<?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-21008861</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:11:19.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeIsAllAboutSex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-7638562879632885617</id><published>2007-09-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:09:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can someone give me strength. I am feeling so restless , i just dun seem to have any physical or mental strength to do anything. Sometimes words are just like sharpe knives. Every words that yr the other half said might cut yr heart. Its weird that how things had turn out. Is it my own undoing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;           Is it time to move on and let go ......... I shouldnt be selfish to cling on to something that jolly well doesnt belongs to me?  My mind is so blank and my heart is beating so hard and strong to my great discomfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;           The scene was so familiar. There was the gate, the door , and the living room. My mind flashes back to that time. It seems like it was just so yesterday that similiar incident just happen. The feeling was terrible,the place was scary and its seems like a dark hole there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;            The topics that were brought up was sensitive. It never ever occur to me that the topic will ever be brought up. Strenght is all i need. I have done everything within my own little capability to get things moving in the right direction that i felt was right. Maybe the vision and the picture we see doesnt align to one another. Is communication the tool that we have been lacking so far. Maybe Maybe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;              There always a saying........... If only i knew................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-7638562879632885617?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/7638562879632885617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=7638562879632885617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7638562879632885617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7638562879632885617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/09/4th-september-can-someone-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-6786997983896269931</id><published>2007-08-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:53:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MFG OUTING AT EAST COAST PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw64cR-dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qz5n-EEDyNw/s1600-h/IMGA0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095806397767088594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw64cR-dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qz5n-EEDyNw/s400/IMGA0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Winning Team n Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw7YcR-eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LfJGIra6qh0/s1600-h/IMGA0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095806406357023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw7YcR-eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LfJGIra6qh0/s400/IMGA0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food Food Food... Fat Fat Fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw7ocR-fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ib-ZyozbPRY/s1600-h/IMGA0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095806410651990514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw7ocR-fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ib-ZyozbPRY/s400/IMGA0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwB4cR-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_aDul8Hw7eE/s1600-h/IMGA0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095805418514545042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwB4cR-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_aDul8Hw7eE/s400/IMGA0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All The New Hires being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tekan&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwCIcR-aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/29kGpRZ78Q0/s1600-h/IMGA0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwCocR-bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hp3x7yvy2zU/s1600-h/mfg_20out_202007020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095805431399446962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwCocR-bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hp3x7yvy2zU/s400/mfg_20out_202007020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overlooking Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwC4cR-cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l_9-vm1rdyY/s1600-h/mfg_20out_202007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095805435694414274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfwC4cR-cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l_9-vm1rdyY/s400/mfg_20out_202007014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 Hot Babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Manufacturing outing .. yeah..we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to work on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; ... Just started work only a week plus and yes its food, fun , and babes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WEll&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahahah&lt;/span&gt; everyone is attached and married... While i am also taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrfvDYcR-YI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VoM8Q4k5XGY/s1600-h/IMGA0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MFG OUTING AT EAST COAST PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21008861-6786997983896269931?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/6786997983896269931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=6786997983896269931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/6786997983896269931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/6786997983896269931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/08/mfg-outing-at-east-coast-park-winning.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rrfw64cR-dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qz5n-EEDyNw/s72-c/IMGA0976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-1572703632490260613</id><published>2007-08-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:00:31.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrftoIcR-XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aWR2qL5tdQA/s1600-h/IMG_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHECK OUT THE TIGHT ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrftQocR-WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BniDT30SjGA/s1600-h/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095802373382732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrftQocR-WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BniDT30SjGA/s400/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  YEs i stole her fire fighting uniform and struck a post. Nice ass rite.. HOhoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-1572703632490260613?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/1572703632490260613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=1572703632490260613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/1572703632490260613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/1572703632490260613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-out-tight-ass-yes-i-stole-her.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RrftQocR-WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BniDT30SjGA/s72-c/IMG_0422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-3511357904243546055</id><published>2007-07-25T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:15:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;CONVO 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091138760453781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RqdbuocR-PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nD2FlmyWdU0/s400/Convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091137622287448290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RqdasYcR-OI/AAAAAAAAADI/m5CHMtgnWzo/s400/Gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                The very few important people in the life in NTU... Thank u people once again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-3511357904243546055?