646666973192276226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8646666973192276226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8646666973192276226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6701785907561717895</id><published>2008-11-23T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:01:39.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSlv7nyHG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/x5Gu2Rh7KsQ/s1600-h/invites.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271867908896004930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSlv7nyHG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/x5Gu2Rh7KsQ/s320/invites.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There was this little ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There was this little mosquito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There was this little light bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There was this little spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheildtox&lt;/span&gt; came and so did the dreaded "Tissue". They died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;RIP little insects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;May all your future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descendants&lt;/span&gt; whom come within range of me gets killed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6701785907561717895?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6701785907561717895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6701785907561717895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6701785907561717895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6701785907561717895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSlv7nyHG0I/AAAAAAAAANI/x5Gu2Rh7KsQ/s72-c/invites.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4101596817986487054</id><published>2008-11-21T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:28:48.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of things happen after 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSbvAdQ7euI/AAAAAAAAANA/sLMSSFs2YEw/s1600-h/hazel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271163205018417890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSbvAdQ7euI/AAAAAAAAANA/sLMSSFs2YEw/s320/hazel%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It is dark and the night is quiet. The time? 1.00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late for a person to be up yet as I glanced at my MSN, there were more than a handful of night owls like myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can hear water dripping from the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My parent's snoring orchestra can be heard from their bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The washing machine plays it personal ring tone to tell all the wash is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The smoke from the mosquito coil burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I see a lizard eat an ant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And an apple goes into my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes, loads of things happen after 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4101596817986487054?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4101596817986487054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4101596817986487054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4101596817986487054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4101596817986487054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/loads-of-things-happen-after-1.html' title='Loads of things happen after 1.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSbvAdQ7euI/AAAAAAAAANA/sLMSSFs2YEw/s72-c/hazel%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-9210051681398486224</id><published>2008-11-19T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few hours to doom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSQbHdx0KeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lpBSzo0rukQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSQbHdx0KeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lpBSzo0rukQ/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367278996924898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Breaths.. breaths.. glances at clock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;gasp... looks back at page.. can't digest anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;stomach sounds.. eats cookies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;glances at clock.. gasp.. looks back at page..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;STILL can't digest anything! Ahh!!&lt;/span&gt; Gives up and goes reading cheesy corny unbelievable love stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;An hour later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaths.....* process repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outcome: progess rate 0.000000000000000000000001%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ok, Chemistry.. I'm  so ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-9210051681398486224?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/9210051681398486224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=9210051681398486224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/9210051681398486224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/9210051681398486224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-hours-to-doom.html' title='Few hours to doom.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SSQbHdx0KeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lpBSzo0rukQ/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7297117503450611013</id><published>2008-11-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:50:43.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pass It On.</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to youth and Audrey gave an incredible message. One of her points out of the entire thing was reason to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why the world today seemed so horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have often asked themselves and others why if God existed, are bad things happening around us? The answer was so simple and made so much sense that it was almost dumb that no one got it before.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why there is &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tyranny, poverty, oppression, racism, discrimination, death&lt;/span&gt; and etc is because we as people do not make the decision to stand up against it. We do not rise up and choose to make a difference to change things for the better. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After all who said we are unable to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey told the youths a story of a young man working a freelance job. The man drives each day along the highways to catch people whom were stranded in whatever situations, and offers help in return of nothing. The man does this only because of the fact that he was once saved by another man when he was caught in a blizzard. When he tried to thank his savior, the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;man did not want a reward&lt;/span&gt;. Instead the man told him to &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pass it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pass on every good deed done upon you and right every wrong committed in front of your eyes. You do not need to join the army or feed the poor to make a difference. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It is the small things that sometimes causes a larger ripple affect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Question is, do you care enough to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7297117503450611013?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7297117503450611013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7297117503450611013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7297117503450611013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7297117503450611013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-pass-it-on.html' title='Just Pass It On.