<?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-138497106953672055</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:45:07.533+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Life'/><category term='My Love'/><category term='advice'/><category term='My Girl'/><category term='Starting Point'/><category term='Family'/><category term='fact'/><category term='facts'/><title type='text'>The Inverse of the Opposite</title><subtitle type='html'>You are the inverse of my oppposite, so much in differences, so much to share...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link 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type='html'>Last night I fall asleep on the couch, it was around 2 something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wake up, it was only her and the time is already 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not even talk to me or say anything to me, I started coughing due to the temperature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to room and was about to sleep, her phone beeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it, it was from someone I knew, it was 530 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refuse to show me what's the contain but I spotted something different, the wallpaper had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change, it was no more me and her, it was her and him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole night, I sat up, crying, coughing and thinking for she knows curiosity kills me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, can't rest nor even stop thinking for a while, until the morning come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream...and it was a nightmare, a nightmare that for my whole life seem to be destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of something that I never ever expected to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...somehow I could undo this, somehow I could save myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I'll be forever living in fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing of losing you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-6936216150193166702?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/6936216150193166702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=6936216150193166702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/6936216150193166702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/6936216150193166702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-friday.html' title='Its Friday...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-3563084660877583479</id><published>2008-08-21T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:57:06.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all...</title><content type='html'>To all my people out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and Realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up and Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK04cm1frpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g6FdxXpJ5X4/s1600-h/onelife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK04cm1frpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g6FdxXpJ5X4/s320/onelife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236904005814169234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...One live, Live it! Don't F*ck it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People jumping from rooftops, drinking Clorax, cutting self and so much more, what dumb ass you guys are, think yourself in DEEP SHIT?! Think again, there are billions of other people in this world, who at the same time, facing the same SHIT, but still, they put their heads up and goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll can do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK06TSKZt4I/AAAAAAAAALA/aRN5EYEJQyk/s1600-h/normal_sperm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK06TSKZt4I/AAAAAAAAALA/aRN5EYEJQyk/s320/normal_sperm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236906044669147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out of 100-200 billions of sperm produce by our dads respectfully, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the one which gets through, the strong swimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researcher mention that, for a sperm to get to the egg, its like a man swimming across the South China Sea, but not in water, its in honey-liquid form *imagine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you wanna do right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love whom you wanna Love at this very second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and miss those you had longed for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray and repent before everything is too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT regret...NEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my people out there...appreciate your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would only had it ONCE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-3563084660877583479?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/3563084660877583479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=3563084660877583479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3563084660877583479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3563084660877583479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-all.html' title='To all...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK04cm1frpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g6FdxXpJ5X4/s72-c/onelife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-7331678094780162917</id><published>2008-08-21T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:14:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Dance</title><content type='html'>Bebe went to belly dance yesterday, due to nothing to do at home, I just went with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I learned when I am there... captured a few photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uW3kd6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GQcKm3gXcQQ/s1600-h/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uW3kd6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GQcKm3gXcQQ/s320/DSC00559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236892912110659650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Bebe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uXIYw3CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FMdb0UgW_x0/s1600-h/DSC00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uXIYw3CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FMdb0UgW_x0/s320/DSC00562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236892916624972834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random girl with a mole&lt;br /&gt;in between her bottom lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uXAJCKOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zpwM-Uhw3jY/s1600-h/DSC00563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uXAJCKOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zpwM-Uhw3jY/s320/DSC00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236892914411514082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty with Jeans went to belly dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls doing belly dance, yea... indeed you can see shaking or vibrating part *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the funny part it's not the aunty with the jeans... Just check out the video, I laugh my brain out...seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnvyUdLOzy4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnvyUdLOzy4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, I did say, "SOOooO cute in that video" -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I do know her, her brother to be exact, and if I am not mistaken, she already get married to a rich guy, her husband not even bad looking at all and the most important part, her husband's ride = BMW (Big Malaysian Women) WooOOoW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So GIRLS out there, stop complaining about how fat you are and how bad you wanna get on diet,&lt;br /&gt;stop saying it... overall, there is still someone bigger than you guys which still live happily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-7331678094780162917?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/7331678094780162917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=7331678094780162917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7331678094780162917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7331678094780162917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/08/belly-dance.html' title='Belly Dance'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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/_YUE8qiXB30A/SK0uW3kd6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GQcKm3gXcQQ/s72-c/DSC00559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-3474374333957529830</id><published>2008-08-20T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:58:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead...so dead...</title><content type='html'>My blog...its so dead...so dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SKukY85yB1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-f4SsZiMyi8/s1600-h/coffin_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SKukY85yB1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-f4SsZiMyi8/s320/coffin_lg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236459740320630610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-3474374333957529830?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/3474374333957529830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=3474374333957529830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3474374333957529830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3474374333957529830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/08/deadso-dead.html' title='Dead...so dead...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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/_YUE8qiXB30A/SKukY85yB1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-f4SsZiMyi8/s72-c/coffin_lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-9136191746404784067</id><published>2008-07-19T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:53:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, tagged and tagged...fuhh~</title><content type='html'>Name 20 people randomly.At the end of the survey, choose 5 people to do the survey.Don't read the questions, but name the 20 people first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cath&lt;br /&gt;2. Terry&lt;br /&gt;3. Alvin&lt;br /&gt;4. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;5. Suleen&lt;br /&gt;6. Ivanna&lt;br /&gt;7. Ellane&lt;br /&gt;8. Godric&lt;br /&gt;9. Gwenda&lt;br /&gt;10. Elisha&lt;br /&gt;11. Leo&lt;br /&gt;12. Terrence&lt;br /&gt;13. Tania&lt;br /&gt;14. Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;15. Tony&lt;br /&gt;16. Jude&lt;br /&gt;17. *long legged hair girl at tHe Spring*&lt;br /&gt;18. Jeremiah (UK)&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeremiah (Msia)&lt;br /&gt;20. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How did you meet number 18?&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremiah (UK): Through the girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What will you do if you have not met number 17?&lt;br /&gt;- *...* I never know girl can get that much hair (boots with the fur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What if number 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- Gwenda and Adrian? woW~ It would turn out to be explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What if number 5 and 10 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- Suleen and Elisha?: WooShh! That's what we call Msia, multiculture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Describe number 1&lt;br /&gt;- Cath: There is no word for her... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Do you think number 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- Godric: My gosh, u should see the piture of him that I took, that's way too HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Describe number 7&lt;br /&gt;- Ellane: poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Do you know any family members of 12?&lt;br /&gt;- Terrence: yes, quite well as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What language does number 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;- Tony: English, Chinese and Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Who is number 9 hanging out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Gwenda, the boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) How old is number 16?&lt;br /&gt;- Jude: Same age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) When was the last time you spoke to number 13?&lt;br /&gt;- Tania: outside her house doing the "AaaaAaaaaAAaa~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Who's number 2 favorite singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;- Terry: All the heavy stuff, he listens to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Have you ever dated number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron...Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Would you ever date number 19?&lt;br /&gt;- Miah: For football maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Is number 3 single?&lt;br /&gt;- Can try to ask Suleen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is number 10 last name?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry to say, I really do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Would you ever be in a relationship with number 11?&lt;br /&gt;- Leo...I am Straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What is the school of number 13?&lt;br /&gt;- Tania: Swinburne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Where does number 6 stay?&lt;br /&gt;- Ivanna: aa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&lt;br /&gt;ivanna&lt;br /&gt;suleen&lt;br /&gt;Elisha&lt;br /&gt;Jia Zhen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-9136191746404784067?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/9136191746404784067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=9136191746404784067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/9136191746404784067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/9136191746404784067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-tagged-and-taggedfuhh.html' title='Tagged, tagged and tagged...fuhh~'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-5461833940989098742</id><published>2008-06-21T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:47:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tv...its not only about entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might did not blog for long, for I run out of idea what to write, but after I read one of my long ex classmate's comment, something pop up in my mind to write what I am always good at... here goes, the second one, after Long Hard road Into Hell, sit tight, do not look back, stare at your monitor and be prepared for the thrill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very brief introduction, TV, a short form for television had been invented since 1927, that's really long long time ago, by Philo Farnsworth, (some smart as* guy), it was black and white then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, average of more than 90% of houses, have their own television set, from some 14" inches monitor to 40" LCD. It is all available in market nowadays, expensive, cheap, loan, credit card...in all sorts of way, public can get hold of one of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you something that, you might do not want to know, really, so when there is still time, there is still a chance, you might have a TV inside your bedroom, looking at it right now...you can close this blog and go do something else, I do not advice the weak hearted reader to continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you insist wanna go on, well...let's go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one at home as well, not really big, it is just some that average family could afford it, I was watching some movie at that particular time, since I am on holiday and nothing that I really can do. Night is still pretty young, eye is still not that heavy and body still contains some energy enough for few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what movie I was watching at that time, it was some action stuff if I am not mistaken, I was 'attached' on the screen, sitting there satisfying myself with some chips and coke, what a life...I can really chill when I just sit there with some junk food and coke, and smoke definitely, that would be it, infinite joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie is almost going to end, I remember I was slowly falling asleep, and which earlier on, my younger brother who is watching with me, had gone to bed, left me alone sitting there, watching the action pack.