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/3511357904243546055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=3511357904243546055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/3511357904243546055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/3511357904243546055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/07/convo-2007-very-few-important-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RqdbuocR-PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nD2FlmyWdU0/s72-c/Convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-3320899933394678345</id><published>2007-07-05T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:57:10.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083922840178978274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Ro244ypc7eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4vFCzxB6rzk/s400/roy_grad1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously i still think i look like i have Rat ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-3320899933394678345?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/3320899933394678345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=3320899933394678345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/3320899933394678345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/3320899933394678345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/07/pre-graduation-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Ro244ypc7eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4vFCzxB6rzk/s72-c/roy_grad1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-4436152071660793388</id><published>2007-06-19T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:33:47.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rnf2pC9uBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vzFtKcm9t2I/s1600-h/ippt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077798289914332658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rnf2pC9uBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vzFtKcm9t2I/s400/ippt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;1 Second away from losing $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday i went for my IPPT at Khatib Camp... I was so not ready cause it have been quite sometime since i last exercise. Mentally i was ready, but physically i am not. I felt so weak when i was there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movitation factor was the $200 carrot that keeps me going or rather should i say running. Static station was a breeze, but i guess i did put on lots of weight from my Japan trip and of cos during the exams period. I had to run below 12.1 secs to get silver and $200. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap 1 : 1min 45 sec (Weak knees)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap 2 : 3 min 45 sec (I cant breathe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap 3 : I cant remember anything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap 4 : Should i stop ? i cant take it any longer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap5 : 10 mins 15 sec .(Can i get my $200)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lap 6 : 12.00 (My lungs are bursting , my heart is pumping so much that i thought that i was going to die.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I managed to complete my freaking 2.4 km for the year 2007 . Guess i m old. If i ran 12.1 sec i would only get $100 ... i guess the wind did help me abit .... hohoho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-4436152071660793388?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/4436152071660793388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=4436152071660793388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/4436152071660793388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/4436152071660793388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-second-away-from-losing-100-last.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Rnf2pC9uBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/vzFtKcm9t2I/s72-c/ippt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-4113199390206115360</id><published>2007-06-12T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:57:00.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Transformation from Undergrad to Graduate ( Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;         My education route is one with lots of long bends and turns. It definetly hasnt been straight and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Back in 1999  after i completed my National Service. Armed with an O level Cert, i was lost. I didnt know what was installed for me. All i learned in Army was to walk and walk and walk. We can walk from one end of Singapore to the other end. We climbed mountains in taiwan , Brunei and Thailand. I went Brunei twice. Pls kill me. It is always about walking. So what the hell am i going to do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         After Army i found a job as a supervisor at Bonvest. I was a supervisor with Orange Julius. I had my own stall to run and with staffs to look after. After 3 months into the job i got bored. Am i going to sell hot dogs and make orange juice for the rest of my life? My dad once told me ... What ever u do please choose a properly and decent job .. that was back in secondary school days. After O level.. He was worry that i might stick to the kind of job that i intially started out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Somehow thinking back i sort of agreed with him now. Cos the first job i got was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Steak Escape ( Teppenyaki kind of restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fratini Italian Restaurant ( At Taka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Planet Hollywood (Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Planer Brahaus (One of the biggest restaurant in Singapore back then before they close &lt;br /&gt;     and reopen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) School Clerk ( Choon Boon Primary.. I prepare exams papers n stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Outdoor sales... (This gotta be one of the worst job ..It a con job)&lt;br /&gt;7) Orange Julius (Supervisor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Life Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Swimming Instructor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Process Enginner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Property Agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Yes i  got stuck in the F&amp;B industry, i always have a soft spot for service line. The time i had working in all these places were great. Talking to strangers , chit chatting , providing a personal service and seeing them response to me and of cos being slam by the kitchen orders when the restaurant are full house... Those were the times.............&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After a year working in OJ , i decided to apply for a place in one of the 4 polytechnics. Waiting for reply was one of the most painful thing for me back then... When i finally got a  reply from Ngee Ann Poly i was like so freaking overjoy ...... We are pleased to inform you that your application for the course of Quality Management Engineering is successful. Wowohoho&lt;br /&gt;i can continue with my education... Due to some reasons i got into Mechanical Enginnering.........&lt;br /&gt;3 long painful years later , i managed to graduate with a diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Some times you hear people saying aiyah .. what is diploma.???Everywhere you go, you any how ask someone on the street , he/she  is a diploma holder. This is something which i agree, what is important to me is the process and progress to getting the diploma... Some people have it easy , life is a breeze for them . For me its never smooth, however i still end up at the same spot with the rest, which i personally felt is important to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-4113199390206115360?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/4113199390206115360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=4113199390206115360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/4113199390206115360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/4113199390206115360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformation-from-undergrad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-6647797161205750591</id><published>2007-05-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T06:27:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Post Exams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Thursday was my finally paper in NTU (Hopefully) . Felt abit lost once i got out of the exam hall. Had lunch with my course mates. hohoh... after that my dad came n pick me home. Evening was spent viewing HDB flats at Tampines. Hopefully i can close the deal before i leave for japan in a week time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                  Caught Spiderman 3 on a friday night with my secondary school frzs... Its been a long time since i met them. Saturday night .......i went to "Yes "Ah Yat again to have dinner with devil's family... Dinner lasted for 4 hours again .... i dun know what the hell they chefs are doing ...Anyway its a norm that dinner last so long at Ah Yat...... yummy yummy .........