<?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-8948617985519574346</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:27:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm breaking out and taking you with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-1757084522416179309</id><published>2010-01-09T20:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:49:17.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is</title><content type='html'>happiness happiness happiness.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i feel irritated when people tell me that they are not happy for some "stupid" reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons such as.. I'll only be happy if i'm rich or if i get good results or if i get attached to this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's say they achieved those objectives and they are happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that happiness is just temporarily, they will come back and whine about another thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EG. I'm attached to the girl of my dreams but i'm poor, i don't deserve her so i'm sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on, i will be like WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must we all(me included) succumb ourselves to conditions in order to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we just go about enjoying unconditional happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i know we are human, so it's normal to be sad and whine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to an extent that it's always the same set of problems and never seem to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't we all be contented with what we have and stop crying on what we don't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this phrase " Happiness is always here, but covered by thoughts, desires and fears"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now believe that happiness is a state of the mind and joy is a state of the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1757084522416179309?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1757084522416179309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1757084522416179309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1757084522416179309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1757084522416179309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html' title='happiness is'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-13552382862865578</id><published>2009-12-27T19:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:26:28.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year!</title><content type='html'>It's already end of the year... how time flies.&lt;div&gt;Gosh, many things happened this year, and i must say i've gained much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through things such as relationship, friends, family etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt as though i became more matured in my thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handling heartache after heartache and disappointment after disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i were to watch my life on a big movie screen and i in the audiences seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would truly be amazed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times of cowardliness, i would just hurl popcorns at the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times of success, i would give a standing ovation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times of failure, i would sympathize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times of sadness, i will just cry along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the end, how would i rate my life movie for 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give it a 4/5 stars rating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically it has been a fruitful year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have stepped out of my comfort zone many times in the pursuit of improving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm much more expressive and open compared to beginning of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation changes people, and the outcome is determined by the thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, in whatever situation, my view on it will be positive and not otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the glass as half full and not half empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with these experiences gained i march towards the new year with boldness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like a 'veteran' soldier eager to venture into unknown territory for war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-13552382862865578?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/13552382862865578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=13552382862865578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/13552382862865578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/13552382862865578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-year.html' title='What a year!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-9195744650627272286</id><published>2009-12-22T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:54:57.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>logic vs emotion</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously in a match of logic vs emotion right now. Emotions wants to go ahead but logic tells me otherwise. So im trapped in this dilemma and it's killing me. I usually use logic with emotions and not other-way  around. my emotions are so strong now that is driving my logical sensory nuts. why oh why must that feeling be rekindled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-9195744650627272286?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/9195744650627272286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=9195744650627272286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/9195744650627272286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/9195744650627272286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/12/logic-vs-emotion.html' title='logic vs emotion'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-7322233048285599362</id><published>2009-12-10T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:52:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Flames to dust&lt;/div&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;div&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-7322233048285599362?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/7322233048285599362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=7322233048285599362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/7322233048285599362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/7322233048285599362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/12/flames-to-dust-lovers-to-friends-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-451172611951468461</id><published>2009-11-24T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:11:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello world. As of now the time is 2.30PM on a Tuesday. Let me emphasize 2.30PM and TUESDAY. Where would i be at this time on other weekdays? WORK! WERK! WURK! @ NUS! Slept super late last night, first time in 2 months. Shiok... Only one thing didn't go as plan. My sleep!! Slept at 230am woke up at 7am. Darn the body clock. Couldn't sleep for the next half hour. But oh well other then that it has been a great day so far. Woken up by the chirping of the birds together with a bright sunny morning. Stepped outside for a breather and for some stretching. Ahhh yes the serenity.... Beautiful day indeed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that whipped myself up for some good home-cooked lunch. 2 fried eggs, 2 pork bratwurst and fish fillet(sorry no pics). Eating lunch during the day in the comfort of my own home was simply delightful. Long time since that happened and the last time was again 2 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the only down side to this whole thing is that it cost me 19bucks! Yes, i took a no pay leave and seriously it's worth it. Instead of running around, i'am at home rejuvenating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work tomorrow, goodbye solitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SwuGKeoIgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6W5tYHuLknM/s1600/IMG_0196.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SwuGKeoIgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6W5tYHuLknM/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407563292166619330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-451172611951468461?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/451172611951468461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=451172611951468461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/451172611951468461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/451172611951468461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-pleasure.html' title='Simple pleasure.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SwuGKeoIgMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6W5tYHuLknM/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-3218082700662642357</id><published>2009-11-04T22:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:59:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz...</title><content type='html'>i've an unfinished post about my internship... haha. will post in up sometime soon =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, been super busy these few weeks... im really stretched and tired. in the process of expanding capacity. Hardly have time for myself... lets see my this week schedule after work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon: Rest day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tues: Celebrate birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed: Gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs: Cgc meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri: Cg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat: Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun: Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosh hectic to the max! Previous and the next week are no better. Spending my time wisely now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright let me blog something that is abit annoying and amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in the train on my way to work, i was stoning with my mp3. Then at some stop this girl came in and stood right next to me. That's normal and nothing out of the ordinary. But then she looked around and then looked at me. The first time, its alright. However, she did it repetitively! Pretending to look around then suddenly turn and look at me, could see that from the side of my eye. She was only standing less than a feet away on my side. I was thinking to myself, is there something on my face? So i looked at the reflection on the window but nothing. Ok, so feeling abit weird and annoyed. I played along with her. haha. After she looked at me, i would stare back at her. And when she's about to look at me again i look somewhere else.LOL. yea yea. paranoid la. oh wells. she was pretty anyways...XD whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-3218082700662642357?