<?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-30097994</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:55:52.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE CENTS WORTH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30097994.post-115832976350542155</id><published>2006-09-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:16:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are meant to be tasted in its best original taste, never with condiments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enlightenment of the day x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115832976350542155?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115832976350542155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115832976350542155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115832976350542155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115832976350542155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-are-meant-to-be-tasted-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115789034024387250</id><published>2006-09-10T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:12:20.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/1600/0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/320/0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello(: sorrie i jus woke up(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/1600/0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/320/0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;em&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll always stay by your side, always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/1600/0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5807/668/320/0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your shelter, your haven(:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heartwarming pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel free to save it in your comp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you have any heartwarming pictures, please leave a comment =) &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/30097994-115789034024387250?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115789034024387250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115789034024387250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115789034024387250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115789034024387250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-sorrie-i-jus-woke-up-ill-always.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115616696174810377</id><published>2006-08-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:29:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PISCES WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She likes to be in a dream world than to be in reality. She is weakand sensitive when it's come to "Love". She can cry if her bestfriend is breaking up, and she can be over excited when her friend gets a new boy friend who is a good looking and rich even it isnothing concerned her at all. You might be surprise to see that sheis shy just because she is in love. More or less it will be inPisces woman. She loves small animal and gifted in traininganimals.&lt;br /&gt;She has sixth senses and she can guess what will happen next, it'sher nature. Even she has a good sixth senses, she can not pick orforeseen her own choice of lover. She can not tell if she meet asincere guy or a one night stand guy.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to buy and pick her own cloths. She likes to dress cuteand be cute. Pisces woman tend to be a good looking woman and shehas a nice skin. Her hands and feet are small and soft. Pisceswoman loves to shop for shoes as if she collects them. She is a hotlady that everyone wants her. Whether she has a man in her life ornot , she will never try to over powered any man. It's not even inher thought.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks man can handle things better, and she will make her manfeel that way. She is an easy going person, so being with her iseasy. She is a confident woman and likes to make people who staywith her happy. She knows how to please and how to comfort a man.If something is wrong, she will try to make other people beliefthat it's must be because of someone else, not because of her loveone. She will not push her man to be ambition but to make him feellike he should be happy with the way he is now. She is happy withyou for what you are now.&lt;br /&gt;A Pisces woman , if she has a bad childhood, she will alwaysremember it and it will make her a very unhappy person. She willpity herself and feel sorry for herself. She tends to hurt herselfwith out knowing it and so vulnerable to drugs (real drugs or justsleeping pills). She has many choices and you can never tell whichpath she going to take. If you love her , then hold her tightbecause she never knows why she did what she did or what she willdo next.&lt;br /&gt;A complex character. You may think she is a shy innocent type andcan not hurt anyone, then you are wrong. You might think she is afragile person who needs protection, wrong again. She has beenthrough a lot, a tough cookie. She is a dreamer and love the word"Love", so she is the type who will buy gift for anyone for anyoccasion, especially if it is a gift for wedding or an anniversaryeven for someone who she does not know so well.&lt;br /&gt;Be very careful if fall in love with Pisces woman. She can be atotal different person before and after. She can be an angle beforeand later a witch, but everyone is not perfect, right? She will besoft and gentle most of the time, so not to worry. She is emotionaland extremely sensitive when she frequently got hurt. She is thetype who can cry her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;She can have a secret fear inside, when she says she does not needanyone. She badly needs someone to protect her, but sometimes shecan hide that feeling by being stubborn. She likes to hide hershyness and her weakness from her enemy. She does not like tofollow any fixed rules. She can be a good housewife if you know howto handle her.&lt;br /&gt;Many men will ask to marry her because she is a 100% woman. If she wants to be sweet, she is a real angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115616696174810377?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115616696174810377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115616696174810377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115616696174810377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115616696174810377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/08/pisces-woman-she-likes-to-be-in-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115582468879971959</id><published>2006-08-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:24:48.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Tomorrow Starts Without Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,&lt;br /&gt;If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;And said my place was ready in Heaven far above,&lt;br /&gt;And that I'd have to leave behind, all those things I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;But then I fully realized, that could never be,&lt;br /&gt;For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.&lt;br /&gt;When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.&lt;br /&gt;Today your life on Earth is past, and here it starts anew".&lt;br /&gt;"I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past".&lt;br /&gt;"But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,&lt;br /&gt;Though there were times you did some things, you know you shouldn't do".&lt;br /&gt;"But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,&lt;br /&gt;So won't you take my hand now and share My life with Me".&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,&lt;br /&gt;For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;--by Erica Shea Liupaeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115582468879971959?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115582468879971959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115582468879971959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115582468879971959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115582468879971959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-tomorrow-starts-without-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115539211467091004</id><published>2006-08-12T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:15:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deattachement and attachment</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of this philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;The more attached you are to something, the more likely you will lose it.&lt;br /&gt;The more dettached you are from something, the more likely you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this the whole day, and realised.&lt;br /&gt;When you are attached to something, you try hard. Sometimes, a bit too hard.&lt;br /&gt;When you are dettached, you try, but not very hard, you know you can live without it. Somehow, at the end of the day you may just get the job/person/whatever it is you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in life,&lt;br /&gt;TRY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;but never,&lt;br /&gt;try TOO hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should always be a balance in everything isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115539211467091004?