&lt;br /&gt;I might can finish the movie, but I did not, my eye somehow could not stand it anymore, so I decided to turn off the TV and hit my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it all starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn the TV off, and even I switch off the power supply making sure that everything is really dead, I walked to my bedroom whereby, I hear the TV is switch on again, no lies, it switch on by itself, I shall have no explanation for it, but just assuming that it might be me myself which is to tired until my own eye play trick on myself. So I walked back to the TV and switch it off again, and when I turn to the power supply, it is still off... second assumption, it is still me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no second thoughts, I walked to my bedroom again, yes reader, the TV is on again...third assumption, there is definitely something very wrong, I tilted my head and looked at the TV, this time, no more action pack, it is something else, it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age around 60-70 plus, wrinkles all over the face, Grey whitish hair, sad expression, very very sad...it is still fine until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made an eye contact with me, eye to eye and gave me a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment that I opened my eye, I am sitting on the couch with the TV showing some colorful lines showing that no more pro grammes is going on, I fall asleep...I smile to myself and think, what a fool I had been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switch off the TV, and the power supply and walked to my bedroom still thinking that, what a fool i had been...and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TV switch 'itself' on again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a TV fans&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-5461833940989098742?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/5461833940989098742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=5461833940989098742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5461833940989098742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5461833940989098742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/06/tvits-not-only-about-entertainment.html' title='Tv...its not only about entertainment'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-7873926115344534509</id><published>2008-04-22T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:14:34.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hard road INTO hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAzDB8H8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UoxXoLX5hkI/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAzDB8H8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UoxXoLX5hkI/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191738908538055698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I took this shot, nearly to midnight, nothing special about the photo, and nothing scary as well, but the place, it is a 'killer' instead. And goosebumps on me when i stop and took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is situated some where near Bau, my hometown, this road already been there for such a long time, longer then I ever know, just that, it had been refined and repaired. But right after the road was build, there is so many things happening on that particular road, let me recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It happened way long before I was born. A girl, got killed on this road, that is not the shocking part, the shocking part is...how she got killed. She was on her way down to Kuching by bus, and on this road, with unknown reasons, she put her head out to look at something, but neither she knew that, there was another bus coming up front, since the road is pretty narrow that time, the other bus eventually, ripped her head off... this is not a fiction story. It was on paper for weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident No.2 (related to no. 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ever since the incident of the girl being killed, every passenger which pass the road, saw some one, sitting on the tree up high, and its without head, the old road is very very near to a jungle with trees of hundreds years old which had been cleared. This incident is not supported by evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One very early morning on the year 2005-06. An old lady taking an early walk some where lower part of the newly build road (that time). She was crossing the road to get to the other side, she crossed it, she was walking at the very very side of the road, which mean, she cannot being hit by any car that is passing by. But...one car, drove by some drunker come from behind somehow knocked her, and kill her instantly...One of her eyes, flew off and never being found ever since. Not even until today. She died in tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident No. 4 (related to No. 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Driver which drove pass the road, sometimes, early in the morning or very late at night, somehow, saw a figure of an old lady squashing down on the middle of the road and showing an action which seem like looking for something...She still can be seen until today, although I never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident No.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Latest one, of the road killing, a whole family of five in a car being hit from the side by incoming car. One teen inside the car, flew off from the side door and hits down the road 10 meters away from the car. Now imagine the impact. Weird thing, the car did not see any car coming from the other side which is very impossible because it happened at night fall time, no matter how dim is your car's head light, you still can see because there used to be pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors say that, the road is thirsty for blood, each year, a life must being sacrifice on that particular road to satisfied 'him', who will be the next? Driver out there, please, drive safe...especially when you are coming here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAzDCMH8LCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ReZpg6ze2Eg/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAzDCMH8LCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ReZpg6ze2Eg/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191738912833023010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, look properly again into the picture (the last one)...nothing? There is nothing...But, you can feel the 'presence'...you see nothing, but they saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lotsa goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ivern Joaquin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-7873926115344534509?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/7873926115344534509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=7873926115344534509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7873926115344534509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7873926115344534509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-hard-road-into-hell.html' title='Long hard road INTO hell'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAzDB8H8LBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UoxXoLX5hkI/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-6439537306930584776</id><published>2008-04-22T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:15:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First, here comes the normal type of blog~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Jia Zhen, one year older already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;from this day onwards, life full with rocks waiting for you in the future, things going to be harder for you, real hard~ but no worries, you still got your family members...friends...and a lot more to back you up and push you forward to see you excel in you on life. I know, I know, I sound like some old guy nagging to the kids or whatever, I am OLDER ma~ ok, ok...no craps, this is the pictures and a real surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAy8hsH8K7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Um57Nf6qZyY/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAy8hsH8K7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Um57Nf6qZyY/s320/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191731757417507762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesh, the candid shot of the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAy8h8H8K8I/AAAAAAAAAII/hB_3B9-V6ig/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAy8h8H8K8I/AAAAAAAAAII/hB_3B9-V6ig/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191731761712475074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the birthday girl and MY girl&lt;br /&gt;(yes, the surprise is, I AM BALD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying hapie Hepii Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-6439537306930584776?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/6439537306930584776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=6439537306930584776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/6439537306930584776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/6439537306930584776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday~'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/SAy8hsH8K7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Um57Nf6qZyY/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-5547304151250283358</id><published>2008-04-09T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:08:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Kingdom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Latest movie that I just went to watch the other day! I am going to write out the preview, cause I am a big fan of the three kingdoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_y2h6IjUwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rwao55YMrso/s1600-h/threekingdomsposter1toenr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 338px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_y2h6IjUwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rwao55YMrso/s320/threekingdomsposter1toenr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187221564481032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starring Andy Lao as Zhao Zilong, the main character in the movie, Sammo Hung as Ping Ann the sworn brother of Zilong also as the movie's action director and Maggie Q as Cao Ying, Cao Cao's granddaughter which is the bad guy in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Story Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie started with the birth of the warrior of the Shu's kingdom, Zhao Zilong.&lt;br /&gt;He fought countless battles for his king, Liu Bei alongside with the King sworn brothers, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince he bought back the prince from being killed by the army of the other kingdom, he had been famous among his villagers and the king put 110% trustworthy onto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting endless battles, he finally earned his high rank in the kingdom, as the 5 Greatest warriors which consists of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Huang and Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fought with Cao Ying at the climax's of the movie, he kill 4 sons of one of Cao Ying's general but leads the whole troop into the face of death thanks to someone who betray the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless army of Cao Ying against Zilong standing alone. He fight the battle himself at the end. Showing him with his horse ragging towards Cao Ying's troop is the full stop of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Movie with great action with lines of great actors such as Andy Lau, Sammo Hung and Maggie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lots of action, chopping off humans head, poking a sword into a soldier's stomach, blood shedding everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Movie base on history of the three kingdom, the most interesting history of all time. Great warriors like Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Liu Bei etc came to LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For die hard fans of the game, dynasty warriors, you would probably love this movie a lot, especially when you can see the character you love inside the game came in a form of real guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Movie consists too much fake characters, there is no such character in the real history name Cao Ying (Cao Cao's granddaughter), she does not even exists! Whereby in the movie, she's the center of attention in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Explosives in the movie does not make any sense, At 200 AD, people already start producing explosives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zilong, the great warrior, die because of old age, around 70-75 (as written down) NOT BECAUSE OF KILLED IN A BATTLE. His last fought battle in the killing of the the four sons and the father! Whereby in the movie the father (general of Cao Ying) died because of the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The real fact, Zilong never lose even one battle! In the movie, he lost his final battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The costume inside the movie, soldiers look more like Japanese soldiers compare to Chinese, what's the director comment? "Japanese soldiers being influence by Chinese's soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHKIjUzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZlBNCXe7KlU/s1600-h/liu-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHKIjUzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZlBNCXe7KlU/s320/liu-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187235398570693426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu Bei&lt;br /&gt;(King of Shu-Great leader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHKIjUyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7neCf-6q1QI/s1600-h/guan+yu+the+anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHKIjUyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7neCf-6q1QI/s320/guan+yu+the+anime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187235398570693410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guan Yu&lt;br /&gt;(Sworn Brother of Liu Bei-great warrior and fighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHaIjU0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ug9hbK1SSq4/s1600-h/Zhang+Fei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDHaIjU0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ug9hbK1SSq4/s320/Zhang+Fei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187235402865660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Fei&lt;br /&gt;(Also the sworn brother of Liu Bei-Hot tempered man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDYKIjU2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-RsWZHpKuBs/s1600-h/zhao_zilong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDYKIjU2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-RsWZHpKuBs/s320/zhao_zilong2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187235690628469602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhao Zilong&lt;br /&gt;(the main character in the movie play by Andy Lau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDGqIjUxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0EwERDAEsKw/s1600-h/caocao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zDGqIjUxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0EwERDAEsKw/s320/caocao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187235389980758802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cao Cao&lt;br /&gt;(King of the Wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zMsaIjU3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1oD-KVIuW9Q/s1600-h/zhugeliang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_zMsaIjU3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1oD-KVIuW9Q/s320/zhugeliang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187245934125470578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhuge Liang&lt;br /&gt;(Not forgetting Liu Bei's prime minister, the most intelligent guy)&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/138497106953672055-5547304151250283358?