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3984367490691431502</id><published>2008-11-09T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:15:13.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hit Me!!</title><content type='html'>SPM!!! wish me luck.. Wish us all luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days of luck mind you.. That is what we all need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3984367490691431502?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3984367490691431502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3984367490691431502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3984367490691431502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3984367490691431502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-hit-me.html' title='Just Hit Me!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1380659494099414304</id><published>2008-11-06T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:04:26.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am frigging CRAZY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;I tell the truth and nothing but the truth. Anything in between was and is a necessary lie. So sue me... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,128,64)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The last person to tag you was?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;Chris and Jase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/h4&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Your 5 impression towards him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic, Incredible, Spontaneous (In Christina's case), Funny, Lovable, and a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you&lt;/h4&gt;You talked to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The most memorable words that he/she has said to you&lt;/h4&gt;Hey Laureen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will..&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Wonder what happened in the first place to make us lovers anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;/h4&gt;Nah, impossible. Although if that happens, and in Christina's case, I'll eat every strawberry on the face of the earth.. Muahaha,.. I love strawberries too. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Everything... You have to be someone else entirely. Undergo plastic surgery, voice change, style change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/h4&gt;I ate buckets filled with Hiagendaz (Is that how it's spell?) Strawberry ice-cream in front of them and never shared.... MUAHAHHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The most desirable thing you could do for he/she is?&lt;/h4&gt;I could share my ice-cream... about a teaspoon full. (Gosh, I'm so nice. Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Your overall impression of him/her is..&lt;/h4&gt;You are both great. Although Jason, you could stand to loose that ego of yours. Just a teeny bit. &lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Crazily Enthusiastic. Although Mey Yie thinks I'm retarded. =P You nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;On contrary, the character you hate about yourself is?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Hate is such a strong word. My stubbornness is a weakness point though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Oprah. Hey, anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Aww, I love you too. Now go get me ice-cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,128,64)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Tagging people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;1. Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;2. Kok Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;3. Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;4. Sharlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1380659494099414304?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1380659494099414304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1380659494099414304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1380659494099414304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1380659494099414304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-frigging-crazy.html' title='I am frigging CRAZY!!'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3184030836858150386</id><published>2008-11-06T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:45:36.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have changed the tag a bit so sue me.. I just could not stand the grammar mistakes. Told you I am a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged by Multiple Bloggers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*A writer. One whom will change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Your friends or a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have often thought of committing murder though. A few names are on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, although it does not hurt to have slightly more. Then again my head would swell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I am only seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing rainbows after rainstorms?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, the rain has to stop eventually. So why not look forward to the rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for the year?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Great results for SPM and to swim again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in everlasting love?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No one loves me more than God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to you? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-Sweet-hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-Courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Has wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Does not smoke. (No terrible vices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Not Dannyboo old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Loves me for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is your most fav feeling?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I love feeling free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your most embarrassing moments?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Too many to list. Gosh, I am such a klutz. I blame you people and that monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the ppl you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hate is such a strong word. Sides I do not hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every one of your friendships?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely. (See, I am so nice. Now you all owe me a 2 ringgit tax for that comment.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could make 4 wishes, what would it be?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-More Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-And stop global warming, inflation, and go world peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;-Oh and more ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave most currently?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's hotter,Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Chace Crawford.. Mey Yie, he's mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words or more.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You are all brilliant, Marvelous, Incredible, Talented, Fantastic and Absolutely Lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(See, I'm so nice. That'll be another 3 ringgit tax.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ate Ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you become in another 10 years to come?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;A fantastic, incredible, brilliant, successful world renown Journalist. You have to dream big in order to make sure your dreams come true. Do not hold back people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite subject in high school and why?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a nerd. I love maths, Add maths, English, Art.. ART, ART, ART.. oh I love you ART!