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115539211467091004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115539211467091004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115539211467091004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115539211467091004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/08/deattachement-and-attachment.html' title='Deattachement and attachment'/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115510535079351875</id><published>2006-08-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:35:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j194/liferulez/hahaha-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j194/liferulez/hahaha-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, be thankful for your student's innovation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j194/liferulez/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she really understood the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think out of the box =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115510535079351875?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115510535079351875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115510535079351875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115510535079351875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115510535079351875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/08/wacky-maths.html' title='Wacky Maths'/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115510005595823483</id><published>2006-08-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:07:35.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the 9th of August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's our 41st birthday for Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1965, on this very day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our country, our home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore gained its independence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were left to fend for ourselves after the seperation with Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are a small land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our forefathers strived throughout the years to establish our country, where we call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you remember about National day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it the fireworks and the parade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or do you actually commemerate the sweat and blood put in by our forefathers to make all this possible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our last National Day parade at the Singapore Outdoor Stadium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly high, Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115510005595823483?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115510005595823483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115510005595823483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115510005595823483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115510005595823483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-is-9th-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115243303982142828</id><published>2006-07-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:17:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why DO i Need To Be Reassured That i m Loved And Cared About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep saying ilu almost to the point of nausea n i get upset if i dun hear bck everytime. i m constantly asking others wads wrong or are u mad at me? At times i feel abandoned by the whole world and rejected by all the people i love and care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copied out frm a book called " Instant Analysis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115243303982142828?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115243303982142828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115243303982142828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115243303982142828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115243303982142828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-i-need-to-be-reassured-that-i-m.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115184953028640708</id><published>2006-07-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:20:45.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GAY PHOTOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j194/liferulez/zq_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have fun looking at it ppl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actuallie. this person here is straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jus that the jacket and fan makes him looks gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See how external forces can change how one looks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no, not meaning that we should care so much about external beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115184953028640708?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115184953028640708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115184953028640708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115184953028640708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115184953028640708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/07/gay-photos-have-fun-looking-at-it-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115176782919427648</id><published>2006-07-01T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:30:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WORLD CUP version TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Argentina lost to Germany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Germany won because of home ground advantage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or was it because Argentina's back up goalie isn't up to standard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or was it because Germany's keeper was just way on luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really a turn-off to know that I will never get to see the match I've been looking earnestly to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BRAZIL VS ARGENTINA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;top 8's are up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115176782919427648?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115176782919427648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115176782919427648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115176782919427648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115176782919427648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-version-two.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115141376775041003</id><published>2006-06-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:09:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People come and go in all our lives, even the closest people around us like our family members, will leave us one day. Often, because of our busy schedule, we neglect our elders who are taking care of us, every single day, and taking them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;They have much to say, many interesting adventures from their youth to tell us, but yet, we were never there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, sometimes, in the rush of everything, we should, take a step back and stop for awhile, and just look around us, to see who unconditionally loved us, caring for us, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a gesture of appreciation or love, can mean nothing much to you, but it may mean the world to your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure what you have, before it’s all too late. You would not want to carry an eternal regret with you throughout your life journey, would you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115141376775041003?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115141376775041003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115141376775041003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115141376775041003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115141376775041003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-come-and-go-in-all-our-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115132945166092505</id><published>2006-06-26T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:56:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ENGLAND VS EUCADOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - 0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite England players being said as unfit and not up to their usual standard, they still managed to get a victory over Eucadour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's saddening that both Asian countries are no longer in the run for the prestigous World Cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22 men, 2 coaches, 1 ball, 1 World Cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or should I say the whole world is chasing after the Cup too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With sleepless nights of watching the live telecast of the matches? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115132945166092505?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115132945166092505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115132945166092505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115132945166092505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115132945166092505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-vs-eucadour-1-0-hmmz.