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/3218082700662642357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=3218082700662642357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/3218082700662642357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/3218082700662642357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/11/zzz.html' title='zzz...'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-6314325201653797364</id><published>2009-10-22T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:37:04.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously trapped in a dilemma. i really really hate this kind of scenarios. oh man. really didn't expected this to happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6314325201653797364?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6314325201653797364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6314325201653797364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6314325201653797364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6314325201653797364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-seriously-trapped-in-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-6145041259254352069</id><published>2009-10-18T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:44:27.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh, talking about the unexpected... I'm having this tiny infatuation feeling now which i don't like and don't want =\ sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6145041259254352069?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6145041259254352069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6145041259254352069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6145041259254352069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6145041259254352069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-gosh-talking-about-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-4933872014132681515</id><published>2009-10-12T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:57:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/StINuGoUu6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/k7XLL7qmcJY/s1600-h/Photo+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/StINuGoUu6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/k7XLL7qmcJY/s320/Photo+215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386789620792226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;presenting my new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-4933872014132681515?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4933872014132681515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=4933872014132681515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4933872014132681515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4933872014132681515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/10/presenting-my-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/StINuGoUu6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/k7XLL7qmcJY/s72-c/Photo+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-534538403650000751</id><published>2009-10-05T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:43:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenacity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tenacity Tenacity Tenacity. Without tenacity, i'm just as good as a loser or a failure. And I've lost a few battles this year because of the lack of it. Right now i'm riding on my tenacity chasing my goals and results can be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with basically ZERO knowledge and having huge obstacles along the way was seriously demoralizing, along with a group mate whom gave up too easily didn't help either. In the end, what can I do? I could only depend on God and myself only. Not to mention Mr.Google too. ha. Been cracking my brain doing what seemed impossible only to achieve it at the end. It's situations like this that really amazes me; my capabilities and my potential. Sometimes, the problem with me is that I give up after assessing the difficulty of the situation. But whenever i try and take that leap of faith, i find myself never looking back. Tend to focus on the negative rather on the success, how pessimistic of me. However somehow or rather i know i will eventually get to my destination and even if i fall, He will be there to catch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially this year, i wanted to quit for a fresh change. I felt things were getting no where and i was serving out of obligation. A change of environment was necessary because i've lost the drive. But i thought to myself that i haven't even achieved what i wanted to achieve in ministry and by quitting it shows that i give up too easily. Moreover, when i change ministry and i hit this dry point again; i will simply quit/run away. And by running away, i'm being selfish due to the fact that it affects my team. So i made my choice, i'm gonna renew my mindset and stand my ground. Yea yea, it may be boring and mundane at times but remaining faithful is the key. Sometimes it's through those mundane things that we are tested on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *Note to self, faithful in the little things and i can be entrusted with much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; thanks to my IC for waking me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result? I'm much more happier serving now. Things dosen't seem to be as dull as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quick update, i injured my toe nail and it's all blackish. I hope it does not develop into gangrene!!! ahhhh. must stop being paranoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea lastly, i find this album art nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Ssd0IGt-jbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fxr2EtTvM00/s1600-h/9467-soft-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Ssd0IGt-jbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fxr2EtTvM00/s320/9467-soft-machine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388403161763319218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-534538403650000751?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/534538403650000751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=534538403650000751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/534538403650000751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/534538403650000751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/10/tenacity.html' title='Tenacity'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Ssd0IGt-jbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fxr2EtTvM00/s72-c/9467-soft-machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-6603469262398000552</id><published>2009-09-26T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:50:22.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship...</title><content type='html'>After all we've been through, it has come to this. I actually thought i was the one that needed to change for the friendship to work. But infact, i've come to realize that the problem lies with you. I've been there for you when you were in trouble, listening to your problems while your close group of friends did'nt care. Heck, i even prayed for you... I wont deny the fact that you also did helped me in times of peril. But the way i see you treat your other friends and me is totally different. You look at them as your brothers and how bout me? very disappointing... the all famous verse... "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you understand what i did to you was right. Yes, i know you had problems with your work and was desperate for help. But the thing is i helped you too much already, you were starting to depend on me to solve all your problems. So i had to take a step back and let you swim by yourself in order for you to learn. Moreover, you had the audacity to tell me you wanted an A grade for it. Even if you do get an A, would you even feel justified? So because of this our relationship is strained, and i bet i'm wrong in your eyes for not helping you. Seriously, ask the rest of our friends... they 100% agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really ought to open up your eyes and see whom your true friends are. Look beyond the words and at the sincerity and the sacrifice they did for you. We do have our flaws, but at the end of the day iron sharpens iron no? And that will make our friendship even stronger because what we say and do have an impact in our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line is that i accept you the way you are, together with all your flaws and all. But what i really hate is your attitude and mindset towards our friendship. That's what i can't accept. If that isn't there, then the friendship is just based on superficial means. This is what i perceive things to be, so if it isn't true... prove me wrong... well if you still want things to work out of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*EDIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you bon voyage. the friendship is seriously tainted. FYI, i don't regret those sacrifices WE did for you. at last we see your true colors and the way u treat our friendship.&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/8948617985519574346-6603469262398000552?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6603469262398000552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6603469262398000552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6603469262398000552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6603469262398000552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship.html' title='friendship...'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-8480579155612133498</id><published>2009-08-27T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:07:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I was reading some of my past months posts... and boy oh boy i was going eek, WHAT?, OMG and crap. Emo to the extreme with the capital E. They are like rated E-21(Emo-21); very explicit emotional contents which are not for the faint hearted.&lt;div&gt;gosh, i'm totally surprised that i could write those nonsense and post it up for all to see. Thus as of now, all those posts have been removed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok moving along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was having a good chat session with my friend last week, he said he wants to be single for as long as possible. He then told me this which i found quite true. It got me thinking and i wanna pen down my thoughts on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly lets say you live up to 80 years old(average). The ideal marriageable age now a days for guys are 27+(generally). Lets do some maths now shall we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80 - 27 = 53 which means you will be spending this amount of your life with your wife till you die.  Ok lets break it up now... 27 years old, 2 years for courtship so left with 25years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 - 21(adult age) = 4 years. 