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Tag people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings sent to all as I have tagged all of you!! So, there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3184030836858150386?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3184030836858150386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3184030836858150386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3184030836858150386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3184030836858150386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-changed-tag-bit-so-sue-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6427512906260952473</id><published>2008-10-31T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:41:24.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; They believe that all will be right despite all odds. They hold on to hope that one day life would be better. And in a strange way they show us humility and give us realisation that if we persevere, nothing is impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are ever ready to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263351655182057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQsucacXQHI/AAAAAAAAALg/cOUhKjU6rfk/s320/achmed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They work for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263352236711736050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQsu-Qz18vI/AAAAAAAAALo/CYDJWg6HX_4/s320/invites.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They have friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263352732986167394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQsvbJk40GI/AAAAAAAAALw/eWqgqGl8z6E/s320/invites.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263354003560277778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQswlG1XJxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qNIC2J62bW0/s320/achmed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263354924361993730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQsxatFmTgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Fph48o5v7TM/s320/invites.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just regular people like you and me trying to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6427512906260952473?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6427512906260952473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6427512906260952473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6427512906260952473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6427512906260952473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQsucacXQHI/AAAAAAAAALg/cOUhKjU6rfk/s72-c/achmed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4210393609819042721</id><published>2008-10-28T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:28:30.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQba22RGT7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FOvrj4hWNYM/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262133850444025778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQba22RGT7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FOvrj4hWNYM/s320/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went off to join my friends somewhere near school to do some "studying". We actually did study for a bit but nonetheless that is not the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my way home from that outing and the four of us were smashed into a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;taxi like a can of sardines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each one of us shared the cab due to it being a lot safer and &lt;em&gt;cheaper.&lt;/em&gt; Was dropped off halfway and quite near my home. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I had a nagging feeling I had forgotten something but I could not remember what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cut the long story short, I found out I lost my wallet that day&lt;/span&gt;. By the time I realised it, it was already 4 pm the next day. I was in hysterics to be honest and spooked a few unnamed people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the days came and went. And then just yesterday when I was sitting in from of my laptop just checking my mail, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;something amazing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;An Angel appeared on my doorstep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was the taxi driver from Thursday and he had my wallet and Identity card and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a miracle... an incredible moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4210393609819042721?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4210393609819042721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4210393609819042721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4210393609819042721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4210393609819042721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/miracle.html' title='A miracle.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQba22RGT7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FOvrj4hWNYM/s72-c/a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3558869332275369445</id><published>2008-10-23T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:51:53.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQBVmf2GNOI/AAAAAAAAALA/J7P0CKGsHsc/s1600-h/invites.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260298484640527586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQBVmf2GNOI/AAAAAAAAALA/J7P0CKGsHsc/s320/invites.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The sweetness of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me in just like &lt;em&gt;chocolate.&lt;/em&gt; It tastes bitter sweet at times and the flavour is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;unforgettable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings a huge smile on one's face. And sweet joy to the soul. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That describes how life is when it is lived with a purpose and filled with hope, joy, and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, life is best lived with a bar of chocolate in your hand and a smile on your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, take a break and have a Kit-Kat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260298922644465986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQBV__iX6UI/AAAAAAAAALI/J4MPMp4TUyw/s320/achmed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3558869332275369445?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3558869332275369445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3558869332275369445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3558869332275369445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3558869332275369445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SQBVmf2GNOI/AAAAAAAAALA/J7P0CKGsHsc/s72-c/invites.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-4522049296474294917</id><published>2008-10-21T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:03:22.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinding Pain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In need of drugs... my stomach.. It burns!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time to go home and as students rushed to the gates, the rain pelted on their little heads. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ah, don't we all love it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was about to take the bus when lo and behold it took off leaving me behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259560729267799314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SP22ne6aBRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WCobCbKg3S4/s320/fish.bmp" width="154" border="0" /&gt;         I was hungry, I was pelted by acid rain, and I was tired. Waited for a taxi at a bus stop. As I was too impatient, I decided to join Sam for study group at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stall. While heading there, I saw a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got in instead and met an interesting taxi-driver whom actually managed to put a smile on my face. It is&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt; how no matter what you feel, a simple act of kindness makes everything better. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What act of kindness have you done today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-4522049296474294917?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/4522049296474294917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=4522049296474294917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4522049296474294917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/4522049296474294917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/blinding-pain.html' title='Blinding Pain..'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SP22ne6aBRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WCobCbKg3S4/s72-c/fish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1836011582228613842</id><published>2008-10-20T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:48:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... Bowling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1836011582228613842?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1836011582228613842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1836011582228613842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1836011582228613842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1836011582228613842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-bowling.html' title='So... Bowling?'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8909176892315894858</id><published>2008-10-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:54:20.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping tomatoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It started ever so slowly... It was flying so freely and then it happened with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It bounced! And jumped and went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;splat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Karyn's face.. Ha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting quietly in front of the PC minding my own business when my sister came tumbling into me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Goodness knows why.&lt;/span&gt; All I ever did was threaten to send an I'M to my friend who happened to be online that she liked him.. See it was so definitely not&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was sitting down &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;doing absolutely nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when then she comes storming in saying, "You have my socks!" So, it turns out I did, but the point is it was not my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I do not look for trouble, it usually finds me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get how it is, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Its not my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8909176892315894858?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8909176892315894858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8909176892315894858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8909176892315894858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8909176892315894858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/jumping-tomatoes.html' title='Jumping tomatoes.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2143059785325058663</id><published>2008-10-09T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:22:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hold on.. and do not be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was what my Dad told me one day when he saw me sitting down by myself. Simple &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;words said filled with encouragement.&lt;/span&gt; SPM (&lt;em&gt;O-levels&lt;/em&gt;) is around the corner and so is &lt;em&gt;NS&lt;/em&gt; and etc. High school is almost over and everyone is in a hurry to study or rushing through the syllables. Everyone says good luck and a lot of pressure is felt. At &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; times it is definitely best to hear encouragement more than nagging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;gives us time to reflect and understand that we are only human (teenagers nonetheless).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So what do we have to loose if we try to do our best? Giving up is worse than trying and failing at the process. &lt;/span&gt;By giving up, we would not only fail others around us. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We fail ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am willing to try and go on trying. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255097171866767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SO3bCP1HTwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p_brEJtwrRs/s320/inspire.bmp" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NS is national service. It is a requirement for a selected few to go through intense training. Ah, I for see burnt forests where I'm going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-2143059785325058663?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/2143059785325058663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=2143059785325058663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2143059785325058663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/2143059785325058663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SO3bCP1HTwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p_brEJtwrRs/s72-c/inspire.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3763954189199488794</id><published>2008-10-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:31:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is  this incredible little feeling. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My tummy feels like knots&lt;/span&gt; and my heart sings with joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;La la&lt;/span&gt; la..&lt;/span&gt; I feel like soaring and screaming and laughing. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; happy.. So free..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like a tiny bit of heaven..&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Oh, I love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet, sweet desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253335621682476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SOeY6iBKN3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GaEcl_B3LjE/s400/d.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253336093022177218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SOeZV95TR8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_HymYlnMTpY/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh Sudoku I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253336665587836306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SOeZ3S3l5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_IJ4GPrkczE/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3763954189199488794?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3763954189199488794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3763954189199488794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3763954189199488794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3763954189199488794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SOeY6iBKN3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GaEcl_B3LjE/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-8606989688244818202</id><published>2008-10-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:32:54.