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB5DQqxPVI/AAAAAAAAACo/s2Np85Grh_g/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062179078085360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB5DQqxPVI/AAAAAAAAACo/s2Np85Grh_g/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Mango Pudding (Must have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB4gQqxPUI/AAAAAAAAACg/CYugtkoylWE/s1600-h/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062178476789939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB4gQqxPUI/AAAAAAAAACg/CYugtkoylWE/s400/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Cold Cold Crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB3NQqxPTI/AAAAAAAAACY/beFLN2paNXw/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177050860797234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB3NQqxPTI/AAAAAAAAACY/beFLN2paNXw/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Bamboo Clam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                               Yes my " Dan Gu Chun" shot up after this 10 course dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/21008861-6647797161205750591?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/6647797161205750591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=6647797161205750591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/6647797161205750591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/6647797161205750591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-exams-thursday-was-my-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RkB5DQqxPVI/AAAAAAAAACo/s2Np85Grh_g/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-2118215549946824792</id><published>2007-04-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:35:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RieLbsRzLvI/AAAAAAAAACI/DKY9pI4UA6U/s1600-h/fashionablene4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055162414605217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RieLbsRzLvI/AAAAAAAAACI/DKY9pI4UA6U/s400/fashionablene4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;He really got to have balls to dress up like that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-2118215549946824792?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/2118215549946824792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=2118215549946824792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/2118215549946824792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/2118215549946824792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-really-got-to-have-balls-to-dress-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RieLbsRzLvI/AAAAAAAAACI/DKY9pI4UA6U/s72-c/fashionablene4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-7596626611864930019</id><published>2007-04-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:31:11.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exams Fever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Exams are here once again..... in a flash i have completed 2 papers today. Feeling very lethargic and tired. Tried sleeping at 12am last nite cos i have a paper in the morning today, but i couldnt sleep at all.. So theoretically speaking , i havent slept for more than 19 hours. I seem to have problem sleeping a day before my first paper. Maybe its because i got exams phobia. I dun know y .... Maybe its because i am not so "Shen" ... well... what to do .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well but not so smooth at all. Just hope that things just turn out fine for me. My the half came the other day and pass me some comfort food. There was a pack of  kit kat chocolate that is so interesting ... thought i just share it with you pple...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think its very thoughtful of her to find something to give it to me that is related to my exams... ho ho ho... Any way Miss Guai Lan.... Thanks alot ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054388255231899202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RiTLVr4A9kI/AAAAAAAAACA/LM1tvDpe7sU/s400/kit+kat+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RiTK774A9jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Ss-B5XIVzc/s1600-h/kit+kat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054387812850267698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RiTK774A9jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Ss-B5XIVzc/s400/kit+kat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-7596626611864930019?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/7596626611864930019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=7596626611864930019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7596626611864930019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7596626611864930019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/04/exams-fever-exams-are-here-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RiTLVr4A9kI/AAAAAAAAACA/LM1tvDpe7sU/s72-c/kit+kat+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-7276665545649907595</id><published>2007-03-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:59:08.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just came back from MAE Farewell dinner..... saw lots of people there. Food was okay, nothing fantastic tho i felt that the fried chicken and the otah was good. I cant believe that i didnt walk away with any lucky draw prize at all.... Number 49 eluded me for that half an hour. WTH... I was eyeing the camera , the hi fi set and the speakers. haiz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams is just like 3 weeks away and i have yet done any readings and tutorials. So tired to do anything .... My the other half kept me entertain by sending me this .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762753822486386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RgKY_w2173I/AAAAAAAAABs/39Rdld3oYvA/s400/roy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;       What the hell ... i look like stephen chow ? and who is this GRACE JONES ??? DO i have fat lips like her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-7276665545649907595?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/7276665545649907595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=7276665545649907595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7276665545649907595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7276665545649907595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/RgKY_w2173I/AAAAAAAAABs/39Rdld3oYvA/s72-c/roy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-8339662977258965865</id><published>2007-03-06T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:00:47.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;GERRARD V RONALDINHO: WHO'S THE GREATEST?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2O0PsgL8I/AAAAAAAAABc/Oe4gyXJE-oA/s1600-h/edit-0307-toptrump-gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038840586314985410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2O0PsgL8I/AAAAAAAAABc/Oe4gyXJE-oA/s400/edit-0307-toptrump-gerrard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2P7_sgL9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4HGcHsHXGY0/s1600-h/edit-0307-toptrump-ronaldindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038841818970599378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2P7_sgL9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4HGcHsHXGY0/s400/edit-0307-toptrump-ronaldindo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2O0PsgL8I/AAAAAAAAABc/Oe4gyXJE-oA/s1600-h/edit-0307-toptrump-gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2O0PsgL8I/AAAAAAAAABc/Oe4gyXJE-oA/s1600-h/edit-0307-toptrump-gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-8339662977258965865?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/8339662977258965865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=8339662977258965865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/8339662977258965865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/8339662977258965865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/03/gerrard-v-ronaldinho-whos-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/Re2O0PsgL8I/AAAAAAAAABc/Oe4gyXJE-oA/s72-c/edit-0307-toptrump-gerrard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-931348746200862584</id><published>2007-03-04T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:16:08.