<?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-7362887</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:52:26.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;The THOUGHTS that I THINK...The WORDS that I WRITE...The RANTS that I RAVE.....The EMOTIONS that I FEEL!!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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>415</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-5238957273249720775</id><published>2008-02-05T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:14:33.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I know it's nearly 2 weeks since the 'O's results were out.... And Alhamdullillah,my kid did okay... I still remembered when I first met him 7 years ago.... His results were terrible... I remembered wondering if he will even pass his end of the year exams... And he didn't disappoint... All expectations were always met by him.... And after all the struggle... It was worth it.... 17 points for his best 5 subjects... Not too shabby for a kid from the normal academic stream...... Congrats Syafiq... You deserve all the success you've earned so far...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-5238957273249720775?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5238957273249720775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5238957273249720775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally.....'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-2382345430351654920</id><published>2008-01-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:56:52.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREPIDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;10 minutes more ( give or take) till the 'O' levels results will be released.... I am waiting with bated breath.. I am hoping and praying hard that my kid who took his 'O's last year would do well or at least get the results he wants...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Geez... It's only one this year... For the next 2 years I have 2 kids doing 'O's each year.. I can't imagine how I'll feel then....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;5 minutes more..... Let's hope for the best....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-2382345430351654920?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2382345430351654920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2382345430351654920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/trepidation.html' title='TREPIDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-5239057469240785196</id><published>2008-01-16T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:53:06.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's hard sometimes to watch a Liverpool game nowadays.... They are so inconsistent that you can't tell how they'll perform on that day... I watched the FA Cup game yesterday while trying to put InsyirahInspireInstrInsureInsurerUnsureEnsureEnsnare back to sleep and I was so frustrated... REALLY REALLY FRUSTRATED!!!!!!!!!!! Watching the 1st half makes me wonder if the team is made up of a bunch of schoolboys playing after school.... I cringed when I saw the misses... Babel really should have done better... And I think Torres might be getting the Liverpool striker jinx... They can't score if their lives depended on it....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But 2nd half was okay.... At least they played better... Or did they??? Against a seriously depleted Luton who does not have any of their star players the only result that would be right would be a drubbing (no offence to Luton'sfans)....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It is irritating when every weekend we'll be home early to watch a game only to watch them drop points and then having your friends sms'ing you with glee that their team won and yours lost... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I learnt one important factor... Liverpudlians are nothing but patient... We can wait for the team to win the league...We don't mind waiting for the gaffer to produce a winning team... We just smile when players who are totally useless are bought and hope they'll perform... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hopefully next season would be different...... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(On a different note... It's Carra's 500th game this morning.... And as usual he was great.... So to another 500 games to Carra......)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-5239057469240785196?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5239057469240785196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5239057469240785196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-3963352129539073362</id><published>2008-01-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T03:55:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My connection to the net via the wireless has been driving me crazy these past few days.. Keep on getting the not connected message over and over and I don't know what is wrong...GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tried everything... Even checked for solutions online but nothing works....... ZILCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So if anyone have any ideas on what I can do PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Thank you in advance....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-3963352129539073362?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/3963352129539073362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/3963352129539073362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/help.html' title='HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-7279940980584704847</id><published>2008-01-12T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:03:54.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical Singaporeans????</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Was at Bishan just now with Babe and Insyirah..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Was on the way back,wanting to take the train.... I was pushing the stroller and was moving towards the 'gate' specially for strollers and wheelchairs when lo and behold, not 1... not 2 but 4 people decided that they were so special that I had to wait for them... And the best part is that the other 'gates' were empty.... 4 idiots!!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then we wanted to take the elevator down to the platform... And the lift was full of people who seems to be healthy but I'm presuming they are handicapped somehow internally since none of them could walk to the escalator.... And these idiots even looked away as though by looking away it could alleviate their stupidity and selfishness... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;That wasn't the end of our 'adventure'.. While we were entering the elevator a lady who was standing by the buttons decided to be a bloody tai-tai and not bother to even press the open button instead opting to read her papers.... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;When all these amenities were specially built for the elders,the handicapped and those with children to prevent and kinds of accidents, it seems to have increased the number of insensitive jerks and selfish ar**holes... What with social graciousness of Singaporeans being discussed almost all the time.. These kind of incidents just seem to cement the fact that graciousness is not part of a Singaporeans life.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Too bad the small percentage of Singaporeans who are altruistic are swallowed up by the misanthropic....Unfortunately!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-7279940980584704847?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/7279940980584704847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/7279940980584704847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/typical-singaporeans.html' title='typical Singaporeans????'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-2877875568133707701</id><published>2008-01-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:10:43.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Am I worthy of your friendship??? &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;At times I do wonder.... No news...No calls... Not even smses.... Let's not mention going out.... I guess maybe I am not worthy to be in your league... &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I just hope you'll have a happy life... &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-2877875568133707701?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2877875568133707701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2877875568133707701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/people.html' title='People.....'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-4911833942557337942</id><published>2008-01-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:13:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And recapping 2006 with Jamie Carragher</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;JAMIE CARRAGHER’S 2006 AWARDS&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It’s that time of year again when Jamie Carragher hands out his Liverpool FC awards. If you’re a player reading this, you might want to look away now...  