<?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-4839689084059741188</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:29:06.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.think.therefore.i.am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-4200621587197260261</id><published>2010-01-21T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:00:14.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21012010</title><content type='html'>Officially broke up with you 2 months plus.&lt;br /&gt;and you're with her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know my heart is stil pain when i looking all the pictures of u and her&lt;br /&gt;you supposed with me&lt;br /&gt;you was belong to me&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who own your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we just like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;we were so close and so in love.&lt;br /&gt;we went thru so much thing.&lt;br /&gt;i know its over.&lt;br /&gt;when you said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;all left is memories&lt;br /&gt;maybe u it doesn;t mean anything to u and u already erase it&lt;br /&gt;but I still keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could move on.&lt;br /&gt;but i just dont  know why i cant.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why u so mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;why i just cant stop care and miss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin tan.&lt;br /&gt;alvin tan.&lt;br /&gt;i used to called you like this when you were my admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear..&lt;br /&gt;I used to called you this because you're my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is bii..&lt;br /&gt;you said b4 its like no different with all of my frens if you call me bi as well&lt;br /&gt;but end up&lt;br /&gt;you decided called me bii too but for you bii mean babe to you for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear.. i miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839689084059741188-4200621587197260261?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4200621587197260261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=4200621587197260261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/4200621587197260261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/4200621587197260261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/21012010.html' title='21012010'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-5403157533112789333</id><published>2009-05-21T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:18:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a silent wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to do many thing for today&lt;br /&gt;I've planned for very earlier for today&lt;br /&gt;I was very fan and care today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, the only thing I can do is wishing with silently to you at here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You.&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/4839689084059741188-5403157533112789333?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5403157533112789333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=5403157533112789333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/5403157533112789333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/5403157533112789333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/silent-wishes.html' title='a silent wishes'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-8649272761545806831</id><published>2008-12-15T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:46:51.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest blogger . baby jac again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paisei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kecoh agian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too boring here&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing nothing here&lt;br /&gt;Yup! I know I suppose to do revision for my final exam now&lt;br /&gt;But I'm no mood with it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss the blog owner super gaogao here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying about the blog owner so much&lt;br /&gt;He is super busy recently, everyday work like hell&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dear ar Dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please drink more water&lt;br /&gt;and dont forget have your meal when you're hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must take good care yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont get sick, please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SUZ48PSdq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BF1ICX2YjH0/s1600-h/SDC10318+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SUZ48PSdq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BF1ICX2YjH0/s320/SDC10318+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280040589429943170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your my smile when I'm sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My light in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beat of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My world, My dream, My everything and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the most important for me in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;by jacqueline @ baby jac&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/4839689084059741188-8649272761545806831?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8649272761545806831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=8649272761545806831' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/8649272761545806831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/8649272761545806831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/12/guest-blogger-baby-jac-again.html' title='Guest blogger . baby jac again'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SUZ48PSdq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BF1ICX2YjH0/s72-c/SDC10318+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-7233370160524521089</id><published>2008-12-08T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:08:34.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path to nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/ST01aM9PtgI/AAAAAAAAACw/6bAFeiMdZIM/s1600-h/The_white_path_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277433062619067906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/ST01aM9PtgI/AAAAAAAAACw/6bAFeiMdZIM/s320/The_white_path_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost lost the will to talk or to breath. There's a path which will lead to no where, yet I still put my first step onto it. Walking under the rain. It's raining everyday, it's freezing and cold, but sometimes it's the cold which brings back the life in me. Pulling me back onto the path where there're two pair of footsteps. It's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you&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/4839689084059741188-7233370160524521089?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7233370160524521089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=7233370160524521089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/7233370160524521089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/7233370160524521089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/12/path-to-nowhere.html' title='Path to nowhere.'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/ST01aM9PtgI/AAAAAAAAACw/6bAFeiMdZIM/s72-c/The_white_path_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-7990099218763150815</id><published>2008-12-03T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:32:10.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Days Days</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I went out with my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; to Red Island Cafe to help her study for her coming exam, photography. I studied it before when I was in college, but it was a few years back, forgotten everything. Stayed there for quite some time. That's just the 1st session, the second tuition class started at 9pm in Old Town Cafe to continue studying the rest of it. I didn't help much, but just trying my best to explain, somehow it's entering my brains without me knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnnn, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; ask me to help her check the wind pressure in her tires, and these are the results;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front: 47/210&lt;br /&gt;Back: 76/230&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXACTLY &lt;/span&gt;you're thinking right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O H M Y G O D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 day ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally the long awaited time as come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 2nd wife, Toyota Vios 1.5G Spec 06/07 got it around 1pm just in front of my mom's office. It's not brand new (2nd hand infact); but to be frank I love the old facelift instead of the new Vios. No offense to New Vios facelift owner, but to me it looks like a flower horn fish. I really have to thank my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; and her cousin's husband Martin for helping a lot to get the beloved car. My parents who supported me as well. SUPRISINGLY, they didn't ask much or go against it. I'm feel pretty blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; after that, ate in Jusco while studying with her, she make me in this exam mode which I didn't have long long time ago. So, I took the photography mid exam with her. Luckily TAR is not so strict and they didn't check. It was fun! Brings back the memories when I used to be in college. Well, hopefully we pass with flying &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Team Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dear sifu Joey asked me to join his car club, just going to enter the forum and have a look, make new friends maybe? Haha! This is the link anyway &lt;a href="http://www.team-impact.com.my/"&gt;http://www.team-impact.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839689084059741188-7990099218763150815?