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liverlose (0) Vs Manure (1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;felt sick to the tummy. What the farking hell. U took our&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; loyalties&lt;/span&gt; for granted. U think that we will always be there for u . U think that U WILL NEVER WALK ALONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its time u start to walk alone.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037995107120303298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReqN24QPzMI/AAAAAAAAABM/7vRdU3lbDZU/s400/viceversa_knife_block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how i felt at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-931348746200862584?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/931348746200862584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=931348746200862584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/931348746200862584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/931348746200862584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/03/liverlose-0-vs-manure-1-i-felt-sick-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReqN24QPzMI/AAAAAAAAABM/7vRdU3lbDZU/s72-c/viceversa_knife_block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-7398264071887705732</id><published>2007-02-27T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:02:27.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036484599132164322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReUwDvf_kOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8SoAkZ3EitA/s400/dreamers1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Was watching the Oscars on monday and was looking at Jennifer Hudson. She had just won an oscar for Best supporting actress. I was thinking ... fame has really hit her hard and fast. Americans did not vote for her during the American idol and here she is ... Winner of an Oscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided to try and download the show. (Dream Girls). Some how by accident , i got the title wrongly and downloaded the movie The Dreamers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 mins into the movie , i realised that i got the wrong movie. Nevertheless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finish watching the movie and i found certain scenes very disturbing. Its a very difficult movie to understand. Anyway try to catch the movie if u can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036484337139159250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReUv0ff_kNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XofJtUbZiS4/s400/dreamers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dreamers throws down the gauntlet for the NC-17 rating and the MPAA. For years, studios have been afraid to release a movie rated NC-17, since theaters have threatened not to book it and papers have threatened to bar advertising. This rating replaced the X rating, which had become synonymous with pornography. Unfortunately, people automatically assumed that NC-17 also meant porn. Fear of lost revenue caused movies like &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/eyes_wide_shut.html"&gt;Eyes Wide Shut&lt;/a&gt; to trim or edit scenes, and other movies like &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/requiem_for_a_dream.html"&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/sex_and_lucia.html"&gt;Sex and Lucia&lt;/a&gt; (great movies) and &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/romance.html"&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/fat_girl.html"&gt;Fat Girl&lt;/a&gt; (not so great movies, both by Catherine Breillat) to come out unrated. In fact, the last movie to come out with an NC-17 rating was &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/lie.html"&gt;L.I.E.&lt;/a&gt;, which went completely unnoticed by pretty much everybody. The most hypocritical element about this rating is that it is only for sexual content. The MPAA has gotten extremely lax in their ratings in recent years, especially in light of language. "Shit" and even "fuck" are appearing in PG-13 movies. Extremely gory films like Saving Private Ryan and &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/kill_bill_vol1.html"&gt;Kill Bill Vol. 1&lt;/a&gt; get R ratings when they should be NC-17. In this weird world, &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/billy_elliot.html"&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/a&gt; is rated R and &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/whale_rider.html"&gt;Whale Rider&lt;/a&gt; is PG-13, yet, &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/cat_in_the_hat.html"&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/a&gt; is rated PG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes somebody like Bernardo Bertolucci to challenge the system. Bertolucci (&lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/besieged.html"&gt;Besieged&lt;/a&gt;, Stealing Beauty) has been making films for over forty years, and although his recent films have not been great, he is still considered an extremely gifted director. If he wants his film to remain uncut because of his artistic vision, then the studios sure as heck are going to let him. And a lot of credit should go to Fox Searchlight Pictures for releasing this film as NC-17. The option to watch a film like this should be there. Now, if only a better film were released to push the rating. Yes, there is full frontal male and female nudity, and some pretty graphic simulated sex, but like in many R and unrated movies, the sex and nudity is not necessary. Bertolucci can whine all he wants, but if he cut the nudity, the film would still have the same effect. The fact of the matter is, The Dreamers, adapted by Gilbert Adair (The Territory) from his novel, is unnecessarily explicit, perhaps to cause some controversy and attract some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There are really two films happening here, mixed together unevenly. The first is an unabashed remembrance of classic film, and the second is the formulaic stranger in a strange land falling in love story where the experience has some profound effect on the main character, in this case, American student Matthew (Michael Pitt, &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/wonderland03.html"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.haro-online.com/movies/murder_by_numbers.html"&gt;Murder By Numbers&lt;/a&gt;), who is in Paris in 1968 studying French. He spends a lot of time watching classic films when the student riots eventually reared their ugly heads. He meets Theo (Louis Garrel, This Is My Body, Emergency Kisses) and Isabelle (Eva Green), two twins with an equal love of cinema. They invite him to live in their apartment, as their parents have just gone on a month-long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dreamers works when Bertolucci is waxing nostalgic about cinema. Theo and Isabelle know Matthew from the movies, where they notice he doesn't talk to anybody. The three of them share a love for movies, and talk endlessly about what they love. Bertolucci even has the actors (especially Green) act out scenes from their favorite films. A game the trio frequently plays is to act out a scene, then force the others to guess which film it is from. The references to classic film fly quickly across the screen, and most people will not know what Bertolucci is talking about. He even splices in clips from some films and then has Green act them out. Green is an utterly beguiling actress, and she is most sensuous when acting out these roles. Incidentally, she is clothed for most of these roles. Whenever she gets naked, it is just distracting. The one time where the nudity works is when she is the Venus de Milo, wrapped in a bed sheet and wearing long black gloves. The image is stark and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with these innocent games comes a deeper, more disturbing subtext. Theo and Isabelle are extremely close to each other, closer than siblings should be. They are, in a sense, the same person, and there is something weird and seductive about that to Matthew. They play mind games with each other, tempting Matthew into kinky games of sex and dominance. Pitt, who looks like a mix between Leonardo DiCaprio and an early 90s Matthew Sweet, plays Matthew as naive and kind of stupid. His attraction to Isabelle prevents him from leaving. He is determined to enlighten the two by showing them that they don't need each other to survive, but he doesn't realize he is in way over his head. This element of The Dreamers is less interesting, since it essentially consists of the three holed up in the apartment daring each other to go further. Matthew successfully integrates himself into the bizarre dynamic, but, as the old adage goes, three is a crowd. Bertolucci then throws in some philosophizing about the Vietnam War and political theology, but, like the film as a whole, never amounts to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours, 15 minutes, Rated NC-17 for explicit sexual content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-7398264071887705732?