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Player of the Year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;There are obviously a few candidates. Stevie got Player of the Year last season for what he did in the Cup final. Momo Sissoko was also outstanding in that Cup final but people forget that because of Stevie getting the two goals. I think it's a tie between them two but I'd probably give it to Momo because Stevie's got enough awards anyway. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Young Player of the Year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Daniel Agger would come into that category or even Momo, but I'd probably say Daniel because he's come in very strong this season and done very well. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Most Improved Player? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I don't know. Whoever I give it to I don't think they'd really like it to be honest! Probably Crouchy, not that he was that bad at the start but he went a long time without scoring and now his record this year has been brilliant. The goals to games ratio has been as good as anyone's - there's been a massive improvement. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Unsung Hero?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It used to be me that, didn't it? It would probably be Finn. I think I gave it to Finn last year as well. He plays pretty much the same every week and doesn't get much applause. He's just happy to be in the team, doing his job, and he's been consistent again. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Honorary Scouser Award? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;This is the first one of these, isn't it? It would have been Didi if he was still here but obviously he's gone. We'll give it to Pepe. He speaks very good English and tries to throw a few scouse words in every now and then to me and Stevie. He's a bubbly character so I'll give it to Pepe. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Have you been teaching him? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Yes, but only swear words! &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Goal of the Year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Probably Stevie's second one in the Cup final. Agger's against West Ham at home was an unbelievable one as well but I think I'll go for Stevie's because it was the Cup final and we were desperate to get that goal. It's probably one of the best goals in a Cup final of all time so it's a great one to win the prize. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;What about Crouch against Galataseray?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Yes, I forgot about Crouchie! I'll have to put Crouch up there and give him a mention but I just think Stevie's is the winner because there were only about 40 seconds left of the game and to have a strike from 30, 40 yards out, I'll have to give it to Stevie. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Hardest Liverpool player? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;In a fight or tackle? There's not many tacklers in the team really, probably only me and Stevie. In a fight? I think I gave it to Pepe last year but I'm going to give it to Momo, he takes some stopping. He's not too bad at the moment with the shoulder injury, I'd probably take him at the moment. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Player who's most desperate for their own song?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Finn. It used to be me for a while, they only started giving me one a few years ago. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Is there anyone in the dressing room who moans because they don't have one? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;No, nobody really moans but I think Finn deserves one. As I said, though, he's not that kind of player, he just gets on with it. He's not that eye catching, he just does a good solid job every week. I think the crowd should sort something out for Finn but maybe it's difficult with the name and hard to make it rhyme with things. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Best trainer? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Stevie and Alonso have got the best quality in training, they're good trainers. Hardest worker is probably me because I'm not that good! There's a lot of good trainers really. Didi was the worst but he's gone now so it's quite good. Robbie can be bad some days but he's a great finisher so if he's having a bad session he can just pop a few goals in the back of the net to get him out of trouble. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Funniest player in the squad? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I'd probably say Robbie. He likes a laugh and a joke, it's great to have him back to create a bit of banter in the dressing room. He's always on the internet looking for funny stuff to stick on the walls, like look-alikes. The reserves have got their pictures on the internet saying what they like and their hobbies, stuff like that. They were probably trying to get girls or something. Anyway, he stuck them up. That was funny. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Funniest moment of the year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;The other day Pepe kicked a ball and it hit the manager on the back of the head and he went to the floor, so that was quite funny. That was off the field, on the field it's always funny beating Everton isn't it? Obviously they beat us this year which was a big disappointment but we can win the return. Beating them at Anfield with 10 men was quite funny. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Nicest member of the squad? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;There's a lot of nice lads really. Jack Hobbs, I know he's only one of the reserves but he's the nicest in the world. Probably too nice. Bolo's a nice fella, he speaks to everyone really and he speaks a few languages so he mixes well with the different nationalities. He's good to have around. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Who is the ideal room mate? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Someone who'd run round after you I think, a young lad! No, we try to mix it around a lot so that we have different roommates and get to know each other better. At the moment I'm with Stevie and I can't ask him to do much because he's the captain so he's not the best! &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who would be a nightmare roommate?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It was Josemi before he went, he just didn't sleep. He'd be up all night watching videos or on his computer. A nightmare would probably be someone who's into their music, I'm not a big music fan. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who would you want on your pub quiz team?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Me. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Who wouldn't you want on your pub quiz team?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Who's thick? [Laughs] I think Pennant's quite thick! &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who's the biggest moaner on the team?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Me. On the pitch I just get wound up if things aren't going the way I want them to or people aren't doing the things I want them to do. I wish we had a few more moaners actually. Bellamy's a bit of a moaner, he's the worst in training. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;What does he say? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;He just complains about anyone who doesn't put the ball on a sixpence for him really! But I like that in a player, he's a winner and he wants to do well. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Worst hair cut? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It used to be Harry Kewell, I think that could count because he had that at the end of last season. At the moment…Riise just dyed his hair blonde from ginger. Who've I missed? Gonzalez has got a bad one, coming up to a point or something along those lines. Alonso when he lets his grow long looks pretty bad. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Last year you had Crouch down as the worst dancer. Have you changed your mind? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;The worst or the best? &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;You had Pongolle as your best... &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Oh yes, I remember him dancing at the Christmas party. Crouchie's upped the ante from last year though. No I'll stick with Crouch. He's probably the best and worst to be honest. He's got some great moves and he's got the robot and stuff now as well so that's put him up there as one of the worst again. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;When did he first do that? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;He did it at Beckham's party before the World Cup. I think he did it to the cameras on the dancefloor, messing around because the party was getting filmed. I remember he was worried 'cos it was getting shown on TV a few days later and of course once it was captured it just took off. It was hilarious. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Best dresser?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Well you always think yourself or you wouldn't buy those clothes but Stevie's always quite smart. No, there's not many. Me and Stevie have probably got similar tastes I'd say. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Worst dresser? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Cisse popped in the other day, what he had on was unbelievable. &lt;BR&gt;He had moon boots on. Bellamy's got some dodgy gear like leather coats, that's pretty poor. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Vainest player? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Oh, there's a few of them. Crouchie lately, he's been putting a bit of gel on his hair. Stevie as well, he probably thinks nobody's noticed but he's been messing with his hair. He's got a bit of a quiff now, he has to put gel on or mousse or whatever it is. Obviously the foreign lads all love themselves don’t they? But it's pretty poor that we've got two English lads up there. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The player you'd least like to introduce to your parents? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I think if you asked anyone else they would say me to that question. Probably Bellamy, you wouldn't want to take him round to your mum. He swears a lot and he's got a constant frown on his face. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Best taste in music? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Luis Garcia's had his ipod on in the dressing room the last few weeks and that's not too bad. I don't know what he had on because I'm not really into my music that much. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;And the worst taste in music? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It used to be Cisse. Probably Pennant or Sissoko, someone like that. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A player you can't understand?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Paletta can't speak much English at the moment. He's getting there but he's finding it tough. He's only young so he's got a lot of time but I find it hard to understand him. He's probably saying the same about me as well. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who'd be in your Liverpool five-a-side team from the players in the squad?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Pepe in goal, me as captain, Stevie, Robbie up front to get a goal. We'll have a Scouse team plus Pepe. We'll have Warnock as well. Four scousers and one half Scouser. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Toughest opponent of the year?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Saha's good. Who else? We had a good defensive record last season. Andy Johnson was tough this season, he's very quick and he causes a lot of problems, so I'd probably say him. He was very good, played very well against us. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;What's the best chant you've heard all year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I can't think of any but I remember the banner 'Momo is Boss'. That was a proper Scouse one from home. That was a good 'un. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Best away fans? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Ours, wherever we go! Whenever we go to Europe the fans stay behind. Whether it's PSV or Bordeaux, the fans always stick around when we're doing the warm down. Any European fans create a great atmosphere.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-4911833942557337942?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4911833942557337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4911833942557337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-recapping-2006-with-jamie-carragher.html' title='And recapping 2006 with Jamie Carragher'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-8212845861692002620</id><published>2008-01-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:53:25.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you missed this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;CROUCHIE DISHES THE DIRT ON 2007   &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's that time of year again when we ask one of Rafa's squad to dish the dirt on his teammates by handing out a few gongs. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last year Josemi and Craig Bellamy fell victim to Jamie C's Scouse wit, but this time round we've left it to Crouchie to do the honours. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Look away now, Jermaine... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Player of the year 2007?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I've tried to look for someone else but I don't think I can give it to anyone other than Stevie G. Over the course of the year he's been fantastic for Liverpool. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Young player of the year? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It's a difficult one but, if you look at people who've just come into the squad, you have to say Nabil El Zhar and Jack Hobbs. Jack has definitely improved quite a lot as a player. He looks like he could come in for Sami whenever he's needed. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Most improved player – Carra gave this to you last year?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;That was nice of Jamie – I don't know if that was because I was terrible the year before, though. Again, I'd say Jack is the most improved. He's come on loads since the first season and is doing really well now. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Unsung hero? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It's got to be Stevie Finnan. He's consistently been one of our best players all year and I think he would have been one of the contenders for player of the year. He's a very underrated defender and a fantastic player to have in the squad. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Goal of the year? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Xabi's against Newcastle from the halfway line last season was good, and Stevie's got a few contenders as well. I'd have to go for Xabi. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Best team performance of the year? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I'd have to say Marseille away from home where we needed to get a victory. It was extremely important. The big win against Derby we played extremely well, and obviously earlier in the year there was Barcelona in the Nou Camp. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Hardest Liverpool player?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Momo likes to put his foot in, even in training. He's a bit of a rash. Stevie and Carra also like to put tackles in – I'd have to give it to Momo, though. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Best trainer? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Pepe is out there for a long time, he trains well. I can't give it to a 'keeper though, it's easy being a 'keeper. I'd probably give it to someone like Stevie G, he's as good in training as he is in a match. The worst? Robbie Fowler would have been a contender, as would Didi Hamann, but to be honest we've got a decent squad of trainers now. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Funniest player in the squad? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I'm not sure about that – there's a few characters and the banter is always good. Jermaine makes a few people laugh – he'd be right up there with Carra and Pepe. Jermaine has a go – he's always loud in the changing rooms and up to a few tricks.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Is it his jokes? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Oh no, he's not funny. We're probably laughing more at him than with him. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Funniest moment of the year – last time it was when Pepe did a goal kick in training and it hit Rafa and knocked him to the floor?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;[Cracks up] That was funny. One of the funniest was watching Smally (club masseur Paul Small) when the coaching staff played Spanish v English out on the indoor/outdoor pitch. Him with his boots on pulling the strings in midfield was funny. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Nicest member of the squad? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;There's a load of good lads. Jack is a nice bloke, Sami (Hyypia) is a good lad, but I'd probably go for Danny Agger. He's quite strong on the pitch but a great lad off it. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who are your ideal and nightmare roommates?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;We mix it up a bit but I've had Stevie Finnan quite a bit. He was all right – no bad habits. The nightmare one is easy – Pennant. He goes to bed late and can't get up in the morning. I remember having to wake him up a few times. I've had to shake him to get him down for breakfast. He's said to me a couple of times, 'I'm not coming, I'm not coming'. I've had to physically get him up. He's a good lad and a laugh but not as a roommate. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Who would you want on your pub quiz team? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;If it was about football, definitely Carra - all day. He knows everything about the game. General knowledge is a struggle. Maybe Benayoun. I think Yossi could take care of himself. He's one of the cleverest in the squad. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who wouldn't you want on your pub quiz team? &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;I'm killing Pen here but I can't look past him. It's got to be him, Jermaine. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Who's the biggest moaner in the team?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;It's Carra - that's easy. He's a winner on the pitch and organises us. Stevie is captain but Carra runs him close. He likes a moan at the coaching staff and the players. Him and the kit man Graham are the biggest moaners. They don't get together, no, but if you ask Graham for a shirt or a piece of kit he looks at you as if you've killed someone. And that's the kit man! &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Worst hair cut? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;Carra mentioned me last year but there's no way it's me. I'm quite pleased with my barnet at the minute. Some of the new signings are horrendous. Andriy (Voronin) has to be right up there with his ponytail. We've told him it'll be off by the end of the season but he's extremely pleased with his pony – there's no way he'll cut that off. Leto and Lucas have both come in and spend a lot of time on their hair – some of the new signings this year have been woeful, hairdressing-wise. &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Do you see them all looking in the mirror all the time? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;The mirror is quite a busy place at the minute. Fernando is there quite a lot, but I have to give the worst haircut to Voronin.  &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-8212845861692002620?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/8212845861692002620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/8212845861692002620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-case-you-missed-this.html' title='In case you missed this....'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-8030458196384760354</id><published>2008-01-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T03:51:59.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection... Maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It's 330 in the morning and yet I am still wide awake.... I look to my right and Insyirah is sleeping so peacefully and to my left Babe is sleeping just as peacefully as her....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The whole room is dark and silent with only the tv showing the Villa Spurs game....And I still can't sleep....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I've enjoyed my 2 months rest... More than enjoyed it actually...I loved it...Each and every single moment of it... I spend almost every single waking hour with my daughter and I'm addicted... And yet....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Although I have classes at home now and I'm going out lesser but every time I have classes would mean I'm spending that lesser time with her.... And I'll be busy preparing for classes and doing my work which literally means that more of my time is taken away... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;At times I do wish that I could be a full-time housewife but I know that it is not possible... More than anything, I do not wish to be fully dependent on Babe financially... I do enjoy having my own money to splurge as and when I want to.... Not to mention being able to get for Insyirah anything she wants and needs anytime.... And I can't stand idleness..... Babe always says that Insyirah follows me in that respect... She is so active,not knowing how to slow down,always moving,always trying to do new things and most importantly she hates sitting down even if it's for a minute... But I digress....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And I think that it's unfair for Babe to have to be responsible for everything in the house... It is our house and it has to be our responsibility and not his alone.... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am torn at times... But I know what my final decision would be.... With my newest 'assistant' by my side gurgling and cooing and 'screaming' when the kids get out of line, and at the same time, preparing my kids for p4 "streaming" and "n" and "o" levels, this year should be fun...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-8030458196384760354?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/8030458196384760354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/8030458196384760354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflection-maybe.html' title='A Reflection... Maybe...'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-5577682440564902355</id><published>2007-12-31T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:48:14.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3k5LwoKCswAAGceNGY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3k5LwoKCswAAGceNGY1/DSCN4108.JPG?et=CLGJvGdbhE2%2BkH8lnR2f9Q&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Spot what is wrong with the pic above....&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-5577682440564902355?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5577682440564902355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5577682440564902355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-4338142169911341990</id><published>2007-12-31T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:42:59.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3k2tQoKCswAACUZ8x01"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3k2tQoKCswAACUZ8x01/26005716133558l.jpg?et=vvcp9EIMGEnQOfLXLeUOjw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Our first new year as a family was fun... No resolutions as per normal.... I can never keep any of them anyway.....&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;So from us and&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3k3MgoKCswAADNHSic1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3k3MgoKCswAADNHSic1/29122007.jpg?et=WkdWMr2vJ%2CKTqtHgMdlt%2BQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;not forgetting her.......&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Happy 2008 everyone... May everybody have a long,prosperous and fantastic year ahead...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-4338142169911341990?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4338142169911341990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4338142169911341990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-2386562593524453229</id><published>2007-12-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:54:57.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Time goes by so fast....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It just felt like it was yesterday when we were newly weds and now we've been together for 2 years already...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Married life has its ups and downs of course...But at the end of the day we learn and grow from our experiences...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Alhamdullillah,we are blessed with a daughter who is a gem,family and friends who we know will be there at all times and most importantly... We have each other,for support and strength,during the good and bad times...Hopefully,we will always have that at all times....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-2386562593524453229?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2386562593524453229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/2386562593524453229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/already.html' title='Already?????'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-1124078711537658651</id><published>2007-12-28T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:51:15.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated dinner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1/PC260075.JPG?et=yr1vu2EkB21a6xq2zJke4g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;We had a private birthday celebration for Babe on Boxing Day... &lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;We headed to Shangri-La for dinner and a much needed breather after all that had happened the past few weeks...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;After 3 hours of talking about anything and everything,it was time to head back to reality..... 3 hours might not be much but it was more than enough for us... "Cukuplah tu... Takyah lebih lebih..."&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UYygoKCswAAH6CT4g1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3UYygoKCswAAH6CT4g1/PC260077.JPG?et=orWxsY%2BvbOiTq6H%2B69T9rA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I enjoyed myself no matter how short the time was...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;It's not the quantity but the quality of the time spent with the person I wanna spend it with.....&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UVygoKCswAAC36Qdg1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3UZlQoKCswAABTx0hM1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3UZlQoKCswAABTx0hM1/PC260078.JPG?et=bObrp7qUFM6WndYuhihoBA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;And at the end of the day, when all 3 of us were getting ready for bed, my daughter 'posed' for me.. Dah macam ada seribu satu masalah aje....&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;And now waiting for New Year's Eve when we turn 2.... I can't believe it.... 2 years of marriage with hopefully many more to follow... InsyaAllah&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-1124078711537658651?