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115107098611818970</id><published>2006-06-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T06:56:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we should stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and look around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and open our eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who noes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the person for u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may be right in front of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all these while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115107098611818970?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115107098611818970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115107098611818970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115107098611818970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115107098611818970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115098265452655960</id><published>2006-06-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:25:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jus suddenly wondered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are we so far from happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that poor ppl tell themselves: i'll be happy, when im rich. becos then i wun have to worry about money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that rich ppl tell themselves: i'll be happy when i dun have so much money, cos then i wun have to worry about getting burglared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that top notched ppl tell themselves: if i had known, i wouldnt have climbed so high, cos then i wun have to worry bout falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that ppl at the bottom tell themselves: i'll be happy if im one of the top notched ppl, cos its all so pretiguos and ppl respect you. while now no one respects me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are alwaes asking for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when we are given wad we asked for, we will still be unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;becos we're never contented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i sae never becos truly ask urself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do u have nothing to complain about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have u ever asked for something, but after u are given that something, u start to find urself unhappy all over again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that we're never contented? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl go to the temple/church weeks after weeks, years after years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter wad religion, even free thinkers, they pray for happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but why is it we still go back every single year being unhappy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it only the contentment in our hearts are so hard to fill? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or is it something more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happiness sounds so simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for millions of years, humans have been after happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chasing after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;endlessly. not stopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but have we caught up with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are not even near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alot of wise quotes saes that happiness is simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it does not require complicated things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but jus a simple contentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although they sae that, happiness is in reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, are they even happy themselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they should give an award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the first person that finds true happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is content with wadeva they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i once heard a story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this man, jus bought a pair of new shoes with his first salary. he wore it proudly down the streets, but a short while later, the shoe broke into half. he stood barefooted on the snowy path. and looked at the shoe. he was very upset. he cursed, he sweared, then feeling very dejected, he walked back to his home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the way home, he walked by many beggars. they were freezing in the snow, with an empty bowl held by their boney outstretched hands. he walked to the end of the alley and there was a beggar, who was barefooted. His feet were bluish, as though it was frozen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the man walked home, and sat down in front of the fireplace and thought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why am i upset, becos my new shoe is torn? shouldnt i at least be happy that i have shoes? instead of being so dejected here? that beggar doesnt even have shoes on his feet. while that is jus another pair of my shoes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, he walked out of the house and gave the beggar his old pair of shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he asked the beggar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"are u happy, sir?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"happy bout wad my son? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"happy bout ur life, of course." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yes, i am." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"but why? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"becos im contented." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"but u dun even have shoes on ur feet. and ur living conditions are so harsh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"but at least im alive. unlike the patients in the hospital, who cant even stae alive even if they want to." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"thank you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mus we alwaes compare to convince ourselves that we're happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can we not compare, and be contented on our own accord? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i continue posting, it'll come to no end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;becos no one knows the answer to happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the key to happiness is still lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;despite many sayings on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope u ppl can find ur happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;true happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happiness does not rely on others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happiness is based on oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115098265452655960?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115098265452655960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115098265452655960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115098265452655960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115098265452655960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/06/happiness.html' title='happiness?'/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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-30097994.post-115098234085613298</id><published>2006-06-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:25:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i setted up this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jus wanted to post more meaningful stuff here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its called nomoreonecent.blogspot.com becos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i jus suddenly thought of how ppl alwaes sae "MY TWO CENTS WORTH" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then it linked to how Singapore no longer has one cent coins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i jus named it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more one cent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope all will enjoy this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take awae at least one cent worth of thoughts x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30097994-115098234085613298?l=nomoreonecent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/feeds/115098234085613298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30097994&amp;postID=115098234085613298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115098234085613298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30097994/posts/default/115098234085613298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreonecent.blogspot.com/2006/06/introduction.html' title='introduction.'/><author><name>rainn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02820130085670165720</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></feed>