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/5547304151250283358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=5547304151250283358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5547304151250283358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5547304151250283358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-kingdom.html' title='Three Kingdom!!!'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/R_y2h6IjUwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rwao55YMrso/s72-c/threekingdomsposter1toenr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-4426951146913637603</id><published>2008-04-02T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:17:26.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>If I die tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What if I die tonight...?&lt;/span&gt; Would anyone cry for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would anyone undress me, give me a bath and put suit on me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would anyone pay a last visit for me? Would anyone come to my funeral and bid me goodbye for the last time? Would anyone come to attend my funeral mass and give their speech for me? Would anyone come and gives me flowers? Would anyone come and comfort my parents saying that everything is going to be alright? Would all of my family members come back from everywhere to take a final look at my face? Would you...be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What if I die tonight...?&lt;/span&gt; Would I cry myself? Would I see myself lying in the coffin made of wood and I cannot do a thing? Would I see people around me and they are deaf towards my words? Would I be reaching some places which I am not familiar with? Would I be meeting those whom had passed away? Would I be guarded for judgment? Would I be sentence for punishment? Would I...be sent to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if I die tonight...?&lt;/span&gt; Who would be keeping my beloved computer? Would it be sold? Would it be re-formatted and all my stupid porns and pictures be deleted? How bout my baby My vi? Would mummy learn how to drive and drive it to work? What would happen to my sneakers? Who would wear the big size of 10/11? How bout my football jerseys and football shoes? Would it be ended up inside the rubbish bin cause no one in my family actually like football? How bout my shirts? Jeans? Would it be donated to the church? Would my brothers wear it? How bout all my favorite boxers? Nobody in my family wear boxer either? Were could it be ended up at? How bout all my other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if I die tonight...?&lt;/span&gt; Would she cry for me? How long? How bad? After long, how would she be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would she cry in the middle of the night and say she miss me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would she ever go and watch people play football and grumble at the side? Would she request for all my attires and shoes to bring back to her own room and recall back all the time she saw me wearing all those? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would she be holding hand with another guy's hand walking into McD to order Sundae? Would I see that, and keep the jealousy only for myself? Would she keep all the pictures of us for a while and throw it away when the new boyfriend requested it to be burn, throw or destroy? Would she even remember the past memories of us? Years after my death, would she have a family with a guy that she love the most and raise a family with sons by the name of Sean, Ian, Ivan...and with family of the father's name added with a Jr at the back? Would she still be hanging out with all my buddies? Would she recall the bad times of her with me when she saw the mahjong's tiles, or snooker-Q?  Would she remember me when she hear Wu Bai's song inside the new boyfriend's car? Would she remember the time if she visited Pop Wave again and sing all those songs which I ever sang before? Would she remember all those? Will she visit Permai again with the new boyfriend with her friends and bury the new guy as the same as she ever did to me? Would she forgets me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if I die tonight...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be thousands of question I could ask if there's space...but shall be none of the question be answered, shall I hear nothing after the be going, shall I see nothing after the goodbye unsaid, I shall know exactly nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of all those, people out there, please only bid goodbye at my grave, crave my smile not tears in your mind, forget the past, keep the sweets, live on, I am not your life, you shall go on without me by your side, I shall see you again somewhere else when its time...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only I die tonight&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out there, live everyday like it is your last, do not do tomorrow what you can do today, do not live for regrets in the future when you can solve today, live your life to the fullest, keep yourselves happy, let the people around you brings only smile onto your face...cause, nobody knows, when they are bidding the final goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidding everday&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-4426951146913637603?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/4426951146913637603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=4426951146913637603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/4426951146913637603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/4426951146913637603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-die-tonight.html' title='If I die tonight...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-7487061605098556493</id><published>2008-04-01T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:58:41.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to whom which I never ever wanted to dedicated this to...</title><content type='html'>Confusing? It does sound a bit confusing to me, cause me myself do not even know what the hell am I talking about. But definately, I still know to whom this blog I am writing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As it says, dedicated to someone which I never ever wanted to...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Puuuiii!!!"&lt;/i&gt;, to whom which is in my head right now, I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; did exactly nothing wrong to me, but YOU did semething more serious then you ever realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first date going with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;, I already heard about&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Its more then half year have passes, but yet, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; name still going in and around me, like FLIES around CORPSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"IT IS FU*KING BOTHERING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, some how to get the fu*k outta my life, but I realise it cannot be done, just like how we cannot forget how PARAMESWARA found Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GREAT~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca...heard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are flying there. How I wish &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; were with the same plane with some stupid terrorist which is trying to fly the plane with some 30 mins manual book bought from Sunday Market. I'll be as glad as Bush when he just bomb Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; drop dead, I sound mean, yes I do, yes I do...I sound bad and ridiculous, yes I am but c'mon, as if readers never have this kinda hatred before which you just wish someone to drop dead right in front of you or in some kinda newpaper you read early in the morning, well, I mean someone other then your family member that you really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sound emotional inside here, with neither one point why am I saying all this...I did realise something, everyone who read this, happens to know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; and ME, really well, I mean...please raise your guns and shot HIM dead, YOU'll be heavily rewarded...(as if you guys would)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please say no more of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HIM&lt;/span&gt; or the rest, let the past, remain in the past, let history be history, let Parameswara have a nice sleep in his grave. I shall hear no more from anybody, anywhere or anyhow about HIM, because, simply say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GIVE A FU*K ABOUT MYSELF! but not a FU*K about HIM, so, FU*K YOURself up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-reading newpaper everyday hoping&lt;br /&gt;a fu*kin plane would crash carrying YOU-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivern Joaquin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-7487061605098556493?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/7487061605098556493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=7487061605098556493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7487061605098556493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7487061605098556493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/04/dedicated-to-whom-which-i-never-ever.html' title='Dedicated to whom which I never ever wanted to dedicated this to...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-3335127978633258904</id><published>2008-03-31T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:57:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck Into The GraveOfLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fallen deep deep down inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Suck hard stick hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I never could ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Being strike hard by the Cupid's arrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just being strike one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its hard, its sharp, its beautifool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to be fooled by the beauty of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ain't saying it is painful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But it is in another angle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss everything that we had done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But yet I felt so ridiculous having to read what you wrote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For someone which is not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The hatred build so strongly within myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish I could somehow unborn him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its just because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am so deeply suck into the GraveOfLove...with u (meow meow~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Kim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-3335127978633258904?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/3335127978633258904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=3335127978633258904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3335127978633258904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3335127978633258904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/03/suck-into-graveoflove.html' title='Suck Into The GraveOfLove'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-880255844614682913</id><published>2008-01-06T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:21:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning...for the year 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before anything, I wanted to apologize for all those keep coming in, and see nothing inside here...I am really really sorry for all those, especially the part that I did not update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually, waiting for my new phone, so that I can take a lot of pictures to be posted up inside here, but the thing is, it seems to be, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TOMORROW NEVER COME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, for now, I insist that I wanted to update, so for the new year, I just wanted to do one thing, and only one thing for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for my baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new year,&lt;br /&gt;A new fresh start of everything,&lt;br /&gt;A new phrase, a new vows, a new motive of life,&lt;br /&gt;A new way of thoughts, style and fate,&lt;br /&gt;So many things is going to be change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many new things will come,&lt;br /&gt;So many obstacle will appear,&lt;br /&gt;So many hard time will we face,&lt;br /&gt;So many new things we'll have to explore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is going to be only one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Which will remain old,&lt;br /&gt;Remain to be the same way it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like from the very first day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never change,&lt;br /&gt;It never will...&lt;br /&gt;It never will fade, blown away or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;It is still the same old one like the first time,&lt;br /&gt;The first time of you...and me...&lt;br /&gt;Become Us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its yours...my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we start from the very beginning my baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For all my men out there, have a great new year onwards, our brotherhood still maintain the same old great way, which I hope it can last for years to come...