4 years of theoretically speaking, single-hood freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does that freedom means? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, you are already in-charged of your own life and you answer practically to no-one in a relationship context. You can travel the world and do adventurous things without fear. Do all kinds of things that once you're in a relationship, all are withdrawn or restrain due to responsibilities. Because when your already in a relationship, you will have to sacrifice something that you really like to do. There're bound to be atleast something that you need to forsake due to the relationship rule of give and take. Your lifestyle have to change in a way that makes the other party happy and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's absolutely nothing to worry about when being single; no relationship problems and moody times etc. But yea i know, on the other hand it's bad in a way cos there won't be emotional support only he/she can provide in which i find important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, there's pros and cons as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all i can say is to enjoy single-hood while it last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sry its abit messy, my thoughts are abit disorganized and also due to time constraint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty then, back to report.&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/8948617985519574346-8480579155612133498?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8480579155612133498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=8480579155612133498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8480579155612133498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8480579155612133498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1105857891958488023</id><published>2009-08-10T01:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:42:58.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel my life isn't as challenging anymore.&lt;/div&gt;It's like things are so smooth sailing in a way besides the major project of course.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the more trials and challenges one have in life builds one into a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the greater the trial and heartache equates to bigger destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those famous people out there...&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Thomas Edison. He had his heart broken after failures and failures on the lightbulb but in the end he succeeded. And the invention changed the world...&lt;div&gt;I like the saying: &lt;i&gt;let every disappointment be your new appointment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So literally speaking, if there's no disappointment then there ain't gonna be no new appointment!&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm paranoid for not going through any new REAL challenges&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do but i just don't realise...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I want to be pushed to my limits; trapped into a corner with no means of escape.&lt;br /&gt;At which would force me to stare adversary in the eyes and conquer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go through hardship and be oust from my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only then, will i be wittier and stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I feel that I have so much untapped potential within me which i aint utilizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self* parable of the talents... bury = taken away =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok it's time for me to venture out into new frontiers/wilderness; seeking new challenges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and boldly go where no-man has gone before! or rather myself. haaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sn8bby2_FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N4lrOeAGytw/s1600-h/IMG_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sn8bby2_FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N4lrOeAGytw/s1600-h/IMG_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sn8bby2_FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N4lrOeAGytw/s320/IMG_4459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368039445171738082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken @ Queenstown NZ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1105857891958488023?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1105857891958488023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1105857891958488023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1105857891958488023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1105857891958488023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge.html' title='The Challenge.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sn8bby2_FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N4lrOeAGytw/s72-c/IMG_4459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-8517915095231454086</id><published>2009-07-27T11:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:58:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Was browsing through some of the New Zealand shots i took, and i stumbled upon this particular picture. and some inspirational words struck me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sm0gb59GdjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/--zGzww78g4/s1600-h/P1040252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sm0gb59GdjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/--zGzww78g4/s320/P1040252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362978395053782578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In every dark cloud in life, there's always a silver lining.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how dark and gloomy it seems; there's always a way out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So find it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Click on the picture to view in all of it's glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Picture taken @ Lake Hawea I think. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be-a-u-tiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-8517915095231454086?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8517915095231454086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=8517915095231454086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8517915095231454086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8517915095231454086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-looking-through-my-collection-of-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sm0gb59GdjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/--zGzww78g4/s72-c/P1040252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-2758747753643910888</id><published>2009-07-07T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:21:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>great, i officially entered the hellish stage of my poly life. Major Project for 10 weeks, 9am-6pm 5 days a week to be in school. oh gosh. doing some phone programming and implementation. and the worst part is that it's problem based learning!! which means minimal help from lecturers. Argh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, i'm taking it positively with anticipation of the challenge that awaits me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm deeply enthralled by this song I discovered on youtube which i stumbled upon while searching for With or Without You covers. It's a Goo Goo Dolls song called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Without you here'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; covered by this user called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'boyceavenue'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The lyrics of that song is just awesome lar, and the guy who sang it makes it perfecto! I feel that he brought out the essence of the song even though I've yet to listen to the original...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like this particular part of the lyrics:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My head lies to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart it still believes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems the ones who love us are the ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we deceive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm just addicted to this cover now... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll check out more on the band Goo Goo Dolls(weird name) and the cover singer boyceavenue tomorrow or something when I've the time. Darn you major project!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgotten how to post a youtube vid here, but here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj62Fm2CZyQ"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go listen to it JW!!! Enough with the boy band songs already lar dope! lawl.&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/8948617985519574346-2758747753643910888?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2758747753643910888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=2758747753643910888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2758747753643910888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2758747753643910888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-553835305337105973</id><published>2009-07-01T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:34:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With or without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkCmJz2erqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1D6FxT6ArFw/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkCmJz2erqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1D6FxT6ArFw/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350459044783894178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the stone set in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the torn twist in your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wait without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hands are tied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My body bruised, she got me with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing to win and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing left to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With or without you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply awesome song by U2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-553835305337105973?