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/7398264071887705732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=7398264071887705732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7398264071887705732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/7398264071887705732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamers-i-was-watching-oscars-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReUwDvf_kOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8SoAkZ3EitA/s72-c/dreamers1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-9020496671901636512</id><published>2007-02-26T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:53:13.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Short..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035808635704283314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReLJRff_kLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nP9jbHX96Ug/s400/ATT00669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what i am going to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035809194050031810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReLJx_f_kMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-u5fDXqWEmc/s400/bellamy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-9020496671901636512?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/9020496671901636512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=9020496671901636512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/9020496671901636512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/9020496671901636512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-short.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_bPIhSE1H8/ReLJRff_kLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nP9jbHX96Ug/s72-c/ATT00669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-117093891142505982</id><published>2007-02-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:51:30.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;              Over lunch at school in Canteen A. My friends and I were having a small discussion about what gifts should one get for their respective gal/boy/gay friends.&lt;br /&gt;              Guess what is the answer? I dun know leh... What the hell .... They just know loh, they dun want to share I guess. Maybe they are getting some kinky stuff .&lt;br /&gt;            On a more serious note. If I am guy. The most perfect V day gift is to lose my V to the gal I love. If I am a gal, the most perfect V day gift is to lose my V to the one I love, plus of cos multiple orgasms. If I am a gay, let just say that I dun want to have diarrhoea for the next few days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-117093891142505982?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/117093891142505982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=117093891142505982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/117093891142505982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/117093891142505982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-over-lunch-at-school-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-117042089621080791</id><published>2007-02-02T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:33:31.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December have been a very busy period for me. Exams were just over and there were lots of things to done. 2 Wedding dinners, baby 1 month celebration ,Christams dinner and New Year Eve Party and of cos ,,,,, FYP.... Final Year Project.... There isnt much to talk about to fellow students when we catch up with one and other. Except :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy Student : Hey hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey hi ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy Student : How is yr FYP .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (*Knn , nothing better to ask it it* ) Politely replied : ok loh , not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy Student : Oh i see. So what are u doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh solar car loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy Student : Wow so fun ah... I see i see .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Fun ? okay loh... (Si bei talk cock leh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that the conversation is heading to no where , i always end the conversation by saying ," Hey sorry leh , go to go liao .. meeting my prof now. Please please , people dun bored me with such dumb opening conversation . Can we have something interesting like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Student : Hey hi , how are u man, yoyoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I m fine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Student : Wow y look so tired ... Too much sex ah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : No lah, where got sex.. I m virgin leh... Studying too hard in library liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Student : Virgin ? Wow, extinct liao leh... no bad leh u , can keep so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aiyah , i want to keep it to enjoy later mah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky Student : Wow ahahhaha. Keep it up man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U get what i mean... interesting conversation ....I dun want to have so many MASTER STUDENT as friends loh.....Haiz wil i die a old virgin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Dinner at RASA Sentosa :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/1600/841536/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/Presentation1.jpg" 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/21008861-117042089621080791?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/117042089621080791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=117042089621080791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/117042089621080791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/117042089621080791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2007/02/december-december-have-been-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-116581868342199375</id><published>2006-12-10T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:31:23.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shandy is 2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/400/816627/Presentation3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Yesterday was shandy's birthday. Yeah the little devil's female mummy got her a birthday cake. Cheesecake for doggies. She even made her a birthday hat... Hohohoh... Seriously i wonder does shandy knows its her bithday ? She enjoy the cake tho....... Above is some pictures of her when we just got her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-116581868342199375?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/116581868342199375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=116581868342199375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116581868342199375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116581868342199375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/12/shandy-is-2-years-old-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-116581801419623208</id><published>2006-12-10T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:20:14.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3rd Trip to Bangkok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/400/223760/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/400/890656/cabbages%20n%20condom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/21008861-116581801419623208?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/116581801419623208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=116581801419623208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116581801419623208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116581801419623208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/12/3rd-trip-to-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-116551453892177633</id><published>2006-12-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:12:28.