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For my family, thanks for the hospitality all these years, I could never pay back for all those that I owned you guys, I only can send up my prayers...hoping that He could repay you all for me, I love u all!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For my haters, backstabber, gossipers and all those whom wish I just die, I appreciate all those that you guys had done in the previous year(s), I might not be like what I am now without those hates in you guys. I believe, with those hates, I manage to be the great me, now, on this present day. Still, thank you...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For those...never mind, for all those which is reading and not classified in any of the class as above, I still wanted to thank you guys, first, is because of the visit in this website...and still, want to wish you all, have a great year onwards!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out for NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-880255844614682913?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/880255844614682913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=880255844614682913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/880255844614682913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/880255844614682913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginningfor-year-08.html' title='The Beginning...for the year 08'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-1716711166084031313</id><published>2007-11-10T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:51:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd Anual Dinner of F.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People, do not get it wrong, it is not, F*ck Off...it is Farmer Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well...well...I went to the dinner on my father's request. I might be some funny and crazy kinda guy...but well...who do not want to go for a free dinner right? (its being held at Holiday Inn some more...wah~) so, I went there with my girlfriend, since the invitation is for two...but then, my father told me that, he is invited without cards or anything like that, so, he told me just to go...and look for some guy name Tadro...so, well, who cares...I just wanna eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRIVAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW4WVyND6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/foQUa-84JjE/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW4WVyND6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/foQUa-84JjE/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131210044402896802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Electronic greeting woor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So embarrassed to say...I reach there around 7 after waiting my girlfriend to get everything done, when the dinner actually start at 7, I being searching the ballroom like idiot, and in the end, I found it after I call the guy that my father asked me to call. well well well...I saw this on the entry...not bad~ farmer organization with electronic greeting...WaiSeh~ well, more interesting things is on the way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being led to some seat by some woman at my mother's age...heheh, she told me that, everyone sitting at this particular table is a supplier (for more information, my father is a supplier as well), so I sat down, and took some more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stage look like this, from my seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW7HlyND7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/utjj2WMkgQw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW7HlyND7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/utjj2WMkgQw/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131213089534709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The stage look like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with some, stage, music instrument, well, it look kinda advanced for me dough.&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, do notice those people that attended the dinner, the dress code, formal or at least, dress like 'PARLIAMENT' people like that...I purposely took this guy picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW781yND8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LJHFCbDxC08/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW781yND8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LJHFCbDxC08/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131214004362743746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mr Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao~ like Kerabat Diraja like that, wahahah...mind the hairy hairy thing on the top right corner, its my girlfriend's hair...he wear kinda formal...no no...really formal and I do not know, he did this purposely or not...because, in the end, when people is invited to sing, he is the first one to go up...I wonder it is connected or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the Ministers, YBs and some BIG BIG officer...after they being seated, which officially marked, the starting of dinner...YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW9DlyND9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Hld1YRSTHM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW9DlyND9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Hld1YRSTHM/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215219838488530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ministers and Big Shots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well...I am so anxious for the first plate of food, I wonder how it looks like, suddenly...the light goes off...as if it is blackout like that, I am kinda shocked but nobody scream or shout so...I smell rats...and there goes the rat, people coming in from another door bringing the...FIRST MEAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW93VyND-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/2hT7Pl35s78/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW93VyND-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/2hT7Pl35s78/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131216108896718818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Without waiting and hesitating, I 'attack!!' hahah, eating without minding who is around me, (maybe there is some millionaire or what sitting beside me duh~ since all business man ma) I only took the first plate picture, cause, too busy eating, so I did not manage to take the rest...until this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW-nlyND_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/w64-5Ds6SNQ/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW-nlyND_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/w64-5Ds6SNQ/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131216937825406962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;look like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is some, sea cucumber with nuts...but my girlfriend says it looks so wrong...I wonder what look so wrong with the food...(wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, comes the boring part...SPEECH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW_AFyNEAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wi8syKPsZkg/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW_AFyNEAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wi8syKPsZkg/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217358732201986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXAI1yNECI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u3xdvWwOzMo/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXAI1yNECI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u3xdvWwOzMo/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131218608567685154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;even Mr Karaoke (the guy in yellow shirt) fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda boring since, I do not really know what is that guy standing up there talking about, what I know is, he is kinda big shot duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, while people sitting at his table need to stand up while he sit down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, luckily, got this, to cover...the numbness of speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW_nVyNEBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xD5RtAcqrag/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW_nVyNEBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xD5RtAcqrag/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131218033042067474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rentak Menua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;singing!!! luckily...fuhh~ this band named, Rentak Menua...play good music duh~ they played some songs like, 'I did it my way', 'How can I tell her about you' and so many other oldies and Iban songs as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this funny incident came along as well, this guy is the one sitting to my girlfriend's right, he was eating butter prawn then...notice...how he use the chopsticks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXAsVyNEDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BUCmOUv5fq0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXAsVyNEDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BUCmOUv5fq0/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219218453041202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;New Method of using chopsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I think the food is too delicious until he do not know that I took his picture... (dude, if you do read this blog, sorry yeah...but you do attract my attention with that chopsticks new method of using)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, nothing special going on, we leave the dinner before it ends, and one more...this is how I look like that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXBUFyNEEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hETYpJj5bX4/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXBUFyNEEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hETYpJj5bX4/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219901352841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dress code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those sitting with me, must being wondering, how did I get in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that...the vaining process took the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXBr1yNEFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/udEY43oKqQA/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXBr1yNEFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/udEY43oKqQA/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131220309374734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXB2VyNEGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3wRfMAv69yE/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXB2VyNEGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3wRfMAv69yE/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131220489763360866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXFU1yNEII/AAAAAAAAAG4/MLui24Zge6s/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXFU1yNEII/AAAAAAAAAG4/MLui24Zge6s/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224312284254338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXFOVyNEHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TAOrPUto6yg/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzXFOVyNEHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TAOrPUto6yg/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224200615104626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only one that wears BANDANA that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-1716711166084031313?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/1716711166084031313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=1716711166084031313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1716711166084031313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1716711166084031313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/11/22nd-anual-dinner-of-fo_10.html' title='22nd Anual Dinner of F.O.'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RzW4WVyND6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/foQUa-84JjE/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-3940699672326657039</id><published>2007-11-01T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:11:27.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for everything...</title><content type='html'>Assume today is still 31-10 alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worst day that I could spent my whole life, my baby told me that, she would be busy on this holiday cause she have to take care of her niece since nobody is going to look after her on this school holiday, and the 'duty' start right after the end of final. When I heard this, I was like..."what the...!" well...31-10 is the date that I was born 19 years ago, wow...19 years already? hmpph... well, since she is helping the family member...what else, Im going to say right? I am really speechless...well, I might just have to accept that the fact that, I am going to have a dull holiday and birthday as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eve of final was even worst, one of my friend called my up and ask me to join him for some heavy beverage, on his bill, but with a very upset voice, I just have to say, "I am sorry my man, I cannot make it, I have final on the next day..." fine, that is like kinda bad already, its okay...but then, I still have to do my revesion for my Information Technology 2 on the incoming days, and yet, I still have nothing in my mind...so I kept doing and forcing myself to memorize and revise, until I fall asleep at 6 or 7 something in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not sleep long, not long after that, I woke up, because my head-phone is still on my head...and then, I go do something, for my dad...to keep the crap short, the whole damn day including the exam...SUCKS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what happen on that evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;color:red;"&gt;Incident No. 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Wattana, third mile with some of my friends playing snooker, well, it is definitely not celebrating but we are just hanging out like we used to do, and then my phone rang and it's my baby...she told me that her car's plate number disappear and it is without a trace. so the daddy scold her and she is not happy with it, so she wanted me to be there...so from Wattana, I quickly rush over to her house...I do not take a long time, since she say she is waiting me inside the car. I was kinda quiet at that time, cause the weather is not that good, it's been raining since I started my final examination until now. what I told myself is, "what a 'nice' birthday". she been complaining about the matter just now, and suddenly, she say, she felt no nice driving with hills, and ask me to go and get some slipper for her from the boots, so...we drive all the way, until we reach airport, so I get down and she opened up the boot for me, to take her stuff, when I cranked up that boot, there it is... a box of persent and also a cake... I am really speechless until then, I never really that happy when she prepare stuff like that...this is my very FIRST time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;color:red;"&gt;Incident No. 