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/553835305337105973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=553835305337105973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/553835305337105973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/553835305337105973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or without you'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkCmJz2erqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1D6FxT6ArFw/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-1874822234186855070</id><published>2009-06-28T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:39:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long drives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkeFJVxP6cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iJIkVo_5ugk/s1600-h/sadasadfsgsfgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkeFJVxP6cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iJIkVo_5ugk/s320/sadasadfsgsfgdf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393077662149058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find pleasure in late night drives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one else except me in the driving seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, someone else might be missing ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's me and my music instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruising down the highway with my favorite songs playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing loudly along with the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when certain slow songs are played, my mind will go into deep thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dig that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the windows will be winded down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to allow the cool night breeze to saturate the interior creating a relaxing atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooooooooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely perfecto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would feel really really good after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great way to loosen and de-stress myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyone wanna join me on this "adventure" ? haaaa. jokeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1874822234186855070?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1874822234186855070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1874822234186855070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1874822234186855070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1874822234186855070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-drives.html' title='long drives'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SkeFJVxP6cI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iJIkVo_5ugk/s72-c/sadasadfsgsfgdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-5948997816711254378</id><published>2009-06-22T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:23:57.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sj9nyc7UiFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-530BEm8w7Q/s1600-h/20060805_natuginga.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sj9nyc7UiFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-530BEm8w7Q/s320/20060805_natuginga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350108998795561042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We will shine like stars in the summer night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We will shine like stars, it will be alright.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;One heart, One heart, One heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-5948997816711254378?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5948997816711254378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=5948997816711254378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/5948997816711254378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/5948997816711254378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-stone-set-in-your-eyes-see-thorn.html' title='Summer Stars'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/Sj9nyc7UiFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-530BEm8w7Q/s72-c/20060805_natuginga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-1912004990801047403</id><published>2009-06-14T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:24:37.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the real definition of happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it having all the desired material possessions in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it drinking all my sorrows away every night in a pub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it womanizing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it clubbing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I don't want any of those "happiness". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I really really really want to experience true happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple, live out my God given dream with no distractions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's my godly want but how about my own personal want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is to love and to be loved in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that something we all yearn for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ya all agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm lacking in love or anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there're different kinds of love in which we all need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such as Father's love, family love, friends love and etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And each kind of love can only be filled by a certain group of people or by an individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one particular area of love is not filled, we tend to feel insecure even though the rest are at optimal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness = To love and to be loved in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SjPiCnMhd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1aatGKArGo/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SjPiCnMhd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1aatGKArGo/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346865717128034114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1912004990801047403?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1912004990801047403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1912004990801047403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1912004990801047403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1912004990801047403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SjPiCnMhd0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1aatGKArGo/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-6223434258118837658</id><published>2009-05-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:31:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you.</title><content type='html'>Dear Player,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any more cards left to play&lt;br /&gt;Show me your hand and call it a day&lt;br /&gt;Because the cards you play makes me daze&lt;br /&gt;So please do as I say&lt;br /&gt;and I will be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6223434258118837658?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6223434258118837658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6223434258118837658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6223434258118837658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6223434258118837658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='This is for you.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-549525153136185355</id><published>2009-05-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:09:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>i know this blog is dead, but i just want to pen down a few of my thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first journey that I've stepped out of my comfort zone. Inexperienced and daring, I went for something above and beyond me. But everything has a risk; you will never know you will succeed till you try. However, you got to put your feelings on the line. If it dosen't work out, you lose big time if not the success is sweet or may be bitter(That's for God to decide). I feel everything happens for a reason, and if it dosen't turn out the way you want it to be. I take it as God's preventing something bad from happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what can i say about my experience ? I feel that atleast i had the courage to do it and in the process I've matured. Motivated myself to go into greater heights and pursuing/discovering my talents and abilities. Moreover, valuble experience have been gained to be used in future! Anyway, serious thoughts have been running through my mind on how to improving oneself. Things will just fall into place when you put God above all else and secondly self-improvement. Our lives have values, our self-worth increases when God's on our side. Like what my friend told me just now, if your spiritual life is there; you will just show it ! People will be attracted to you somehow, that's I feel is the trick. The special ONE will just come into life and you will know it ? Why? Because God's on your side =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Oh Lord into your hands I commit my soul...&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/8948617985519574346-549525153136185355?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/549525153136185355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=549525153136185355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/549525153136185355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/549525153136185355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/05/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1573681838981073367</id><published>2009-02-23T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:51:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The road ahead is going to be a long and winding one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1573681838981073367?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1573681838981073367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1573681838981073367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1573681838981073367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1573681838981073367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-ahead-is-going-to-be-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-6468952034272713073</id><published>2009-02-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:57:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another dumb post...</title><content type='html'>The emotions rages deep within me, destroying my self-constructed world. Is there no end to it ?&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless in the wake of the destruction it has caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can emotions really be that bad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna detach myself from these emotions once awhile. Detach when it's bad and attach when it's good. That I can only wish. They can either make or destroy a person's life. Now i understand why the Institute Of Mental Health exists. I bet majority of the patients there got their mind screwed up by emotions. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want, at least for now is to be comfortably numb; refer to 1st Sept 08 post. I just want to be a mere mortal numb to feelings. I need to feel comfortable when numbness strikes. Because it will be a good thing during times of sadness/depression.