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mY EXam DaRlinGS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/1600/907859/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/400/928731/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/1600/599943/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-116551453892177633?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/116551453892177633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=116551453892177633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116551453892177633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116551453892177633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-exam-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-116548511213123491</id><published>2006-12-07T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:54:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET THE FOX OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Its has been months since i last updated my blog... What the hell have i been doing ? Slacking? Nah i been busy with school. Been busy with projects, assigments and final year project. As u pple might have known , we are building a solar car to race in Aussie next year around October. Hopefully everything will turn out fine. Then we are able to generate some publicity so that Cheryl Fox will come down to interview us... Cheryl cheryl show us the fox in u pls... come on foxy cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/1600/51011/fox_neil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/1600/51011/fox_neil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/320/535549/fox_neil.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8047/2121/320/592556/59938.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;wowowow....... see ... dun they have something in common ?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-116548511213123491?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/116548511213123491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=116548511213123491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116548511213123491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/116548511213123491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-fox-out-its-has-been-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-115216971340344232</id><published>2006-07-05T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:50:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY MINI WORLD CUP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time the world cup fiesta will be coming to an end soon. What a boring shit match it will be. FRANCE VS ITALY… French balls licker playing against the Italian blow jobs. Sounds weird… But the media should really consider that statement to hype up the match. Cause I really think no ones give a shit about this match except the punters. Well I made about 700 hundred barks in the first week. Wowooo… I am a genius. Every match that I bought some how or rather turns out the way I want it to be But …….Men always being the greedy ass shit want to win more money, so guess what? I lose all my money within the next few days.. What the Fark man…. I thought I could use my winnings to donate to charity and stuff …. Guess things didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to be… (I m still losing $$$$) Stupid Portuguese egg tarts cant even win the French balls licker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about world cup, when every time a player scores a goal , he will scream, run , perform somersault and some weird dance to celebrate their goal. You people who dun really understand soccer will think that “ Why so farking dramatic” stupid right ? NO NO you are wrong. From a personal note, the feeling is so shiok… Like some says its better than multiple orgasm. (That I wont know. Cos only gals have that luxury, and I am a Virgin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my secondary school days, we took part in the inter class soccer tournament. I was playing as a defender or mid fielder. Our team was considered as one of the strongest , cause we have lots of malay players. In Singapore as long as your team have some malays, they are look upon as imported brazilian players. We were playing against an average team from the other class. The match was coming to and end soon, but yet the score was 0-0, we couldn’t break down the opposition stubborn defense. We were then awarded a corner kick in the very last minute. I was standing somewhere in the middle of the field, and I happen to be the last player in my own half. The corner kick was taken, the ball was then headed away and the ball was rolling towards me. I could hear my team mates shouting at me to kick the ball up to them. I didn’t know at the moment what was I thinking , but I just wack the ball with all my might and the ball flew high and some how it just ended up in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just scored a spectacular long range shot goal. Suddenly everyone in my team ran towards me and hug and kiss me. I felt so great loh… I felt so important in that match. I guess if I were in the world cup… I would have be treated like a god for that goal…. Signz…….. ROY was the name behind my jersey.&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/21008861-115216971340344232?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/115216971340344232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=115216971340344232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/115216971340344232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/115216971340344232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mini-world-cup-in-few-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-114960022391440044</id><published>2006-06-06T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:30:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;中國四大美女&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually know much about the 4 beauties from China ? If you are just like me who doesnt know much about them , then here you go................Presenting to you , the 4 beauties from China &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/wang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/gongli1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she is extremly HOT in this picture. She makes me H#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/gongli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) GONG LI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/maggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2) MAGGIE CHEUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/ziyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/ziyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3) ZHANG ZIYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/joan%20chen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/joan%20chen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4) JOAN CHEN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is no joke... When i was in China during my poly attachment. My friends and i were talking about this topic. Before anyone could say anything, I shut everyone up. I said something like"Kaoz,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;中國四大美女&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;you all dun know ah. What a twit loh.. "and i was busy ranting the names of the 4 babes above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, my friends bursted out laughing at me .. I was like.. What the fuck are u people laughing. There and then , did i realized that i was the biggest twit loh.... Damm.... i feel so dumb loh. My history of China is that bad .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok for the correct version of the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/gongli1.jpg"&gt;中國四大美女 &lt;/a&gt;Here we go................and abit of history to go along..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/diaochan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/diaochan-1.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (貂蟬) Diao Chan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was said to have been born in AD &lt;a title="169" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/169"&gt;169&lt;/a&gt;. Unlike the other three beauties, she never appears in any historical writings known to exist and is quite possibly a fictional character. According to historical records, Lü Bu did have relations with a maid of Dong Zhuo's; however, there is no evidence that this person's name was Diaochan; in fact, it is extremely unlikely that it was, because "Diào" is and was not commonly used as a Chinese family name, and "diàochán" likely referred to &lt;a title="Sable" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sable"&gt;sable&lt;/a&gt; (diào) tails and &lt;a title="Jade" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jade"&gt;jade&lt;/a&gt; decorations in the shape of &lt;a title="Cicada" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cicada"&gt;cicadas&lt;/a&gt; (chán), which at the time adorned the hats of high-level officials. Diao Chan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/XiShi_Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/XiShi_Image.