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/1124078711537658651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/1124078711537658651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/belated-dinner.html' title='Belated dinner...'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-4416396899665213107</id><published>2007-12-24T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:57:06.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Born Day Babe!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Christmas is here again... And with Christmas along comes my gorgeous husband's birthday...As he likes to say it... "Penat ah!!!! Everyone wants to celebrate my birthday for me!!!' Did I ever mention that Babe sometimes lives in his own world????&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To my GORGEOUS, FANTASTIC, ADORABLE, UNDERSTANDING, CARING, SEXY, FUNNY, CHARMING, HOT, SOMETIMES IRRITATING, MOST OFTEN PATIENT (and many other adjectives that should and could not be mentioned here) husband...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Congrats on turning 30+++ years old Babe... You'll always be my hero.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;p/s: I thought I saw a couple that I know on bus 804 on Christmas eve... But unfortunately even after Insyirah's frantic waving,we were not noticed.....Cian kita... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-4416396899665213107?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4416396899665213107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4416396899665213107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-born-day-babe.html' title='Happy Born Day Babe!!!!!!'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-7178080504996918289</id><published>2007-12-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:17:36.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I spent the whole of the past 2 days and part of today accompanying my poor husband in hospital... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Apparently he misses one of the machines at work so much that he decided to 'hold' its 'hand'...And at the end of that short-lived 'romance' he came out the loser... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was early Monday morning when Babe called me up which was unusual cause he called me an hour early.. With a soft and slow voice he informed me that he was involved in an accident...The first thought that crossed my mind was that he was joking since he loved doing that... But alas, I was wrong...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The moment he mentioned hospital and him at th&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2lb-AoKCswAACmA4B01"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;e same time I knew it was bad... If not he won't bother....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was noon when I arrived at NUH shaking and shivering worrying my heart out for him, and trying hard not to cry...The moment I saw him I tried to breathe a sigh of relief but stopped when I saw the sight greeting me....&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2lfLwoKCswAAHuDoPU1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R2lfLwoKCswAAHuDoPU1/17122007.jpg?et=dlBHIYeayvHi6TbklBRSpw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I didn't know how bad it was or if it was really serious...Then he dropped the bombshell..."I'm awaiting surgery' Cool as he can with a 'don't worry about me' look... My heart sank lower and lower....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Later that night... After waiting for close to 10 hours of waiting he finally went for his surgery...The funniest thing was when I gave him,my husband,a peck on his lips to wish him luck and an auntie behind me casually said 'Menyampah' Haiz...PEOPLE!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;2 and a half hour later,he came out of surgery safe and sound with a little 'addition'&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2lfYAoKCswAAH-etY41"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R2lfYAoKCswAAH-etY41/18122007%28001%29.jpg?et=1sWceXfKe93NCqlbEl4GJg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He got stitches to close up the deep and gaping gash he got on his hand...And not only that....    &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He is now fitted with a metal plate right under his third finger since he fractured it.. And all I can do is be thankful that it wasn't worse... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2lfiAoKCswAAAZd0Rk1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.peaceofmind13.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R2lfiAoKCswAAAZd0Rk1/18122007.jpg?et=zEtSqp2vQIJs8KIMTJv%2BcA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;It's gonna be a hard few months till his hand really recovers..But I know we'll get through this together...&lt;A href="http://peaceofmind13.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2ld7AoKCswAAFtoMrg1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-7178080504996918289?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/7178080504996918289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/7178080504996918289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/poor-babe.html' title='Poor Babe'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-989227564002992919</id><published>2007-12-16T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:16:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;For the first time in a very long time I feel so tired and I don't even know why...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's so rare to hear me say that I'm tired...Rarer still to tell Babe that I wanna stay at home and rest...Even in my last month of pregnancy,complete with the huge tummy and swollen ankles,I could still walk around Sungei Rd with not much of a problem...I could even rush around for classes and still not feel this tired...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I feel like my whole system is shutting down..I don't even have the energy to play with my daughter and I know that it is bad cause I love playing around with her...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Just lying down on my bed is so tempting but......&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I so hate giving in to the laziness....Time to get my butt off the bed and head out to Vivocity...As much as it is tempting to laze around on my bed,the royal cheese donut at Vivocity is a stronger temptation...If only I could do both at the same time....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-989227564002992919?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/989227564002992919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/989227564002992919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy day??'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-1219259878385148743</id><published>2007-12-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:44:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Inai..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I don't understand what's up with guys wearing inai on their wedding days.... A couple of times I've seen this 'phenomenon' happening and I just wonder...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It is haram for men to wear inai...Even if it's their wedding ay..Even if it is on 'just 3 fingers'.. Even if it is on their pinky.... It is still haram... Inai is strictly a women's decoration... It is for women... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Maybe some of you out there might think I'm old fashioned... Or that I'm the 'nak tunjuk pandai padahal bodoh' kinda person... I know I'm not that smart when it comes to religion... I'm a so-so person still learning..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's just that too many people young and old doing it...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Getting married???Please remember to wear inai on your fingers...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Too many white hair??? Dye it with inai.."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The question at the end of the day is this.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How does a couple start the beginning of their life together if it begins with something wrong???&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(In case anyone wonders... Nope my hubby did not wear inai on any of his fingers.. His aunts and uncles would 'slaughter' him if he does)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-1219259878385148743?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/1219259878385148743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/1219259878385148743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/12/men-and-inai.html' title='Men and Inai..........'/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-4885440085562964771</id><published>2007-06-23T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:48:43.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_MekAP2O9A/RnyXV3mKr4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jZ_epVj1-rc/s1600-h/18052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079100881724157826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_MekAP2O9A/RnyXV3mKr4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jZ_epVj1-rc/s320/18052007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 months ago...We got a grand niece........4 months ago....We got another nephew......