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional suicide anyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6468952034272713073?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6468952034272713073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6468952034272713073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6468952034272713073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6468952034272713073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-dumb-post.html' title='Just another dumb post...'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-664497616953985423</id><published>2009-02-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:50:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason. Bad or good. For better or for worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go our way we blame God. We blame our situation and are so narrow-minded towards it. What to do ? We are created this way. Created to see things in our own perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shit happens and we got to live with it. But it's up to us to view it in a positive or cynical manner. I feel at times i'am more towards the latter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, hate that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-664497616953985423?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/664497616953985423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=664497616953985423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/664497616953985423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/664497616953985423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-4841749982927213831</id><published>2009-01-14T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:32:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Sup</title><content type='html'>Yo guys wassup wassup ? According to my statistic, my visitors average have dropped 17% over the past month ! My blog is also affected by the financial turmoil so please buy more shares from me to increase it . Ok, crapping right now. Surprised i have unique 100 visitors last month till now. I know you guys will be like 100 so little I got atleast 300. Please consider the state of this blog and that figure is already impressive. haha. Sadly all come and go no tagging. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this would be the last time I'am blogging as an youth. As of the time now it is 10.30PM 14th Jan 2009, 1h30min and counting to my adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to age so fast, i still got so many things yet to experience and do as an youth ! Such as clubbing(yea right) and mastering an instrument(guitar) !!!! Just to name afew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the situation is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transitioning thoughts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finance&lt;br /&gt;2.Friends&lt;br /&gt;3.Family&lt;br /&gt;4.Commitments&lt;br /&gt;5.Ambitions&lt;br /&gt;6.Marriage ? (What the heck ? Still long way anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;7.Number of kids desired   *Just kidding for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urg!!! Well, its normal i guess and it irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of all those jazz, anyway just a short highlight about the lastest buzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat went for TP Open House to support my two dear friends Glenn &amp;amp; Erika and of course do project at the same time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question what do you get when you put two talented artists together ? You get an audience wanting more ! Lameo . But that's what they gotten !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SW36S89hD2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/gqQMZWMmpbw/s1600-h/DSC07443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SW36S89hD2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/gqQMZWMmpbw/s320/DSC07443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160340738936674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Glenn the next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Farro&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record companies sign him now !&lt;br /&gt;My scout says he has the potential to be a leading star in the future &amp;amp; regarded as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFINITE PURCHASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! He even has the trademark rocker peace sign !&lt;br /&gt;What's Next ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SW36TUFq5MI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yxBi1Ra9tXA/s1600-h/DSC07444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SW36TUFq5MI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yxBi1Ra9tXA/s320/DSC07444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160346947151042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erika the girl with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uniquely beautiful&lt;/span&gt; voice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea, speaking of that... when she was singing, i saw girls in the audience looking at her with envies in their eyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They will be thinking :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh damn ! Why does she have a great voice and I dont ! NOT FAIR ! I don't care I'm going to the docs tomorrow to get it adjusted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. exaggerating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well proud of them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks Glenn for inspiring me to pick up the guitar again man. U know I know is enough . and u better teach me ! LAWL . thanks in advance !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, I am done here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag more for more blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's a form of payment, so the more u pay/tag the more entries u will get =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-4841749982927213831?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4841749982927213831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=4841749982927213831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4841749982927213831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4841749982927213831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2009/01/sup-sup.html' title='Sup Sup'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SW36S89hD2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/gqQMZWMmpbw/s72-c/DSC07443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-1352805976243772006</id><published>2008-10-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:50:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>YOU ALL DONT KNOW WHAT PICTURES I FOUND ON THE INTERNET !!! Dont be shocked. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here GOES !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOYCE And Kel!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SO400PG1xEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eotisIc5d80/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_32564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SO400PG1xEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eotisIc5d80/s320/PhotoFunia_32564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255195887201010754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARIEL ON VOGUE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SO400L171SI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MUu5PPzQ5aE/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_35db8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SO400L171SI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MUu5PPzQ5aE/s320/PhotoFunia_35db8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255195886324798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i photoshop it ? LOL do u think i got that good skills? ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thx glenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1352805976243772006?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1352805976243772006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1352805976243772006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1352805976243772006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1352805976243772006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SO400PG1xEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eotisIc5d80/s72-c/PhotoFunia_32564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-284160153621111118</id><published>2008-09-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:30:05.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some inspirational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="body" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Dr. John C. Maxwell. His quotes are very practical to our lives. It's very life-changing when we apply them. I already feel convicted and i want to act on it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="body" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The greatest mistake we make is living in constant fear that we will make one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- One major factor of why we normally don't have breakthroughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your life becomes better only when you make it better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- So it seems how our life will be like accordance to our thinking and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People never care how much you know until they know how much you care."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- The all famous quote !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you keep doing what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always gotten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- Another breakthrough robber.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Believing in people before they have proved themselves is the key to motivating people to reach their potential."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- I like this, its proven. Whenever people believe in me i will reach my pinnacle. So please ! Believe in me more so I can show you my potential =)&lt;i face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-284160153621111118?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/284160153621111118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=284160153621111118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/284160153621111118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/284160153621111118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1002426477088565779</id><published>2008-09-26T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:37:46.