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (西施) Xi Shi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xi Shi's beauty was said to be so extreme that she caused the fish to dip in shame. Xi Shi had equally charming in both heavy and light makeup, slim or plump, fully dressed or naked, her exquisite features took beholders' breath away."An apperance of Xi Shi that would sink the most beautiful fish".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/yang.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(楊貴妃)Yang Guifei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her hair like a cloud, her face like a flower,A gold hair-pin adorning her tresses.Behind the warm lotus-flower curtain,They took their pleasures in the spring night.Regretting only the spring nights were too short;Rising only when the sun was high;He stopped attending court sessionsIn the early morning.Constantly she amused and feasted with him,Accompanying him on his spring outings,Spending all the nights with him.Though many beauties were in the palace,More than three thousand of them,All his favors were centered upon her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/wang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/wang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (王昭君) Wang Zhaojun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wang Zhaojun was born to a prominent family of Zigui county, Nan county (now Xingshan county, &lt;a title="Hubei" href="http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/Hubei"&gt;Hubei&lt;/a&gt;) in the south of the &lt;a title="Western Han" href="http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/Western_Han"&gt;Western Han&lt;/a&gt; empire. She entered the harem of &lt;a title="Emperor Yuan of Han" href="http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/Emperor_Yuan_of_Han"&gt;Emperor Yuan&lt;/a&gt; probably after &lt;a title="40 BC" href="http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/40_BC"&gt;40 BC&lt;/a&gt;. During her time in the &lt;a class="new" title="Lateral Courts" href="http://psychcentral.com/psypsych?title=Lateral_Courts&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Lateral Courts&lt;/a&gt;, Wang Qiang was never visited by the emperor and remained as a palace lady-in-waiting (宮女). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well Blogging isnt about telling life stories. It is also about learning history too.................... So how i think ROY'S verison is more interesting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-114960022391440044?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114960022391440044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=114960022391440044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114960022391440044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114960022391440044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-actually-know-much-about-4.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-114714648841499873</id><published>2006-05-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:48:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IN GOOD HANDS FOR THE NEXT 5 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Waking up to a warm Sunday morning by the blaring speakers from a light blue ISUZU pick up. Words of thanks blaring out “ Thank you people of Ang Mo Kio GRC. Thanks U for your support. …………. So noisy ,so noisy. Its SUNDAY loh . Why must they wake me up so early in the morning? They can actually thanks us by giving us another Progess Package loh. Where to get the money u might ask ? The money that was supposed to be use as a carrot bait to tempt supporters. Total of about $180 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The residents of Hougang and Potong Pasir didn’t succumb to the temptation. Why didn’t they take the bite? I guess this is what loyalty is all about. After all I am in the AMK GRC loh… It’s the Prime Minster’s GRC. They should also show us their support for we did give him a strong mandate loh. 66 odd percentage . Strong leh. Wonder why when I was younger, when I tell mummy that I scored 66 marks in the exams, she still scold me and nag at me. 66 marks not high enough ah? Hmm if only election was held during the time of exams. I could have told her that even the PM says it is high loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The night before, together with a few of my friends. We dropped by at one of my friends place after dinner. We were all so excitedly glued to the TV. We were of cos watching the ELECTION 06 live. Seriously I never knew that my friends actually bother watching the results. There we were sipping red wine and smoking. I meant they were smoking . I was just sipping red wine only. When the results for the Hougang single seat ward was read out. A mini roar broke out around the living room. A mini stadium. Shouts of Workers P , Workers P rang out. This happens because my friends will be moving to Hougang area soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           As for me , I showed no emotion at all. I was thinking at that time that the ruling party has just save a couple of million dollars and whether I will get my Progress Package 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-114714648841499873?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114714648841499873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=114714648841499873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114714648841499873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114714648841499873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-good-hands-for-next-5-years-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-114664676634754026</id><published>2006-05-03T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:44:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                    NEEDLES, INJECTION &amp; PAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a little kid , I am always afraid of pain. I cant take pain at all. Even if I get a little cuon my finger, I will feel like dying. I am afraid of needles, that y I dun do drugs. Hahaha. Remember, when you are in primary school? They will make you go for some jabs on your arms to “see “ whether you are FIT to take the stupid BCG jab that leaves a raisin size mark on your left arm. Honestly till know I dun know what does it stands for. The most common term I know is Boys Chase Girl. I think it sounds crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I will be the last one in the queue when we go for jabs in school. I will push everyone to the front and I will quietly slip behind the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can u imagine me going to get a tattoo? Yes, paying someone whom I don’t really know to inflict pain on my body. We went to WTC at Bangkok in the morning on a Friday. The Shopping mall was under some major construction. We were told that the tattoo shop that we were looking for have shifted to the mall opposite WTC. Its call the Big C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after sweating like a pig under the hot sun in Bangkok , we found the parlor. Its call Tattoo in Bangkok. Its was 11am and the shop was still closed. We went to walk around the mall and have some drinks at Grand Cayon Coffee house for some drinks. Went back there at around 2 pm. We then looked around the pictures and designs books&lt;br /&gt;Lying around on the neat tables. Finally I decided to get a Gemini twin symbol ,which was encircled by a tribal sun. Its cost about 3000 bath. Its only around 100 Sing dollars. I think it is rather Cheap compare to Singapore. WE stayed there for at least 3 hours before we left. I told them that I will come back on Monday evening to get my first tattoo done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few days before the BIG day, I couldn’t sleep well at all. I dun know what the reason was. Maybe its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Parents will probably kill me if they know I got a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;2) I am so afraid of the pain that I will feel like dying all over again&lt;br /&gt;3) I am so afraid that I might be scared for life&lt;br /&gt;4) I am so afraid that my skin will sag over time. And my tattoo will sag too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess its 2,3, &amp;amp; 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-114664676634754026?