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a month ago,we welcomed her into our ever expanding family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our very own little princess.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdullillah...&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/7362887-4885440085562964771?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4885440085562964771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/4885440085562964771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-months-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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/_4_MekAP2O9A/RnyXV3mKr4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jZ_epVj1-rc/s72-c/18052007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-5000359631974061366</id><published>2007-02-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:17:18.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 2 months back,we welcomed her into the world....My 3rd grand niece....As adorable as she can be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_MekAP2O9A/RdRb8t99VaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/26QQGc_zHFE/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031747782369432994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_MekAP2O9A/RdRb8t99VaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/26QQGc_zHFE/s200/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 months have passed, we welcome another latest addition to my already expanding family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031748387959821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_MekAP2O9A/RdRcf999VbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A3sskyRc4p8/s200/P2110031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdullillah....My family is blessed with Rahmat this year....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-5000359631974061366?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5000359631974061366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5000359631974061366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-2-months-backwe-welcomed-her-into.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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/_4_MekAP2O9A/RdRb8t99VaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/26QQGc_zHFE/s72-c/P1010198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-5495440079149174459</id><published>2007-02-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:38:04.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh....Time flies by so fast....It's already February....Without me even realising it....&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost....Heheh&lt;br /&gt;But Alhamdullillah....Everything has been fantastic.....&lt;br /&gt;We passed our first year mark as husband and wife by celebrating Aidil Adha together.....&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotten a new grandniece late last year which makes her about 2 months now....&lt;br /&gt;Just a gorgeous..gorgeous baby....&lt;br /&gt;And currently waiting for my newest nephew to pop into the world.....&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been going as good as it can get....&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that almost all of my kids are now teenagers...And they're growing up right in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;And still very much in love....&lt;br /&gt;With a guy that is so perfect....&lt;br /&gt;For me at least....&lt;br /&gt;And coping with the daily life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah.....&lt;br /&gt;For me life right now is bliss..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-5495440079149174459?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/5495440079149174459'/><link rel='self' 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seeing the look on Babe's face each and every time I manage to get water splashed on him.....&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Christmas.....&lt;br /&gt;And Babe's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything special this year.....&lt;br /&gt;We just had some private time together....&lt;br /&gt;And we spent the eve with his best buds.....&lt;br /&gt;And then more private time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic.....&lt;br /&gt;Yerp...I had to share him...&lt;br /&gt;With friends and family....&lt;br /&gt;But each minute we manage to spend together are the best moments to me.....&lt;br /&gt;And soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first year....&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to that and a whole lot more......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-3554276859614406667?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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body of an adult....&lt;br /&gt;Constantly throwing tantrums....Just like a little boy....&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't only him.....&lt;br /&gt;There was a couple of old guys in the same ward as him too and all of them are the same.....&lt;br /&gt;Children in the bodies of adults.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a trying time for us.....A test of patience and love we all have for our dad....&lt;br /&gt;When he no longer realises that what we are doing is for his own good and instead tells anybody and everybody that we no longer loves him and are abandoning him.....&lt;br /&gt;When all that we want is for him to get better is misconstrued as an attempt to push him aside just cause he is an elderly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite it all....I have to admit that I respect my mum more than ever now.....&lt;br /&gt;Despite being hurt by words thrown around carelessly by unreasonable person...Being accused of everything by my dad...Having to sleep on the floor of the hospital just so my dad would go to sleep and have a rest at night after being there for the whole day.....&lt;br /&gt;She still could smile....And be patient....With kind words for my dad no matter what he says or does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be as patient as her....&lt;br /&gt;If only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-116274679525894021?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/116274679525894021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/116274679525894021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/11/older-person-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-116180323496886153</id><published>2006-10-26T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:07:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not written anything for so long......&lt;br /&gt;Been too busy catching up with work and family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through the first week of Ramadhan in a whirlwind of exams and stress.......&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully at the end of it all....It was so worth it just to know that everyone succeeded.....&lt;br /&gt;And the start of Terawih in Mekah... We try to catch it on tv as and when we're both not too exhausted...Brings back memories of times when I had to go through the same things...When the recitations was not heard from the stereo of a television...But 'live' instead...How I miss that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week of Ramadhan was a test of our Faith....To see how we would cope with news not favorable to us..... But Alhamdullillah.... We managed to hang on... Thankfully we didn't stumble and fall.... But instead we went on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third week of Ramadhan was a time of joy.... Not extreme joy but the beacon of happiness was shining not only on the two of us.... But also my whole family.....&lt;br /&gt;That was the time also when my ancient but beloved belling was put hard at work... I don't know what I will ever do if it is ever lost to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of Ramadhan was chaotic to say the least.....Things to do....Make that so many things....Too many that I can't even count.....&lt;br /&gt;But the excitement of being able to do up our own place.... And the fatigue of being responsible of our own place.... That's the best part of all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of Eid.... My body was assailed with pain..... But still.... I was excited to celebrate our first Eid together as husband and wife.....&lt;br /&gt;We did celebrate it together in the past but it's totally different....&lt;br /&gt;Did not go anywhere....Just went to his family's house then spent a couple of hours getting a nap back home to make up for the sleepless night before....All due to a last minute frantic clean up.....&lt;br /&gt;And then going off to my parents' place before heading out with my siblings to each of their places....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was signed off with a belly full of lontong and sambal goreng (especially my father-in-laws sambal goreng......Absolutely delicious)... And a pair of extremely tired legs after walking around for almost 5 hours in 3 inch heels.....&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....Back to work.....