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but i'm hooked to the song I'm Yours by Jason Mraz... Song is simple and it feels warm... haha.. Its  like in Hawali sitting by the beach with blue skies and playing their 'Ukkulele'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i found this cover. ps shes cute and with a good voice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2alGJHvsJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2alGJHvsJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1002426477088565779?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1002426477088565779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1002426477088565779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1002426477088565779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1002426477088565779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1298017145251407435</id><published>2008-09-10T07:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:40:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New From Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few hours ago, APPLE launched it new generation of iPods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/ipodnano_hero20080909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodnano/images/ipodnano_hero20080909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Available in 8/16GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/ipodtouch/images/whatsnew-steel20080909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/ipodtouch/images/whatsnew-steel20080909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iPod Touch, new sleek design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1298017145251407435?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1298017145251407435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1298017145251407435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1298017145251407435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1298017145251407435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-from-apple.html' title='New From Apple'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-2623531834641753295</id><published>2008-09-05T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:02:07.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Languages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meren.org/gallery/alone/photos/07-Dreams-and-Cookies-II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://meren.org/gallery/alone/photos/07-Dreams-and-Cookies-II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this occurred to me something about love languages. It was like one of my long bus rides, i like to ponder and debate about common issues in my head. So i discovered that love languages are types of affection lacking in one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say, Arieo a girl that grown up in an average family. The family meets all her languages but quality time and physical touch are the least. So therefore, these will be her love languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's relatively easy to identify one's languages. However, it requires great effort of sowing into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, we just need to sprinkle abit of time/money accordingly to each area to see which part has the most reaction. Once it's identified, one can act fully on that part to really meet the needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea , thats all folks ! Next post will be about talents i guess. Wanna share my thoughts ! =)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8948617985519574346-2623531834641753295?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2623531834641753295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=2623531834641753295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2623531834641753295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2623531834641753295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-languages.html' title='Love Languages.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-6995688522063621029</id><published>2008-09-01T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:09:23.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meren.org/gallery/alone/photos/02-Comfortably-Numb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://meren.org/gallery/alone/photos/02-Comfortably-Numb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been mesmerized by the songs of Pink Floyd.  Particularly the song Comfortably Numb, it is by far the best i have listened. The lyrics are haunting, so is the music. It speaks to me in a very emotional way. It's like times in life, the pressure keeps on piling. Initially you feel vexed, irritated, annoyed and pissed. But as days passes with those feelings continue to harbor. You don't know how to lose it except to endure. And eventually it forges themselves well within you and as a result you have become Comfortably Numb. You are all but shutdown; emotionally shut. In layman terms: emotional suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you are just a mere human being without emotions, comfortably numb to the world around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6995688522063621029?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6995688522063621029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6995688522063621029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6995688522063621029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6995688522063621029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/08/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably Numb'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-5718429500391873975</id><published>2008-08-23T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:46:36.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge to sport.</title><content type='html'>Ok, recently i got the urge to take up a sport.  Sports such as air rifle, soccer, floor ball and badminton circulated in my mind. However i feel these choices would be fun initially but at the long run i wont enjoy it. I contemplated till this particular sport flash through. And i tell you, just thinking of it excites me. I did my mini research on it and even send an email in to enquirer about enrollment. Guess what sport i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clues : It involves agility, tactics, strategic placement, weapon and  technology. Come on guess... Oh yea, and TP doesn't offer this sadly :( .... Guess Guess Guess... look below for answer !&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fencing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fencingphotos.com/FencingPicts/Home%20Page%20Photos/HT7O0223%20main%20hall%20wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 613px; height: 80px;" src="http://www.fencingphotos.com/FencingPicts/Home%20Page%20Photos/HT7O0223%20main%20hall%20wide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fencingphotos.com/FencingPicts/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fencingphotos.com/FencingPicts/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so gonna try signing up for this during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Better to try new things when still young right ? :)&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/8948617985519574346-5718429500391873975?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/5718429500391873975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=5718429500391873975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/5718429500391873975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/5718429500391873975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/08/urge-to-sport.html' title='Urge to sport.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-4958540063256212119</id><published>2008-08-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:07:22.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results for my 17/5/08 Personallity Test Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to popular demand. I have decided to post the long awaited results to my prior post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please look here if u have finished or dont wanna take it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 60 points: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care" You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 to 60 points: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 to 50 points: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 to 40 points: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest...Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 to 30 points: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 21 points: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions and who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything. They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-4958540063256212119?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4958540063256212119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=4958540063256212119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4958540063256212119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4958540063256212119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/08/results-for-my-17508-personallity-test.html' title='Results for my 17/5/08 Personallity Test Post.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1094966012493929219</id><published>2008-08-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:50:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Art Combo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED BOTH OF THESE ! PRONTO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/sg/macbookpro/images/design_hero20080226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/sg/macbookpro/images/design_hero20080226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Macbook Pro&lt;br /&gt;(Next Generation Due in Sept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone 3G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newtech.aurum3.com/images/apple-iphone-3g-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://newtech.aurum3.com/images/apple-iphone-3g-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With those two essential tools, I can efficiently manage my work and all. Macbook Pro for school work and entertainment. The iPhone for my all in one Stress/Life Management System. The handy dandy applications such as my event organizer and bus guide. When those work pressure piles up, it will give me temporary relief via the iTunes and Games On-The-Go ! Aimming for these vital items before the next school sem begins by all means necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1094966012493929219?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1094966012493929219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1094966012493929219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1094966012493929219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1094966012493929219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/08/state-of-art-combo.html' title='State Of The Art Combo.