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7990099218763150815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=7990099218763150815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/7990099218763150815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/7990099218763150815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-days-days.html' title='Days Days Days'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-4970714411589387889</id><published>2008-11-27T05:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:46:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.H.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS3Jt9r70eI/AAAAAAAAACo/A20LUPI4EgQ/s1600-h/Why__by_WhiteSpeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273092530210853346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS3Jt9r70eI/AAAAAAAAACo/A20LUPI4EgQ/s320/Why__by_WhiteSpeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's running through my mind right now? Hundreds of questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this questions I keep to myself. Some of them I question myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; is things so complicated at times? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; I can't do anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; this? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the word &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'W.H.Y'&lt;/span&gt; exist? The only reason I can think of is because of curiousity.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is every questions which have &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'why'&lt;/span&gt; starts with question with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'why'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'why'&lt;/span&gt; isn't a very good word to put in a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a philosopher now; it's just what it's my mind at this very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rest my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839689084059741188-4970714411589387889?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4970714411589387889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=4970714411589387889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/4970714411589387889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/4970714411589387889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/why_27.html' title='W.H.Y'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS3Jt9r70eI/AAAAAAAAACo/A20LUPI4EgQ/s72-c/Why__by_WhiteSpeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-264443567451084116</id><published>2008-11-27T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:30:34.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories I treasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273000572164377330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS12FTRKCvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tXuVUG5wN48/s320/i_love_you____by_herryhewy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,&lt;br /&gt;the things you are,&lt;br /&gt;the things you never want to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have not been blogging for the pass few days; I have a good reason for it. I have been busy creating new memories with my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;. For the past few days, since we have our 1st month celebration, it's been so sweet every single day. There're always some difficulties in a relationship. I have fair share of mine. Believing there's always a path we can walk through when there's a dead end. All I can say is thank you because you my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; chose to walk the path with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273000503451899282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS12BTS01ZI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hyn5RWcVncs/s320/Saw_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching the SAW again. No, I'm not crazy or mentally insane. Not for for the gore seriously, it's not like Rambo 5 where you can see blood every corner in the screen. I just love the movie for the storyline they have. I'm not going to spoil the story and twist here for you; but it's one of the movie that's worth watching. Our dear country don't allow SAW series to be released here (due to the level of violent and gore) but if you're interested try to download it from torrents. I'm waiting for the dvdrip for SAW 5, I have the urge to download the video cam quality, but watching it is like cumming out pre-mature spe*m. So, I shall wait. (cries*) Take my warning, it's really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the weak hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the premise for the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series revolves around John Kramer, dubbed by the media the "Jigsaw Killer", a dying man who kidnaps a series of victims and places them in deadly, elaborate traps designed to test them and give them an opportunity to repent their former lifestyles, in which Jigsaw feels that they took their lives for granted. Each concludes with a twist ending that wraps things up, but also creates more questions to be answered in the following film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much blood could you shed to stay alive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839689084059741188-264443567451084116?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/264443567451084116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=264443567451084116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/264443567451084116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/264443567451084116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-i-treasure.html' title='Memories I treasure.'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SS12FTRKCvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tXuVUG5wN48/s72-c/i_love_you____by_herryhewy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839689084059741188.post-1927743450174425767</id><published>2008-11-22T04:53:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:31:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale In The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271217210408420290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SScgH_BRw8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/41QVOtOBn1E/s320/1560445643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that’s me… Resting on my girl’s hand. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 1st post, I really have loads to write, but I don't know how to write it out. I have seen lots of interesting blogs, I’m still so confused with the layout and all. Using my gf's &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jacbibi317"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; as a guideline. There's a link to it if you mouse over. I suck big time in HTML codes, so making a very unique blog is mission impossible for me. So I use what basic tool they have for noobs like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blogging is something really new to me, I take it as a way to express my feelings out. I really think poems makes everything sounds beautiful. Enjoy. More to come... getting sleepy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see inside my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You live inside my brain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You read my every thought, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know my deepest pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not know you're reading,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't met you yet,&lt;br /&gt;But you know me so completely,&lt;br /&gt;All through the internet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life is all revealed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layed open and layed bare, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can leaf through every page, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't really care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a book,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's parts of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give them out for all to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a book,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the life of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give them out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all for free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, come on in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and have a look,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get to know me in this way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only half a friendship, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, really, that's OK.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271218538151552530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSchVRP6JhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V2Md0VrU1p8/s320/SDC10422edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my dear darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839689084059741188-1927743450174425767?l=taleinthesilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1927743450174425767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4839689084059741188&amp;postID=1927743450174425767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/1927743450174425767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4839689084059741188/posts/default/1927743450174425767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleinthesilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/tale-in-silence.html' title='Tale In The Silence'/><author><name>A|vin @ Jacq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931169446418739614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SSdyxIFvZrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OziZ1Ty7IRI/S220/1560445643.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2VJ3dVAY2w/SScgH_BRw8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/41QVOtOBn1E/s72-c/1560445643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