&lt;br /&gt;Coping with stress....&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for next month....&lt;br /&gt;When I'll be a year older......&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a year wiser.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which December will be here........&lt;br /&gt;Babe's birthday......&lt;br /&gt;And more importantly......&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st year together as husband and wife.....&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of it all....&lt;br /&gt;We are celebrating it together with the people in Arafah.....&lt;br /&gt;Who are on their pilgrimage......&lt;br /&gt;And then.........A new year begins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next long winded entry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out.....&lt;br /&gt;Be happy.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-116180323496886153?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/116180323496886153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/116180323496886153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-not-written-anything-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115890591925788458</id><published>2006-09-22T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:25:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Steve Irwin's FINAL JOURNEY - Sept.20, 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/GlI_JmIHs9E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touching farewell for Steve Irwin.....&lt;br /&gt;And how fitting it was that his favorite song was the one sending him off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;True Blue by John Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Say you knocked off for a smoko&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be back later on&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me straight&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;Are you really disapearing&lt;br /&gt;Another dying race&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;You old bastard&lt;br /&gt;True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Is it me and you&lt;br /&gt;Is it Mum and Dad&lt;br /&gt;Is it a Cockatoo&lt;br /&gt;Is it standing by your mate&lt;br /&gt;When his in a fight&lt;br /&gt;Or just Vegemite&lt;br /&gt;True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Say you knocked off for a smoko&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be back later on&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me straight&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;Are you really disapearing&lt;br /&gt;Another dying race&lt;br /&gt;Hey True Blue&lt;br /&gt;You old bastard&lt;br /&gt;True Blue&lt;br /&gt;Is it me and you&lt;br /&gt;Is it Mum and Dad&lt;br /&gt;Is it a Cockatoo&lt;br /&gt;Is it standing by your mate&lt;br /&gt;When his in a fight&lt;br /&gt;Or just Vegemite&lt;br /&gt;True Blue&lt;br /&gt;True Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115890591925788458?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115890591925788458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115890591925788458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwins-final-journey-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115859744168380538</id><published>2006-09-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:45:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rockstar Supernova: Season Finale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/CbM1NZUkiUk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the band is complete.............&lt;br /&gt;And it was cool when towards the end...He was asking for Magni before he performed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now time to wait and see if and when they're coming to our fair country.....&lt;br /&gt;Coz if they are.....&lt;br /&gt;Babe and me will be having a rocking time wherever they would be performing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115859744168380538?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859744168380538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859744168380538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/rockstar-supernova-season-finale.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115859726185893402</id><published>2006-09-19T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:36:09.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rockstar Supernova: Season Finale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/5CzWKfpnGUg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail biting moments as I wait in anticipation of who would win......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115859726185893402?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115859704142917472?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859704142917472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859704142917472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/creep.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115859611615471580</id><published>2006-09-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:31:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ISJT3mwINhg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been nearly a week but who cares......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas won!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;As to why he won....watch on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115859611615471580?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859611615471580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115859611615471580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/bittersweet-symphony-i-know-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115781327746976426</id><published>2006-09-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:47:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How difficult issit to communicate with someone who is as stubborn and egoistic as you are???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too damn hard lemme tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the best way to deal with that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just freaking shut up and walk off.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115781327746976426?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115781327746976426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115781327746976426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-difficult-issit-to-communicate.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115769458025380728</id><published>2006-09-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:49:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Monday....While waiting for my kids to arrive at my place....I decided to go online.....I didn't know what compelled me to do so as I don't normally surf in the day......&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on my Internet Explorer.....A new window opened....Waiting for tha page to looad up when something caught my eye.......&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe it thinking that it was just a hoax...It must be a hoax albeit a cruel one....&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately,it was the truth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, Steve Irwin breathed his last breath....It was a shock to the senses to say the least....I enjoyed his shows....I mean anyone who thinks that snakes are gorgeous are right on top in my books.....&lt;br /&gt;But the Croc hunter is really gone....His life claimed by an animal not known to be aggressive.....&lt;br /&gt;It was his time.....&lt;br /&gt;I know that by now the ruckus about this has already died down....Maybe by next month, donations to Wildlife Warriors would have slowed to a trickle after the masses have calmed down...Maybe even 6 months from now,his name would be lost from everyone's mind as they weave through their own complexities of life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget what he was fighting for....And carry on his legacy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I believe our biggest issue is the same biggest issue that the whole world is facing, and that's habitat destruction."- Steve Irwin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' The salvation of Earth lies on the same shoulders of those who destroyed her.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115769458025380728?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115769458025380728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115769458025380728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115710830161555142</id><published>2006-09-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:58:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let's see....What have I been up to since my last entry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with classes and family...Of course........Not forgetting being down with high fever and tonsils of the worst kind.....&lt;br /&gt;Just too caught up with life I guess.....Trying hard to cope with all the added responsibilities....&lt;br /&gt;And Alhamdullillah..Been managing to do it for now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;Let's see......To recap......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the year......I got myself an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/xda_ii_mini_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 Xda II Mini.