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-2099525319743115191</id><published>2008-05-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:48:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic talking</title><content type='html'>Ok, random blogging, with pictures only and some captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrY8TWXiDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-BlBLiftC2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrY8TWXiDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-BlBLiftC2Q/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710849877870642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Clique in TP. The Fantastic 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrY8jWXiEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G-3fkoRewao/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrY8jWXiEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G-3fkoRewao/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710854172837954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photo shoot. I saw something up there(Shivers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrarDWXiGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ouiQBU88fSw/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrarDWXiGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ouiQBU88fSw/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712752548382818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The orchid in my garden... beautiful isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrbnzWXiHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sKtH9EPDfkw/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrbnzWXiHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sKtH9EPDfkw/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713796225435762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A MasterPiece of Art. WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures taken are solely by my own Phone Camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty Cool Huh.... ;)&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/8948617985519574346-2099525319743115191?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2099525319743115191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=2099525319743115191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2099525319743115191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2099525319743115191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/05/pic-talking.html' title='Pic talking'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SDrY8TWXiDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-BlBLiftC2Q/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-6583198580256811904</id><published>2008-05-18T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:00:16.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Take this test and post ur scores. 60-70% accurate for me =\ After taggin the scores i will tell u what they mean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real test given by the human resources department at many of the major corporations today.&lt;br /&gt;It's only ten simple questions, so... Grab a pencil and paper and keep track of your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. In the morning&lt;br /&gt;b. During the afternoon and early evening&lt;br /&gt;c. Late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;b. Fairly fast, with short, quick steps&lt;br /&gt;c. Less fast, head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;d. Less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;e. Very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;b. Have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;c. Have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;d. Touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;e. Play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;b. Your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;c. Your legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;d. One leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. A big, appreciative laugh&lt;br /&gt;b. A laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;c. A quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;d. A sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;b. Make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;c. Make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted. Do you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;b. Feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;c. Vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;a. Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;b. Black&lt;br /&gt;c. Yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;d. Green&lt;br /&gt;e. Dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;f. White&lt;br /&gt;g. Brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep, you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;b. Stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;c. On your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;d. With your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;e. With your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Falling&lt;br /&gt;b. Fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;c. Searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;d. Flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;e. You usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;f.  Your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. a. 2 b. 4 c. 6&lt;br /&gt;2. a. 6 b. 4 c. 7 d. 2 e. 1&lt;br /&gt;3. a. 4 b. 2 c. 5 d. 7 e. 6&lt;br /&gt;4. a. 4 b. 6 c. 2 d. 1&lt;br /&gt;5. a. 6 b. 4 c. 3 d. 5 e. 2&lt;br /&gt;6. a. 6 b. 4 c. 2&lt;br /&gt;7. a. 6 b. 2 c. 4&lt;br /&gt;8. a. 6 b. 7 c. 5 d. 4 e. 3 f. 2 g. 1&lt;br /&gt;9. a. 7 b. 6 c. 4 d. 2 e. 1&lt;br /&gt;10. a. 4 b. 2 c. 3 d. 5 e. 6 f. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-6583198580256811904?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6583198580256811904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6583198580256811904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6583198580256811904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6583198580256811904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/05/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-2454801522977881768</id><published>2008-05-06T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:09:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 0</title><content type='html'>Yoz,  ok its been long overdue. Let me blog about my Week Zero Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time been to this kind of camp. Its interesting, fun and enjoyable. Ok, so i was like incharged of a class which is from Cyber Digital Security diploma. The class consists of all guys and just 2 girls, lol ! 3 of us were posted to look after the class. However, one was MIA as he was not feeling well majority of the time... So it was me and this girl to baby sit them. By nature she wasent that out-spoken, so i had to rise to the occassion. But indeed, shes did step out and kudo-s to her for that. She was mainly helping me take care of the admin work (etc attendance) and all. I was mainly the one trying to hype up and interact the class. First time leading a group and it felt great. Nervous at first but in the end i adapted and took it into my stride. BTW, MY DIP WON THE BEST CHEER AWARD!!!!!! Made totally by them, no interference from the Leaders. So proud, as it gave us satisfaction that we succeed into helping them blending in !=D... Some pics below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, these few weeks had some bonding sessions with my fellow Orientation Leaders. They are all super outgoing ppl, whoosh. We went sentosa, swenson outing and more to come. Super enjoyable to hang out with them. Oh well enough words, some pics below...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LvMCk74I/AAAAAAAAADo/GzuPPc_glqQ/s1600-h/cds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LvMCk74I/AAAAAAAAADo/GzuPPc_glqQ/s320/cds3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955769066811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                              CDS Diploma&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAcCk7-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C3CxfXwuGQE/s1600-h/SN150613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAcCk7-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C3CxfXwuGQE/s320/SN150613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956065419554786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                             Fellow  CDS  Leaders&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAcCk7_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ALJA2xdg2rU/s1600-h/SN150677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAcCk7_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ALJA2xdg2rU/s320/SN150677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956065419554802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    One out of 3 CDS dress up Compy, other 2 are not suitable for young&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAMCk79I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W7lB8F3bIbI/s1600-h/SN150591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAMCk79I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W7lB8F3bIbI/s320/SN150591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956061124587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Gdine &amp;amp; Cy (OLs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAsCk8AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P7Vq5yiXorg/s1600-h/SN150809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9MAsCk8AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P7Vq5yiXorg/s320/SN150809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956069714522114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    After Sentosa Outing @ habourfront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LvsCk75I/AAAAAAAAADw/nj8r__PbC2g/s1600-h/CIMG1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LvsCk75I/AAAAAAAAADw/nj8r__PbC2g/s320/CIMG1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955777656745874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                My fellow OL girls. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9Lv8Ck76I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hzy36SY1tVI/s1600-h/CIMG1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9Lv8Ck76I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hzy36SY1tVI/s320/CIMG1063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955781951713186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                            After week 0 night. (OLs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9Lv8Ck77I/AAAAAAAAAEA/h1JZvKxfvxg/s1600-h/CIMG1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9Lv8Ck77I/AAAAAAAAAEA/h1JZvKxfvxg/s320/CIMG1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955781951713202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Me and Von in Tram. look weird. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LwMCk78I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ARqgSvSVT08/s1600-h/CIMG1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LwMCk78I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ARqgSvSVT08/s320/CIMG1107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955786246680514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                        Random Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats conclude a well posted entry =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-2454801522977881768?