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chit and chat inside the car, she gave me a Vincci watch, the watch which I say it is nice when she bought her shoe the other day...well, I do really like the watch duh~ it seem so cool, some more it is black. and then we drove away from airport and then she claimed that she is quite hungry and needed some food, I say, so we go and get some food, she drive all the way up until 4 and a half mile, she still go and ask me, where do you wanna eat? I just simply say, we tapao, and we go back eat, having some private time together ma... but then, she drive just like she have the destination to go....well, yes, I am still another fool which d not know that, thing still keep on coming on... and then, we got down from the car and walk to some restaurant name Isabella...something like that, if I am not mistaken...while we walked to the restaurant... suddenly she hug me and say..."actually, your friend is here~!" I am officially being punk'd by my own girl...another time, which left me speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...until then, we were having some nice time, I am going to re-edit this post with some picture, since I am quita sober now...peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for whatever that you had done for me my darling...I really do appreciate it, I always will...and liked I said...I always wanted to spent my birthday with you, not only because of what you had done tonight, is what you had done to me, all this while...lubb u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burfdayboy&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-3940699672326657039?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/3940699672326657039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=3940699672326657039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3940699672326657039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/3940699672326657039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-for-everything.html' title='Thanks for everything...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-88633999055527669</id><published>2007-10-29T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:43:01.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I wanna treasure you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The time now is, 5.51am in the morning, it was raining outside, it was cold, chilling and just nice to lie your head on your pillow and get some good sleep. just to describe how the situation is like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the point, I was up doing my revision earlier on. Well, I am having my final exam right now. I gotta so some revision, I do not want to fail and waste my beloved father's money...he work hard and earned that money like he never does, and he did it for the family. Well, well...let me turned myself back first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop my revision half way, I decided to take a break, a sip of my tea and clear my mind for a while, so I click on some on the blogs...I ended up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/jiggleyCherrie"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/jiggleyCherrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read things inside, well, to my worst disappointment of the day, I read of something which make me feel bad, I would not want to talk about this. I know I should not, but well...I am still human...I am still being made by flesh, blood, and...feelings as well...I am jealous, like how much you do not like to talk about my ex-es, i do not like it the same way you do baby. I apologize that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what comes to worst, my mood of revising all the stuff that I missed, I threw away all my books and silently cried, I do not know why, I just do not like the read some phrase saying, "I miss you...babe" while I know it is not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is complicated, I understand readers, but please keep on going, my words might going to change your way of thinking after this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole mood crash yet I do not want to sms or call her and talk about it, cause I know, things would not work that way. So I just keep things to myself and be quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not sleep then, I keep on memorizing stuff that I read moments before that...I just could not sleep...I told myself, "its useless to stay like this" so I sat up and click on my mouse, the PPstream icon, I clicked on it, and I plan to watch some movies online until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I view on some movies on the list...and then, this movie came in, "Click" by Adam Sandler, I hope I got his name correct. well, my girl talks about this movie few days back, but I never really pay attention on it, since I cannot watch the movie with her until then. but now, it came out in the list, and it seems like, it is more interesting than other movie, so I click on it, wait for a few seconds and pop, the movie is ready to watch. So, i watch it, for readers which whom have not watch it, go and watch it, get some dvds or whatever, just go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really say or summarize the all movie out, but out of 10 stars, I gave it 9, well, not really much movie that gave tears on my eyes duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while watching the movie especially, when Michael Newman (Adam Sandler) and his wife (Kate B.) came on the husband and wife scene, my darling keeps on appearing in my mind...and its really really much, it just, KaBoom!!! hit me hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finish watching the movie, I just completely have one kinda, new thinking going on in my mind. and the good part about it, it is a Positive kinda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes, I wanna tell my dearest, beloved darling that, I love her, no matter what and no matter how, how stormy is the situation that we must go through in the future, I do not f**king care...I just do not care, what I care is, I just wanna be with you, until the end of time, until your breast drag the floor, your vagina gone loose, or whatever heck...I just do not care...all I want is your heart which beats every single moment and mind which every single second is thinking about me, that's all I need! I want to be with you every single second which I can for you, to hear your heart beat near to mine, to have your breast rest on my chest, I do not mean to sound lust...I just wanna show how much I love my baby. I just cannot imagine, just cannot think, what if one day, she left me, and gone with another guy (a scene in the movie whereby, the wife left Adam Sandler). I would do the same thing as he did in the movie, kick him in the groins...I would definitely do that...but well, that would not happen, cause I ain't leaving her nor making her to leave me...No, no...no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what I had said earlier on tonight baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Death do Us apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna treasure you like I never treasure anyone before...I wanna hug you tight whenever I can, I wanna kiss your sweet reddish lips whenever I am around...and my love for u, its like a tree...it grows every single second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, I wanna thanks my family, especially my father and mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa, (although he might not be reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I had not being a good son of yours, I might only know how to spend your hard earned money and not appreciating it...but in my heart, I always got you as my support, mentally and physically...and you are the best I got, whenever I am down, I always got your words with me, "no matter what you are deciding for your life, daddy always will support you". thanks, pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its hard to give the birth to me, although, I might be the lightest among all my brothers, but it still hurts, I know...and last time, after the accident which make my head with some bad injuries, some family members said that I might not be a 'smart' guy when I grew up...but you never listen to them and still raised me like a precious...and I am proud of you, I grew up and be a big guy with some good results in school, I do not disappoint you overall...I cried badly thinking about it, even now writing it...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express anything out...I just love you mom... I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...I know...how important, my baby, and my family is to me, they are my support, my root, my everything, and simply...they are my life...thanks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing love&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-88633999055527669?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/88633999055527669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=88633999055527669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/88633999055527669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/88633999055527669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wanna-treasure-you.html' title='I wanna treasure you...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-1683171313337618852</id><published>2007-10-26T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:58:42.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><title type='text'>Made for her, only Her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sweetest murderer which took away my life,&lt;br /&gt;The most loving stealer which stole my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not, I wanted this sweet and sour time to end,&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted you to be the marking of the end of my relationship,&lt;br /&gt;The marking of the beginning of the end,&lt;br /&gt;I might be the one which not understand you much,&lt;br /&gt;Might be sensitive when needed not,&lt;br /&gt;Might be fool in using words and expressing myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am too stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Idiot, fool...cause I had been blinded of you,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not know what is my priority in life,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not make a list of what to wish,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and your name, crowned the place, and eternally will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, dig out my heart and show you,&lt;br /&gt;To prove that, you are the one causes it to beats every second,&lt;br /&gt;To show that, without you, I can't even breathe a gasp of air,&lt;br /&gt;Can't even eat a piece of food, not even a droplet of water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in a very short time, you had conquer my all,&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of this heart, every line of my vines,&lt;br /&gt;My all is your all...loose you, just simply means,&lt;br /&gt;THE END...of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe~ I apologize on what I had done...&lt;br /&gt;Apologize on what I had said,&lt;br /&gt;Apologize on every single sins I had committed,&lt;br /&gt;Every pain that I had cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not mean it...I am sorry, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-1683171313337618852?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/1683171313337618852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=1683171313337618852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1683171313337618852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1683171313337618852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/made-for-her-only-her.html' title='Made for her, only Her...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-7102019230221169429</id><published>2007-10-21T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:30:49.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I love my NAME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;Jo·a·chim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈyoʊ&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ɑ&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;xɪm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;yoʊˈɑ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pron"&gt;ho-ah-&lt;span class="sc"&gt;kh&lt;/span&gt;im, hoh-ah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how my name should be pronounce, in proper written, its HOAKIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is cool rite? hahaha, before I found out that my name is unique, first, I blame my parent for naming me, with such a weird name, why just do not name me with some simply yet easy to pronounce name, such as, Aaron (man, no offense!), John (daddy's name, wahaha) Robert? or David? There is so much more name that they can name after their new born eldest son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not understand that much then, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited one church at Bukit Mertajam, Pulau Pinang, last year, it was a church built on a small hill, a small church but claim by its committee that, it is a church which full of blessing and bliss. People always get cured of sickness, disease or whatever, when they pray very hard there. And what is more interesting, when it came to St. XXX Day, people would came here, all around the nation, to gather here, just to light a candle and place it all over the place and on night time, the whole hill, fulfilled with candle lights! which is definitely, an image which you could never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, when I walk around in the church, I found out my name, belong to a Saint, yes, St. Joachim. Father of our Virgin Mother Mary... I was like, so shock and could not say anything until then, then...I was very proud of my name... well, a name which belong to such important person...who is not proud of it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, when I went online to browse around, I also found out that my name also belong to Joseph Joachim, a very famous and popular, Hungarian, music composer and producer. Woah~ seem like this name, Joachim, ain't just a simple name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, I start to telling people around about my name, how to pronounce it, the history of the name, and not many people can have this kinda unique name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...do you like your name my dear readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Problem uploading pics, maybe few more days after this, sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memory of Father Joachim Phang (the one who baptized me)&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-7102019230221169429?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/7102019230221169429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=7102019230221169429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7102019230221169429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/7102019230221169429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-my-name.html' title='I love my NAME!!!'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-1367237035439769656</id><published>2007-10-21T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:11:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By My Babe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENT YOU WISH FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: 1. More time with her&lt;br /&gt;:: 2. New handphone&lt;br /&gt;:: 3. More money&lt;br /&gt;:: 4. IPod&lt;br /&gt;:: 5. A new wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: My Babe, Cathelene Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: 1. Perfect&lt;br /&gt;:: 2. Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;:: 3. Sexy&lt;br /&gt;:: 4. Hot&lt;br /&gt;:: 5. Tall enough for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Giving me, her everything! well~ its really everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS SHE HAS SAID TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: "yes" when she agreed to be mine, =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: she is my lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , THEY HAVE TO IMPROVE ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: who is they? they is who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF SHE BECOMES YOUR ENERMY , YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I never wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF SHE BECOMES YOUR ENERMY , THE REASON WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I hurt her badly, or the other way round, Im just saying, cause it will never happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PASS THIS QUIZ TO 1O PEOPLE THAT YOUS WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cathelene back?&lt;br /&gt;2. Apui (Alvin Yap)&lt;br /&gt;3. Suleen&lt;br /&gt;4. Eli Shares~&lt;br /&gt;5. Doreen&lt;br /&gt;6. Vincent&lt;br /&gt;7. Cherling&lt;br /&gt;8. Chai Loon (although u dun blog here!)&lt;br /&gt;9 GiaChery&lt;br /&gt;10. Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( *if only all of the 10 is reading this* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. WHO IS NO.7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Melvin, I think this is how to spell his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. WHO IS NO.9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I miss contact with him, for some a time, but I know he had a new one! woo~ where to go man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. IF NO.9 nd NO10 ARE TOGETHER , WILL IT BE A GOOD THING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Gay?! I do not know duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. WHAT ABOUT NO1 nd NO5 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: they are in relationship, sista ma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. WHAT IS NO3 STUDYING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Foundation in Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOUS CHATT-ED WITH NO6 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: never...I just stare him...hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. DOES NO4 WORK ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. DOES NO8 HAVE ANY COUSIN IN HER OWN SCHOOL ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I do not think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. WILL YOU WOO NO8 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: No! sorry, im on someone badly already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. HOW BOUT NO5 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. DOES NO2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: one elder bro n a sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO3 AND NO4 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: in SwinBurne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. WHERE DOES NO1 LIVE AT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Jln Song, yeah, I hope I can live nearer as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. HOW YOUS GET TO KNOW NO.2 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: SwinBurne as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. IS NO5 SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Sori doreen, but I gotta say...my Babe is the sexiest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-1367237035439769656?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/1367237035439769656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=1367237035439769656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1367237035439769656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1367237035439769656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged-by-my-babe.html' title='Tagged By My Babe~'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-557121397324321818</id><published>2007-10-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:27:41.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Suicide is Painless...</title><content type='html'>STRESS is 'killing' a lot of people nowadays, whom just cannot cope up with their stress, cannot find a way to relieve it, for sure...they are going to use the alternative way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, my subject today is pointing to TEENAGERS. Somehow there is a lot of teenagers nowadays...just cannot cope up with their stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress from FAMILY, STUDY, FRIENDS and so on... there is a lot of thing running wild in their mind, making them to jump into making such decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rxpw3kNUlMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PpUAEQOO74k/s1600-h/suicide+by+hanginf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rxpw3kNUlMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PpUAEQOO74k/s320/suicide+by+hanginf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123531626002027714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILYN MANSON&lt;br /&gt;SUICIDE IS PAINLESS (LYRICS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Suicide Is Painless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through early morning fog I see&lt;br /&gt;Visions of the things to be&lt;br /&gt;The pains that are withheld for me&lt;br /&gt;I realize and I can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;And I can take or leave it if I please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of life is hard to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose it anyway&lt;br /&gt;The losing card I'll someday lay&lt;br /&gt;So this is all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;And I can take or leave it if I please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword of time will pierce our skins&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt when it begins&lt;br /&gt;But as it works its way on in&lt;br /&gt;The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;And I can take or leave it if I please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brave man once requested me&lt;br /&gt;To answer questions that are key&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;And I replied 'oh why ask me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suicide is painless&lt;br /&gt;It brings on many changes&lt;br /&gt;And I can take or leave it if I please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you can do the same thing if you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  You see...some more with this kinda, song...no support from people around you...you are on your own, no wonder, many teenager die this way, but to all this kinda people out there, do you think, it is worth it to get rid of your own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, do not consider about your own life, but at least that you think about people around you? your parent? your favorite uncle or auntie? or your loved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to all people put there! think twice before you make any decision...it is not only you, facing the world, having all odds going against you, there is people worse than you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think...before you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson Fan:&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Joachim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-557121397324321818?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/557121397324321818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=557121397324321818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/557121397324321818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/557121397324321818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/suicide-is-painless.html' title='Suicide is Painless...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rxpw3kNUlMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PpUAEQOO74k/s72-c/suicide+by+hanginf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-792976054046805998</id><published>2007-10-13T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:58:05.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><title type='text'>Feeling of Deeply Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Do you guys know how actually, falling in love feels? Alright, many of you might know, but let me ask again, you know how it feels to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DEEPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fallen in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rw-iw0NUlLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/trSZxP-EiuE/s1600-h/deep+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rw-iw0NUlLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/trSZxP-EiuE/s320/deep+hole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120490260875482290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OooOOuuuUUuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, no body would hear you scream if you were that deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeper than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize about it, just about an hour ago. What incident? Never mind, let me keep it for myself, sorry viewers, sometimes, life should contains its' secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why I know...cause, I feel so, I do not know why, yet I cannot explain the reason. I just so deeply, madly, in love with her. Cannot even lose the image of her, even within one second. yet, I do not want to lose the image of her face in my head, not even for one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like my breath...try holding your breath for one minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...2...3...4...5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6...7...8...9...10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...you cannot right? I understand, well, maybe yes, for some, one minute, than try to beat the world record of 8 minutes plus, hold for 10 minutes than. I bet you cannot...well, that is how I can describe her, she is like that to me, I cannot even lose her even in a very short period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me something just now...I do not know what to do, right at that moment, but...I just out of my mind...and at that very moment, I really realize that, I cannot breathe, eat, drink, sleep not even living my up my life like what I used to be...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;IF LIVING IS WITHOUT HER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she is that important to me...if I could, I would say, she is much more important that that...now, breathe might be one example to describe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get another... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, can human live without soul? When we were created at the very first moment, of daddy's worm and mummy's egg... we accept our very first &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, our soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I believe that, our life had being destined at that moment, what will we live as, how do we look like, how is the attitude that we could have when we grow up and what or how would we ended up like, and who will be the companion for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why, I understand why is it call soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and now, I found mine,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; my soul mate~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found soul mate...&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-792976054046805998?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/792976054046805998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=792976054046805998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/792976054046805998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/792976054046805998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-of-deeply-fallen.html' title='Feeling of Deeply Fallen'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/Rw-iw0NUlLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/trSZxP-EiuE/s72-c/deep+hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-2198078933144974336</id><published>2007-10-09T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:55:28.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Frustrated Nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It had been so many nights since I stay awake, including tonight, I just cannot sleep, I seriously, do not know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwqCYUNUlKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aEvq0ZW9rIU/s1600-h/sleepless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwqCYUNUlKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aEvq0ZW9rIU/s320/sleepless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119047280713045154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-eye of the sleepless night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To be really really honest, it is damn tiring, you have no attention at all, when you are having class, you simply cannot understand what the heck the lecturer is talking about, you just cannot catch the point, second, you do not have the mood to do anything, you just felt like, you wanna leave everything down and rest, but the thing is like, you just cannot sleep, that is what so fuck up about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;But I found out something...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am around here...I can rest completely with nothing as burden inside my head or my shoulder, I just felt that, nothing shall bother me...I swear, I would not...regret if I die lying beside her, while I am asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like my...comforter...I feel comfortable, whenever, I am around her, (yah rite! what a good reason to sleep in class...LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tonight is another sleepless night like I mention just now, I try to sleep, but I just cannot stop my brain from keep on working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my modem cannot work just now, damn boring, sit, watch some video that I last time downloaded, sms with my babe, and than, until I ask her to sleep... saying, I would sleep together with her, but in the end, I turn on my light and stay... sorry for lying, but I do not really mean it, I want to sleep...but I cant... so I guess, I am trying to say, I wanna sleep with you... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;As I stay awake late at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I imagine your body lie on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;When I lie down to hug it,&lt;br /&gt;You were not there, no nowhere to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I use to much of my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Although you might just conquer the whole bed,&lt;br /&gt;But I do not mind at all,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice anything here, to satisfied everything there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stay up late at night,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder a lot of thing inside my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I have millions of thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And each and every of those,&lt;br /&gt;Contains your name and your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I exist,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I stay alive, breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I live another day to love,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I put down my pride,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I put aside myself,&lt;br /&gt;and put you as my priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know...I'll never be perfect anymore&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about it...if life without you&lt;br /&gt;as I stay awake at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need her more than anyone does&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-2198078933144974336?