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt; today and what did I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, sleep, eat, sleep, and eat, and sleep. Everything else I did in between does not concern you. Nonetheless, have you ever had a day where all you felt like doing was laze about and just stare at the wall and do nothing? This was one of these days. So when half of Malaysia was probably busy with celebrations, I did what the other half of the country did. I did absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And oh my, what bliss... It is a week of solid freedom away from school. Oh, the joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, if only the call for responsibility ceases to sound in my head. And somehow the sounds have taken to a liking to speak to me through &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my mum's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Laureen, have you cleaned your room? And stop digging in the fridge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the holidays after all. And if you do not pig out then, when do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Karyn, stop stealing my potatoes. Get your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hari Raya is a muslim holiday. It lasts for two days. For more info, please look it up at google or wikipedia or other search engines. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-8606989688244818202?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/8606989688244818202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=8606989688244818202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8606989688244818202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/8606989688244818202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7646721118941933930</id><published>2008-09-13T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:32:13.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought how life would be like if you did not exist? How different it would be if not one person like you on the face of the Earth ever existed. Are you truly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the very extend that your death affects all around you? Is your being alive actually meaning something at all?&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Do you matter? Or are you just living a life filled without any purpose at all? In other words, are you putting any effort to matter to yourself at the very least?&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of people whom at their deathbed would wish for more time in their hands. Thoughts of having more time left on Earth often plague their mind.&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever heard of the phrase, living for the moment? Maybe it means something instead of just being some catchy phrase. Live for the moment &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to the fullest extend &lt;/span&gt;and with a purpose. A person can just allow himself to be caught up at the moment of fun or say to the feeling of freedom. Yet, is it meaningful? Will you regret what you do or feel in this life? Are the things you do or the choices you make important?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the KL area is forced to read &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;“the Pearl”&lt;/span&gt; for the Form 5 exam. Of course being teenagers, we all choose to read the easier and much more interesting synopsis. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;However, in spite of all that, it cannot be denied that “the Pearl” has a lesson that shows our actions do affect everything in our lives sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;So what am I going to do with my life? Should I sit around stay as I am and forever hoping something would happen? Or should I just get up and do something? &lt;/span&gt;Do I wait until &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yie&lt;/span&gt;’s Danny boo &lt;/span&gt;stops looking “hot” before I even begin to try? Or do I just start living?&lt;br /&gt;You have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to make. And it is up to you to decide if you want to get up and change yourself or to sit down and just be alone. Stand up and believe you can affect everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, stop complaining and just do something yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7646721118941933930?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7646721118941933930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7646721118941933930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7646721118941933930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7646721118941933930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/09/purpose.html' title='Purpose.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-1321010419881584748</id><published>2008-09-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:48:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plush toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sentimental value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cuddly and all ever so cute and adorable. Your little sister's best friend or most likely the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrounged&lt;/span&gt; up toy from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, we all know what they are. Plush toys. What is scary about plush toys are the fact that they have taken a new look. Apparently toy designers have decided to use deformed or mutated animals as inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At one look of these toys... the little girl inside of me has the urge to hug and reject them. Let us just say not all are that cute and cuddly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242125229900932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SL_FH2Rbp2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gTpNmae4SOs/s400/Xeko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that a frog or a hamster?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242125603619450194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SL_Fdme3rVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W__3mrgmFpw/s400/help.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is just scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy tree friends, you have changed the way I look at plush toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-1321010419881584748?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/1321010419881584748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=1321010419881584748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1321010419881584748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/1321010419881584748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/09/plush-toys.html' title='Plush toys'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SL_FH2Rbp2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gTpNmae4SOs/s72-c/Xeko.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3219839884132779336</id><published>2008-08-31T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:37:25.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote to mess with your minds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not mean real harm here little people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog, is dog, a dog, good dog, way dog, to dog, keep dog, an dog, idiot dog, busy dog, for dog, 20 dog, seconds dog! ... Now read without the word dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News: 3 Chimps escaped from the zoo... 1 was caught watching TV... another playing football and the third one was caught reading this text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make&lt;br /&gt;ever since i met you its been hard for me to forget you&lt;br /&gt;every night i see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and find myself shouting for each time I realise it was not dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u pronounce good English:- read along woof,&lt;br /&gt;roof, loof, shoof, shoof, woof, loof, roof,&lt;br /&gt;poof, woof woof, hoof, woof, roof, shoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you read all the words&lt;br /&gt;Test results: You are a good dog. Now stop barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals of a jungle have decided to hold a meeting. The lion has come, the tiger has come, the elephant has come, the monkey has come.. But The meeting has not started. Guess why ? Because the Donkey is busy reading this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's a joke. Honest. (And we all know how evil I can be. Hah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3219839884132779336?