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114664676634754026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=114664676634754026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114664676634754026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114664676634754026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/05/needles-injection-4.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-114058769030012881</id><published>2006-02-21T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:54:50.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Are Singapore Women Stingy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was driving to work one day and I was tuned in to Class 95… The topic that the flying Holland man and Glenn Ong Su Kar was discussing about was the hotly debated topic “Are Singapore woman Stingy ”… It all started because on the Sunday Plus front cover, there was this article about this Ang Mo guy complaining that Singapore women are stingy , he have to pay for all the meals that he and his date went to …Apparently his hot dates never offer to even pay for their share. He thinks that these girls are taking the guys for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holland man was telling Su kar that he believes that a guy should pay for a girl when&lt;br /&gt;They are out for a date or a meal. While (if I m not mistaken) Su Kar claimed that the least the gals could do is to at least offer to pay for their share. And whether or not the guy accepts or not is another issue. Well what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believed that guys who have initiated a date dun really have a choice.. u want to ask a gal out u have to be mentally and financially be prepared to pay for her share. I am not judging Singaporean girls here, but SG now a days really expect that from their date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/320/1355425581.jpg" width="674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/2121/1600/1355425581.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been out on a couple for dates. I have met a few types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No Shy Kind = Tell u straight that if u want her to go out with u for movies or dinner&lt;br /&gt;U jolly well pay for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ke Siao Kind = Before the date , she tells u aiyah not need to pay for her and go some&lt;br /&gt;cheap place. On the day it self she walks into a Jap restaurant then order all the red&lt;br /&gt;plates and then when u offer to pay for dinner ..She says thanks immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Those tell u that they have no cash n will pay u pay later. But never brought the matter&lt;br /&gt;up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but there are always a few nice ones around… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-114058769030012881?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114058769030012881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=114058769030012881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114058769030012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/114058769030012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-singapore-women-stingy-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-113991808583567893</id><published>2006-02-14T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:43:55.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love No Longer Exists When U Are Having The Following Conversation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Call also cannot talk properly. Meeting up will be worst. U cant call n talk nicely, must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;always question me why this why that. What the big deal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What did i question u about ? I cant ask what are u doing ? U reached h harbour u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;be the one who is free to call me. How i know ? What do u mean by what is the big deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Question why i never call u la.U seriously din reply me what and i seriously thought u r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;busy to reply so i stop replying n calling what. What is the big deal if u call u or not ?Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;must kick up such a big fuss ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If asking u is terms as questioning u then i have nothing else to say. Want to hear from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you after so long n anxious to hear your voice. U tell me what the big deal? Then what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;else can i say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, u dun sound anxious. U want then u call n talk nicely , if not have an early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then what kind of attitude is this from u saying the above statement then ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sick of talking to u like we are quarrelling attitude. (dun understand what this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;statement means) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-113991808583567893?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/113991808583567893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=113991808583567893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/113991808583567893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/113991808583567893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-no-longer-exists-when-u-are.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008861.post-113850070897434406</id><published>2006-01-28T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:11:51.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was having lunch with 2 secondary school friends whom i have known for 12 years. Guy A &amp; B i shall name them . Guy A will be getting married at the end of this year. I of cos send my condolences. Oops i meant congratulations. . Its has always been a mind f$%^%&amp;  torture to know that my friends are all slowly but surely getting hitched up and ready for the long and definently not smooth road ahead.... I always have negative thoughts about marriage. I cant imagine myself in the scenario. When i told A &amp; B that , they told me its because i havent found that someone special yet. But deep down i know that is not the truth. I asked A how he knows that he is ready , or rather how can he be sure to take the plunge. He just somemore told me " YOU JUST KNOW IT ". I was like ?........Huh just know it ? U mean u just wake up one day and then his brain was suddenly programmed to tune the marriage path ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7 Reasons why many people are not ready for marriage .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) U have to be really faithful to yr life partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) U only can only one sex partner only after marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) U have to share your hard earned money with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) U have to ask for permission if u want to go out with your friends for drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) U have to spend all your free time with her and children / dogs if u happen to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) U have to entertain her family members / relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) U are afraid that she might not turn out to be the sweet little angel she used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why 7 ? Why not 10... Basically that is all the information i  have gathered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008861-113850070897434406?l=lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/feeds/113850070897434406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008861&amp;postID=113850070897434406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/113850070897434406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008861/posts/default/113850070897434406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisallaboutsex.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-having-lunch-with-2-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>NoneOfYrBusiness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497308780417449676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