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/2198078933144974336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=2198078933144974336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2198078933144974336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2198078933144974336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/frustrated-nights.html' title='Frustrated Nights...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwqCYUNUlKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aEvq0ZW9rIU/s72-c/sleepless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-2228404636795928195</id><published>2007-10-05T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:51:06.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Making Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZE50NUlGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lpdsukf1J-g/s1600-h/making+love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZE50NUlGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lpdsukf1J-g/s320/making+love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117853786610898018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Makin' Love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Well, common phrase, a very, very common phrase in our modern world nowadays, educated or not a person is, he or she still know how to make love with the partner, it is not something that, you need special education to understand, no proper training to let you know how to do the move...but it is still, something which is so special. But in our modern world nowadays, people just make love without knowing proper things behind it, something like the benefits? The real move? The respect of partners when making love...and so much more...people nowadays just make love to satisfied their needs...without caring much the beauty of making love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was surfing on the net like usual, looking some facts, some information, nothing much, just spending some dull time on the net, than I came across, something entitle this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;TEN REASONS TO MAKE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sure is a title which attract almost everyman to click on it, and read the articles, I bet! well, consider yourself lucky mate, cause, I am going to re-write what I read the other day...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Sexual activity is a form of physical exercise," according to Dr. Michael Cirigliano of the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine. Sure it is a form of exercise, you move each and every part of your body when you are making love...this make me think of swimming duh, just the difference is...swimming=cold, making love=hot and steamy! Making love three times a week burns around 7,500 calories in a year, for the kiss part...if included...you are working out on your own bed, this does sound good doesn't it? and this equivalent of jogging 75 miles, which by this miles, you would never walk by foot, for the whole year, trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Breathing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A night of love can raise the amount of oxygen in cells, helping to keep organs and tissues functioning at their peak. Which is another benefit which you gain from exercising....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong Bones and Muscles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Any kind of physical exercise is going to increase testosterone," states Dr. Karen Donahey, director of the Sex and Marital Therapy Program at Chicago's Northwestern University Medical Center. Testosterone is believed to help keep men's bones and muscles strong. Still, it is another benefits that you gain from working out in gym, but you must know, in gym, you saw guys...muscular guys~ but if making love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lowered Cholesterol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Making love regularly can lower levels of the body's total cholesterol slightly, while positively changing the ratio of good-to-bad cholesterol. Which simply means that, when you reach the age of 65 or 70...you would not suffer any strokes causing death when the past last 10 years, you had kept on wrecking your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain Relief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sex can lower levels of "arthritic pain, whiplash pain and headache pain," according to Dr. Beverly Whipple, president-elect of the American Association of Sex Educators, Counselors and Therapists. Hormones that are released during sexual excitement and orgasm can elevate pain thresholds. So, next time, when your wife or partner says, "not tonight dear, I had headache" tell him or her this...so, there is no other reasons not to make love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DHEA -- Without Supplements.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DHEA (dehydroepiandrosterone), a popular supplemental hormone, is released naturally during lovemaking. "Just before orgasm and ejaculation," Crenshaw says, "DHEA spikes to levels three to five times higher than usual." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prostate Protection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Researchers say prostate trouble may arise or be worsened by fluid buildup within the gland. Regular ejaculation will help wash out those fluids. Be cautious when suddenly changing frequency -- sudden changes may also trigger prostate problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress Relief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Sex can be a very effective way of reducing stress levels," Donahey told Men's Health. This is approve by a lot of people, that is why teenagers or young adults suffer much stress than adults...because they can't have enough 'love' (hahah!)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Will Keep Us Together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Crenshaw says affectionate touch will increase levels of oxytocin -- the "bonding hormone." Oxytocin is a desire-enhancing chemical secreted by the pituitary. Regular oxytocin release may help encourage frequent lovemaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hormones -- Naturally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Regular lovemaking can increase a woman's estrogen level, protect her heart and keep her vaginal tissues more supple," states Donahey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Information from: http://parenting.ivillage.com/newborn/nmomcare/0,,446m,00.html (what a good article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The whole thing about this is...making love isn't a bad thing overall, although in the 6th line of the 10th Commandments says, "Do Not Commit Adultery"...making love is just another beautiful thing... and not to lure you guys into sins...I better leave this for your own judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZN4ENUlHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QNcui67GUos/s1600-h/aids_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZN4ENUlHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QNcui67GUos/s320/aids_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117863652150776946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZOMUNUlII/AAAAAAAAAEE/mB4gU3F53ic/s1600-h/aids_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZOMUNUlII/AAAAAAAAAEE/mB4gU3F53ic/s320/aids_boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864000043127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;This picture show that, if you do not wear any protection, you are making love to aids itself...so, don't save, do buy gloves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;No offense, only providing info&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-2228404636795928195?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/2228404636795928195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=2228404636795928195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2228404636795928195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2228404636795928195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-love.html' title='Making Love...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwZE50NUlGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lpdsukf1J-g/s72-c/making+love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-5653093083598436275</id><published>2007-10-04T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:12:07.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPTx0NUlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gLRYRu4xOVU/s1600-h/kiss_and_ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPTx0NUlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gLRYRu4xOVU/s320/kiss_and_ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117166454404584498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Kisses, something I would say it is romantic, it is hot, it is steamy, it is something you do to show your love...kissing is a verb which you totally cannot define it properly cause it has so much thing to say about it. Kiss in its' scientific term is philematology...yah, it is a spelling error here, well, scientific term, what do you expect right? For me, couple at younger age, they kisses more than ever, that is why many youngsters nowadays can stay fit, because, the fact says, you can actually burn 26 calories of fat in just one minute kiss, imagine, you have almost one hour with your couple on bed, rolling here and there, touching and caressing, you had burned more than 1560 calories, that is just kisses, not including those movement which you do, well...I think I better stay at home and do more this kind of 'exercise' with my girl than going out...HaHa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPWdkNUlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/6lOmE-Cew7o/s1600-h/ist2_2047249_romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPWdkNUlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/6lOmE-Cew7o/s320/ist2_2047249_romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117169405047116866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now, according to my research, facts saying that Eskimos, Polynesians and MALAYSIAN... rub their nose with their couple more than they kiss, walao~ but when I think back, yah, I do enjoy rubbing my nose with my girl, but than I think I still wanna stick to kissing, since it can burned more calories than rubbing nose. Some more, this nose rubbing process sometime can gets very irritating, so, I still am going to show my love more...by kissing...now, that's what I call love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPX60NUlFI/AAAAAAAAACg/u1rRLl581lY/s1600-h/batman-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPX60NUlFI/AAAAAAAAACg/u1rRLl581lY/s320/batman-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117171007069918290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now...I am not posting this batman and robin kissing picture for fun...I am posting this to say something about homosexual's kisses... what does it feel to kiss the same gender? What does it feel to kiss the guy next door? Yucks~ it is like licking your own toe, it might not related, but for me, it still sucks duh~ damn~ homosexuality, should be banned! Some more, it is forbidden in religion. NO OFFENSE, ONLY DEFENSE! (after watching Chuck and Larry, this came out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:Guess I am too bored...that is why an idea like this came out...have fun alright with the facts of kissing alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;FACTS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Romans kissed each other on the eyes or the mouth as a greeting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The average person spends two weeks of their life kissing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Victorian etiquette required a man to kiss the back of a ladies hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A standard greeting in Europe is a kiss on both cheeks - could be two. . . could be four.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; African tribes pay homage to their Chief by kissing the ground where he has walked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In Ireland, you will have good luck if you kiss the Blarney Stone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The scientific name for kissing is philematology.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Longest kiss - 29 hours by contestants in the "Breath Savers Longest Kiss  Challenge" in New York on March 24, 1998.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Longest underwater kiss - 2 minutes and 18 seconds in Tokyo, Japan, on April 2, 1980.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; First movie kiss - John C Rice kissed May Irwin in the film called "The Kiss" (1896). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Most kisses in a single movie - 127 in the movie "Don Juan" (1927). Mary Astor and Estelle Taylor  got all of those kisses from John Barrymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Longest movie kiss - 3 minutes and 5 seconds between Jane Wyman and Regis Tommey in, "You're in the Army Now" (1941). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;img src="http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss15.gif" border="0" height="33" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Beware where you kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In some places kissing is a crime - it's illegal in Indiana for a mustached man to "habitually kiss human beings", in Hartford, Connecticut it's illegal for a husband to kiss his wife on Sunday, and in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, it's a crime to kiss a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;This information is from, http://hicards.com/valentine/vkiss.html.Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio-A great Kisser:&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-5653093083598436275?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/5653093083598436275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=5653093083598436275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5653093083598436275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/5653093083598436275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/10/kisses.html' title='Kisses...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp0.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwPTx0NUlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gLRYRu4xOVU/s72-c/kiss_and_ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-2915982409921338522</id><published>2007-09-28T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:14:22.