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3219839884132779336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3219839884132779336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3219839884132779336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3219839884132779336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-to-mess-with-your-minds-do-not.html' title='Quote to mess with your minds.'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-9067103905849321307</id><published>2008-08-29T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:29:44.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A baby-sitter's worse nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfYkqUKGDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I0iE5SIzIHk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894815814588466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfYkqUKGDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I0iE5SIzIHk/s400/a.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895147662153410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfY3-iyFsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6lSgc6C_grk/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895800728558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfZd_Z8m2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/l5IsbJHKH5Y/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896195581463346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfZ0-WNyzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IE2Jz69A2cg/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896616286769810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfaNdmLUpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_kFQVnKncA4/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897545655304274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfbDjw5wFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wVdyUPkY63Y/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-9067103905849321307?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/9067103905849321307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=9067103905849321307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/9067103905849321307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/9067103905849321307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahh-pictures.html' title='Ahh Pictures...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/SLfYkqUKGDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I0iE5SIzIHk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-922722136339786139</id><published>2008-08-15T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:56:34.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalkers</title><content type='html'>Now, I never thought I of all people would be stalked... As in finding myself in a situation where actual stalking is involved.&lt;br /&gt;Yet if we think carefully about what majority of the teenage girl population has proven, we humans are rather quite in depth in the activity. For is it no secret that almost every teen girl has once followed a superstar or hot guy on magazines?-hence, helping the magazine industry-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I am not one them, though... Oo Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, is it really any mystery that stalking seems to be the favourite past time of certain individuals. At the very least they have yet to gone overboard with the entire idea. Back then-where &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;dinosaurs roam&lt;/span&gt;-, the only form of communication was talking, shouting, messages by birds, letters, and my ever favourite smoke signals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Probably the cause of global warming if you ask me.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You see back then, if you needed to disturb someone, you just have to well talk to him or her. Yet there was always the dilemma of not being able to find the said poor soul. So hence, we stalk? But that was back then (&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when men found fire), &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it was different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today stalking has taken a new twist. Behold the secret admire and now the C-box writers. Behold "&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dannyboo&lt;/span&gt;" whom I know are the very same person. At the very least I do know they have not gone into reality mode and started practicing lame rip-offs of some &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ninja stealth moves&lt;/span&gt;. God help us all if they do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-922722136339786139?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/922722136339786139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=922722136339786139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/922722136339786139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/922722136339786139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/08/stalkers.html' title='Stalkers'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-6402108477759624121</id><published>2008-08-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:39:30.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And pop goes the oven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laureen: Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yie&lt;/span&gt;, I have a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yie&lt;/span&gt;: You don't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laureen: Yea, I had this huge feeling two people I knew were sitting behind me in class went missing. Do you have any idea who they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt; no... sorry but they sound familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laureen: I know! I wonder who could they be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yie&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saranya&lt;/span&gt; .. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SaLaDnya&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without you? Heck you both make me crazily insane (although some would argue I'm always insane.) and yet there is something that keeps us glued together and laughing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nonsical&lt;/span&gt; topics.&lt;br /&gt;Now... nearly everyday from the moment I met the two "again"... My life has well became a lot more fun in every single aspect. and this blog post is for the both of them. The monkeys. (Oops, did I type that?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is girls in general will always long for the occasional girl talk. Where we can just sit, read magazines and yap about hot guy pics or the simple beauty of a great great great &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GREAT pair of shoes...&lt;/span&gt; or just about &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despite the fact that your friends may be guys, you simply cannot, could not, talk to them about how great a newly bought skirt makes you feel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, they would say it's nice but that would be all... Then again they might keep their comments to themselves. The point is talking to a guy is 10 times so much more different than with a girl. And as the 80's (I think.) song goes, girls just wanna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;How do I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; friendship with the two most crazy girls on earth? (But I still love them.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;I think their names and their bubbling personalities speak for itself. Amazing in every way...And one does come to a point when one starts to realise that the moments spent with your girlfriends are ten times crazier. Hence magnifying every laughter, feeling, joy and etc. You get my meaning. And so in my ever so happy mood, I end this post by wishing happy hols to all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Saujana&lt;/span&gt; and KL.. it is a week of freedom after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh M &amp;amp; S, since I wrote this and you left me by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lonesome&lt;/span&gt; self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, you owe me tips now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-6402108477759624121?