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/2454801522977881768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=2454801522977881768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2454801522977881768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/2454801522977881768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-0.html' title='Week 0'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/SB9LvMCk74I/AAAAAAAAADo/GzuPPc_glqQ/s72-c/cds3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948617985519574346.post-8672290626105641062</id><published>2008-04-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:33:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice guys ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Below is something i wrote by myself.... JUST KIDDING, took it off my friend's blog who also took it from somewhere else haha. Have fun reading it*** =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: My small review at the end of it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Topic: Where oh where are the Nice guys ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all the nice guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple: you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were ****ing treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Build a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were five years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've ****ed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bull**** and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't ****ing want you, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recovering Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well thats that. He does have a point there even though i disagree abit here and there. Obviously he got dumped that fueled him to write this. Poor kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-8672290626105641062?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/8672290626105641062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=8672290626105641062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8672290626105641062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/8672290626105641062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-guys.html' title='Nice guys ?'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-6908903311629309380</id><published>2008-04-13T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:21:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billionaires</title><content type='html'>Just watched MTV Fabulous Life : Secret lives of the Mega rich. Basically this flim shows the lives of some of the richest billionaires in the world. For Example, Michael Ball, CEO of Rock and Republic spludge his cash on cars and obviously women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do go on holiday, they can rent an yatch witch cost a staggering $1m/week. Super incredible, the yatch boast it's own spa and 17 bedrooms ! Such lavish lifestyle !!! I'm in awe and full of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  Alysia - Most Expensive Chartered Yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after the show i went to forbes website to take a look at the billionaires in the world. Ok i didnt knew this at first, so i was kinda surprised.  Theres &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,125&lt;/span&gt; BILLIONAIRES on the planet. Yes. 1125 !!!! Initially i thought billionaires was rare and theres maybe a handful of them. But 1125 !!!!! So i guess there are countless of milionaires now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i also stumbled on an interesting list on Forbes. They listed &lt;span class="mainarttitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;48 Heroes of Philanthropy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There are only a handful of billionaires on that list that can be count with my fingers. Most noticible name i saw was Li Ka Shing; the hong kong billionaire, who vowed to give 1/3 of his wealth to charity. He is worth 26.5 Billion.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, out of 1125 billionaires only a handful of them are considered heroes. So whats the point of having so much wealth but in the end it is not put to help change the world ?! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8948617985519574346-6908903311629309380?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/6908903311629309380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=6908903311629309380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6908903311629309380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/6908903311629309380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/04/billionaires.html' title='Billionaires'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1371215171371512250</id><published>2008-03-18T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T04:15:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomization.</title><content type='html'>I am back with a flash. Im starting to lose my fan base of my blog, but oh well... its for my recollection anyways. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays everytime i go out, i never fail to see someone playing a PSP or DS. While walking down the street, a person walking playing it. Bus stop 2-3 persons playing. MRT, LOL countless. Its like they are glued to it indefinately. Aside from youths, i see UNCLES playing with it and i was like stunned. Yea, i know it's to kill time and all but over-doing it i guess. I would rather listen to music on my '3 in 1 mp3player' and just enjoy the sceneries or just observe my surroundings. Its sickening to look at the dumb device through out the entire journey. And i love it everytime i see a poster at the bus stop of a psp with a slash sign with a phrase saying "This spoils your eyes". Moreover even with that ad, i still see ppl standing next to it playing. LAWL. Oh well, this is Singapore, a place of 'wonders' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Infatuation is getting the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1371215171371512250?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1371215171371512250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1371215171371512250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1371215171371512250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1371215171371512250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/03/rand.html' title='Randomization.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-4162356376175743800</id><published>2008-02-08T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:18:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RandomO</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Update after a long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i came back from the states, bombardment of projects. Too much infact. But oh well, thats history. Now its chinese new year wow. Few major stuffs gonna happen in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;Those pesty little questions are gonna come and haunt me again=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MOVING HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;Moving to my 6-Storeys house compared to my current single storey. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;A Significant UPGRADE indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna come J8, i can come accompany as it is gonna be my usual HAUNT. WOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CNY Dinner at my "Mates" place. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh, This is one that is good to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;6ppl going, A, A, S, V, A, M (Initials of ppl going) -TBC-&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat, WINE, Joy, Laughter, Peace, Prosperity, FUN and FUN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, peace out. And this is Aaron saying goooooooooooooooooooooooooodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-4162356376175743800?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/4162356376175743800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=4162356376175743800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4162356376175743800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/4162356376175743800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomo.html' title='RandomO'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</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-8948617985519574346.post-1785382596543739447</id><published>2007-12-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:49:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/R1Qj0aPSyMI/AAAAAAAAACs/JtBjLNabjzk/s1600-R/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo all, my other blog is practically dead. So i dont wanna be bothered by it anymore. What for resurrect it when i can make a new one ? Anyway, fresh template and easy navigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been average so far. Basically, all the normal routines a person go through. Well well, i must say i recently got hooked on prison break. Here is a brief summary of how i got psycho-ed to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends in school are talking about it and i'm always like HUH. I thought it was stupid at first, like a show showing how a guy breaks out. Must be super boring. So my friend challenged me to watch one episode to prove me wrong. I DL the 1st season from Jen and i must say when i watched it, i was amused. The trickeries and the suspense involved are super addictive. So i finished watching season 1 to season 3 in like 1 week. WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway next, i have been very busy shopping the last few months. Here are some of the items, mostly adidas. reason being, my friend works there and i get a huge discount thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Adidas ALLBLACKS Jacket /w Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Adidas ORIGINALS Porsche Design Shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adidas ORIGINALS Leucadian II Slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Adidas PERFORMANCE MicroBounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139772458040215746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/R1Qj0aPSyMI/AAAAAAAAACs/vz70AQdCTag/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bounce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now running short of cash, dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/R1Qj0aPSyMI/AAAAAAAAACs/JtBjLNabjzk/s1600-R/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948617985519574346-1785382596543739447?l=iambreakingout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/feeds/1785382596543739447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948617985519574346&amp;postID=1785382596543739447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1785382596543739447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948617985519574346/posts/default/1785382596543739447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambreakingout.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856404487468148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcg8xBIO0S0/R1Qj0aPSyMI/AAAAAAAAACs/vz70AQdCTag/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