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girl'/><title type='text'>I never could ever bare the pain of losing HER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;    Although the time is short, although everything seems happen so fast for us, but than, I already had fallen so deep inside, of loving you, I shall never could ever bare the pain of losing her, it is never, since I know, right after the day that we be together, I know, this is my destiny, this is my way of life, you are my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Although many odds are going in our way, we felt like, everything is going against, us, but I get down on my kneel, begging you...please bare with me, please stay with me and do not leave... because if you really do leave me, that would equalize to the demolishing of my life, the destruction of my life, every time when you tell me that you are upset of something which relate to our relationship, deep down inside, I really feel so bad, I cried deep inside, without tears on my eye...but there's blood leaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wanna live up my life ever since the moment that you say you wanna stay with me, ever since than, I know, nothing else shall matter for me, no matter how dark is the history, no matter how suffer and how painful it is, I know that is all some stupid past tense...all I care about is the present and future tense, all I care is you who is my present and future tense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take all the blame, mistakes and faults, please forgive me if I really had done something wrong...but, please do not say you do not love me, never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ner&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-2915982409921338522?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/2915982409921338522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=2915982409921338522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2915982409921338522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2915982409921338522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-never-could-ever-bare-pain-of-losing.html' title='I never could ever bare the pain of losing HER...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-2089338853671435714</id><published>2007-09-27T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:28:52.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lagging for once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Did not blog for some time, few days ago until now, suffering diarrhea because of food poisoning. Sorry everyone, okay, for this time, I am going to tell everyone basically, about what happen to me this few days. Send my father's car to the stupid service center for servicing, wait there for almost more than 4 hours, what make me more angry about the other day is, my girlfriend keep complaining about the weather, the condition, the test that is coming right after that, and almost everything, not complaining that she is noisy or what, but I am disappointed of myself for involving her into such bad situation. (sorry babe~ and you can put the blame on me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That is not the worst part of that day, after the car undergoing some checking, the staff over there gave me a figure what my bill will look like later...I was assuming some numbers around Rm300, or something like that, but this is what I got...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;800++&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for God's sake, I am not requesting my car to be turned into this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwjCNENUlJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Ro5rzrV_HY/s1600-h/000493880534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwjCNENUlJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Ro5rzrV_HY/s320/000493880534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118554506230273170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not into optimus prime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since my father just gave me like, Rm500 something, so, I gotta call him up for back up since we lived quite far away from the service center. Finally, after some argument and cursing, my father send his friends to hand in extra cash~ fuhh~ luckily he did not ask me to pay first, ask me also no use, cause I'm always broke =(. than, the case for the turning the car into optimus prime already settle, now come the second case, since, it was already in the afternoon, me and my girlfriend had decided to get some food to eat so that we would not starve, but the problem is, the nearest kopitiam without crossing the road is like lotsa lotsa meters away, some more, the weather is so hot, until like, you can fried an egg on your head already. I am not worried about myself, I am more worried about my girlfriend, she would melt...she already hot enough, plus the weather... =P, okay, okay, cut the crap short, we manage to reach some food shop safely, still in original way...but sweaty. So, we ordered some food, I ordered some chicken rice and she ordered laksa, because I am way too hungry, I finish my food like barbarians without knowing the food is actually poisonous, so hungry until I ate her laksa as well...but than, that is the starting of the pain, that night, I start to feel some weirdness going inside me...I do not know what the hell happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Until the next day...I got up, with a lil stomachache, just a bit, I assumed that, it is normal since I always forgot to eat my meal on time, so I refreshed myself and get some food, take some normal Chinese's family meal and drove down to school, attended some classes and then went out with my girl and Aaron, driving around, and than, this is when the pain strike...I thought it was gastric, so I consumed so milk and choc which bought by my girl...it ease a bit, but not long after that, it came again... (after editing)...the pain last until now, I still suffer this stupid diarrhea...do not know when I am going to recover and do not know when I can go Sunny Hill and enjoy the ice-cream again since the other day, I only can see my girl and Aaron enjoying the ice-cream =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Time of blogging this is around 1 o'clock in the morning, I am tired but insist to keep on writing, since I do not want to let Mr. Laziness to take over me. It is raining outside now...and I really miss my babe so much, I wish she can be here, lying beside me now...and fall asleep beside me...herm...but I know, that is not going to happen, not until many years later, or maybe not that far...hahah, alright, until the next time, peace and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Diarrhea Sufferer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-2089338853671435714?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/2089338853671435714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=2089338853671435714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2089338853671435714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2089338853671435714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/09/lagging-for-once.html' title='Lagging for once'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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://bp2.blogger.com/_YUE8qiXB30A/RwjCNENUlJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Ro5rzrV_HY/s72-c/000493880534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138497106953672055.post-1165317688800559180</id><published>2007-09-25T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:17:15.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Physical Outlook...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Physical, definition by Oxford dictionary is, "connected with your body rather than your mind" let me highlight, the word body, body is the thing that people can see from the outside, what people can see with their naked eyes, what people sometimes judge you with, some might not agree...nor do I, but mostly people just judge someone else by their physical, the face, the body, the hair, the thing you wear, the thing you put on your body and everything which is related to your body...(ex: tattoo, piercing and so on). The other thing which had being such a sensitive issue for ages...the skin color. Before I really got into this topic of mine for now, I wanna shout to all those reading...I ain't trying to do any offense onto you guys, not at any kind of race, not at any kind of human you are or what ever mankind you are, I really do not trying to offend you all, because, I am offended, just in a softer way of offense...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Case:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I went to meet my girlfriend’s mother the other day, for the very first time, I was with my semi-formal attire, tug in my shirt some more, man, when I look myself in the mirror, I just look like a salesman, well, its okay I think, because, I need to make a good impression for myself…well, at least, she know her daughter ain’t hanging out with any punks. I took off all my ear-rings, this is what I call sacrifice, anything for her, although I might risk to lose all the piercing I had on my right ear, but it is still okay for me, I still put myself into the risk, for love’s sake. Well, I try to walk the gentleman’s way…walk in, saw her grandma lying on the sofa, I greet her, saw the brother, I greet him, and sat down on the sofa, properly sat, “this ain’t me and I had never ever had this kind of experince~” but it is still okay, anything for my babe. Minutes passed by and the mother came out, “hi, aunty”, that was all which came out of my mouth, and I swear, I am really damn nervous at that time. But the mother did not talk to me, just smile and went back to the kitchen…I sat there and talked to the grandma, happen some misunderstanding on my surname, but it is still okay, since I know all this all folk’s way of listening and talking. But what crushed me is…my babe came to me a few moments after that laughing and tells me something, this is the conversation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My babe: You know what mummy say just now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My babe: Mummy ask me whether you are a (some other race) or not… (Giggle)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;What?! (deep down inside, it’s damn hurt)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My babe: Than I say no, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Okay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My babe: But mummy turns back to me after pausing for some time and asked again, “mix?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was the second head shot I got from that day…ending of the first case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second case:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;After that incident, I gotta meet some of her friends, since a lot of people already tell me that I really look like some, bastard which only know how to mess up people’s life…I kept on hearing all this stupid news and rumors…even those unrelated crimes, they relate it to me as well, just because of what I look like? I felt, I had being treated so unfairly, so unfair, it is like, I had being blame for the blame which I had never done, which is so f*ck-up…alright, back to the case, after my babe told the friends about us, duh~ the friend said something like, “please lar, him ar?” it is like, I had being put out of list before I do anything, I was shot with M-16 that day, not one shot…it’s the whole magazine…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Well, you see, your physical outlook might not be really important for you, but think again, what does your look brings to others? What came in their mind at the very first place when they saw you? Could you ever figure that out? Should I wear some ear-rings? Should I walk like some models or Ah-Beng? Should I wear like some formal businessman or just plain t-shirt shit like that? Think again…your physical ain’t important for you, but it is for others…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third case:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Until then, I was quite close with the family members, I mean like, I could go to the house and hang out there, without fearing anything, so, on last Saturday night, I was around in town with my girl, suddenly, the mother call us up and asked if I could send her back, well, mother in law wannabe, why not right? So, I asked my girl to tell the mother to wait and I’ll drive her back home. Pick up the mother and send her back (being nag for not wearing seat belt at that time, hahah!) after the mother got down from the car…something came in my mind, damn~ my ear-rings…I forgot to take it off…damn, I shot and commit suicide myself using revolver this time…2 piercing…2 shots…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is not the ending of the story, no…no…few days after that, my babe, told me that, mummy indeed saw my ear-rings and she say I look gay-ish~ walao~! What an extravaganza word is that! Now this is some big cannon shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: I had a lota wounds till then...but still survived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Target Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Ivan Joachim-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-1165317688800559180?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/1165317688800559180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=1165317688800559180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1165317688800559180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/1165317688800559180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/09/physical-outlook.html' title='Physical Outlook...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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-138497106953672055.post-2823843345237077441</id><published>2007-09-23T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:16:47.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting Point'/><title type='text'>The Restart of everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Its being ages since I posted up anything inside here. Since I start blogging in friendster, I completely forget about my blogspot, that is why, it had being ages, but it is ok, since, I am going to start again, each and everything, each and every SINGLE thing...the restart of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am now, completely in love with someone...she is the one whom make me to blog again inside here...since I follow each and every single thing she say...I make a comeback, so...sorry for those readers which I had left behind for months, please do accept my apologies, I am really sorry and I really do not mean it. But for me, those does not matter at all, since I am back again with all those "stupid" writings, ok...before anything, I would like to say thanks a lot to my boo, she is the one who design my blog for me, since I am so lazy to do it...thanks also to everyone beside me, without you guys, my life would not be so interesting, and if my life are not that interesting overall...I would not be able to write anything inside here...love ya all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And for those who view my blog, thank you very much for your support, I really hope that you guys could keep on reading non-stop, as long as I am still writing, I hope that you guys will keep on reading...bookmark me, and let me be the one whom makes your visit onto the internet not going to be as boring as it used to be, thanks and peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restarter&lt;br /&gt;-Ivern Joaquin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/138497106953672055-2823843345237077441?l=ivanjoachim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/feeds/2823843345237077441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=138497106953672055&amp;postID=2823843345237077441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2823843345237077441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/138497106953672055/posts/default/2823843345237077441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanjoachim.blogspot.com/2007/09/restart-of-everything.html' title='The Restart of everything...'/><author><name>Ivan Joachim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12026627550072339575</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>