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/6402108477759624121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=6402108477759624121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6402108477759624121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/6402108477759624121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-pop-goes-oven.html' title='And pop goes the oven...'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-7245336683604767971</id><published>2008-08-05T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:20:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right....</title><content type='html'>OK so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there was this little caterpillar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I was just minding my own business when I found this piece of paper on the ground. Now a sensible person would have walked away. But what caught my eye was the fact that on this paper... I found a word so simple that I wonder why I never appreciate it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what was written upon the paper was just random nonsense and the word is so cliche that the word has lost it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;        What comes to mind each time one hears the word is the Hippy sign made in the 70's. Not to mention it's always the answer every cliche Pageant Queen show seems to have when the contestants are questioned what they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       Host    : So Miss what-ever-country, what do you want in this world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     Answer: World peace...*prissy glued-on smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;           *Bet you they are all dreaming of the crown upon their heads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Anyway moving on, I can safely bet maybe, just maybe that is exactly what  mostly comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;              Peace.. inner peace.. serenity per say. Balance. What is peace really? Is it all the above?&lt;br /&gt;Is it what a wise and nomad man achieves if he decides to take up a religious lifestyle or live on the land? Is it one feels when one goes into deep slumber after a long tiring day?&lt;br /&gt;             Questions, questions; what do they all mean?&lt;br /&gt;Now if we were to look into the dictionary or an encyclopedia, tons of definitions could be found. Yet what is peace? Truly how can one be at peace with him or herself inside and out?&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Today the world promises tons of opportunities? All in the sense of assisting man grant the most basic of needs; our subconscious wants for inner peace. Materialistic objects are promised and many methods or ways pop out of the blue. ( For example, take this and you will get high or have you tried this? It might make you famous) Let us all face the cold hard truth, man are selfish in nature. However if a person realises this and choose not to fall prey to such a trait, it will just mean the said person has his or her priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;             Peace... It is how you look at it. And honestly does the world not promise you everything at every waking moment. Yet what is it does the world promise? Peace for the moment or a moment quench of our wants and desires. Truthfully are we strong enough to not be tempted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.....oo a car..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-7245336683604767971?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/7245336683604767971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=7245336683604767971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7245336683604767971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/7245336683604767971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/08/right.html' title='right....'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-3784637860307084384</id><published>2008-07-19T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:31:55.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And what do we have here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Confusion... To do what I want to do and what I need to do. A sane person, no strike that. An intelligent person would do what he or she has to. Yet, that is sometimes not the case is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all, we are but only human and being human, we make mistakes. Most of the time our mistakes are caused by groundless reasoning that somehow manages to make sense when we were searching for lame excuses to do what we did. And most of the time the same excuses or said loopholes we searched for, are unable to justify what we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me put this in simpler English... We are dolts when it comes to matters of the heart. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I am not referring to love.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Matters of desire, of our wants and of what we want to do oft control our actions more that our brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course if non of the above is understood than dolt, you require more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;English classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, what do we do when we fall to such deeds per say?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some oft just sit by a corner and pretend all is well while twiddling their thumbs. Others go into a guilt mode and do what was required of them in the first place and do a huge list of self inflecting penance. While the rest of humanity resort to just allow the wimps of the heart and soul take them where they wish. The modern day equivalent of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;epicurean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then again these said modern epicureans are what they are, living only for the moment despite all consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do we allow this to cloud our judgement and allow society's epicurean rules which govern all, to destroy however small the guilt? In other words, do we just allow ourselves to live as the rest of the world does? Cheating, blackmailing corrupting and etc... Do we inflict such great&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;virtues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;into our characters' like the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tyrants &lt;/span&gt;before us? All done to carry out the means where, in this case is our wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it is up to us is it not? After all, men has always had free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046301252909735988-3784637860307084384?l=2justscribble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/feeds/3784637860307084384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2046301252909735988&amp;postID=3784637860307084384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3784637860307084384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046301252909735988/posts/default/3784637860307084384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2justscribble.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-what-do-we-have-here.html' title='And what do we have here?'/><author><name>Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084504212601145092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SJLaAVmFDo/THuVs8lg38I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AnHr12jxCxI/S220/girk%3Dl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046301252909735988.post-2702627944574609621</id><published>2008-07-04T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:17:30.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What pets do when we leave the House.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219075261702601202" style="DISPLAY: block; 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