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And barely a month later.....I traded it in for a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/nokian70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia N70 since I felt like the XDA didn't have that much functions....And the N70 have a better megapixel.....I really thought that I'll hold on to the phone for at least a year....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But how wrong I was.......The moment I saw it...I was captivated....Totally in love....A better gadget.....And so....As of last week....I managed to hold my husband's wrath at bay and finally get my hands on my 'object of desire'.....(For now at least)........Hehehe........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally...I got my N80....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And before I forget....Thanks Babe for the phone.....I really do appreciate it........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:If you do have to know..I am a freak about gadgets...Almost all the phones that I do get is simply because they have better functions that whatever phone I'm currently using at that time.....And thus the constant upgrading of phones....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115710830161555142?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710830161555142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710830161555142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115710556412004609</id><published>2006-09-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:12:44.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lukas Rossi - Lithium (Rockstar Supernova)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/J7SPwjhDNJY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/J7SPwjhDNJY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of my favorite Lukas' performance.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115710556412004609?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710556412004609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710556412004609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/lukas-rossi-lithium-rockstar-supernova.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115710534404211285</id><published>2006-09-01T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:11:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Supernova feat. Lukas Rossi - It's On &lt;/b&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/erHghX2aiZ8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites....Of course the other one I favor would be Toby....&lt;br /&gt;If any of you don't really know what I'm talking about.....Just watch the video......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115710534404211285?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710534404211285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115710534404211285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/09/supernova-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-115078403599555753</id><published>2006-06-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:21:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL is not a good place to head to for the weekend if you're neither a drinker nor a party-goer...I just realise that....&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from a trip....It was supposed to be Jakarta but since there's so much unrest there currently,we changed our plans....Still wanting to go away for the weekend and not knowing what to do....We decided to head to KL....That is the nearest place to head to anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;But alas...We got stuck in another "Singapore"....&lt;br /&gt;It was so mind blowing dull.....We didn't want to do our shopping in another big departmental store...We could always do that over here....And yet,there's no other better thing to do....&lt;br /&gt;We've been to all the sights....A long time ago and didn't want to do it all over again since it's all the same....No changes at all....&lt;br /&gt;And going with my nephew and his newly pregnant wife didn't help matters....Remind me to never travel with a pregnant lady again...Our movements were restricted since we didn't want her to overtire herself...&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of it all.....I couldn't really take all the garbage strewn everywhere on the street.....The smell was at times nauseating....Or is it just me???&lt;br /&gt;The trip that was suppose to help us take our minds off work and stress but it actually added more stress.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....We still have September.....Another trip....Another de-stressing moment.....I just hope it turns out better than this one.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-115078403599555753?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115078403599555753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/115078403599555753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/06/kl-is-not-good-place-to-head-to-for.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114944442402407397</id><published>2006-06-05T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:07:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally.....Finally...Finally.....Our house resembles a home....Everything is packed and put in the right places...The last of our furniture has arrived...Whatever that needs to be fixed is fixed.....Alhamdullillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it takes some getting used to living with my father-in-law,he has been great....I have learnt a few secrets that Babe seems to 'forget' to mention.....Funny stories of him growing up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I miss my parents....I miss waking up and seeing my mum in the morning bustling around the house...Instead now I do the bustling....I miss seeing my dad helping my mum with the housework..And I miss him nagging at us to keep the house clean...It seems that I have taken over that role too....I'm forever telling Babe to not make a mess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a case of missing people when they're no longer around you....I do try to make it back home every couple of days....But mostly my schedule does not allow me to do it as often now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can have my parents stay with me but I know it's not possible....My mum is a great believer of her children being independent once they have their own family...Aka being married....And not that staying on my own is great....It is fantastic....But once in awhile,I just wish that they are here...For the times when I need them...I know that they'll always be there...Worrying about me...Caring for me...But it's just not the same.....It will never be the same....When once I could just walk to their room for a hug....Now I have to satisfy myself with just their picture looking at me each time I sit in front of my pc and wait for the time when I could go back for my hugs and kisses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them....Although they are just a few stops away from my place....But at times it feels like it's a million miles away......Only now do I understand the phrase 'So close yet so far'......&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people could go through life hating their parents???Or staying away from them for past hurts??? I doubt that I can....Coz if it takes strength to do such things....Then I'll gladly admit that I'm a coward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114944442402407397?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114944442402407397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114944442402407397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114811178925378436</id><published>2006-05-20T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:56:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alhamdullillah....We have finally moved into our new place about a week ago with the help of our family....The house is topsy turvy now...Only the rooms, excluding the study room, and the kitchen is consierably neat..The rest of the place is filled with boxes....Especially the study room of course...I still can't seem to find spaces for all the books....&lt;br /&gt;I was a wreck the first night here...I have been away from home before...Ever stayed on my own before but it's different now....The house is our responsibility....The hardest lesson to learn now is being absolutely independent....No mum to cook for me when I'm in a rush....Or dad to help me carry my bag in when my shoulders is killing in....No more breakfast is waiting in the morning...No more just spending for me and myself...The house and its expenses is first...&lt;br /&gt;I realise now why there are some married couples out there who still prefer to 'bunk in' with their parents still...It is a much easier life....But at the end of the day,I guess that they are at a lost as it is so totally different being on your own.....&lt;br /&gt;It 'pains' my eyes to see my study room like this....But after a week of battling fever and a sprained back....I really have to take it easy right now...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh....I guess it's back to work right now....I still have 3 more boxes of books to unpack and arrange....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114811178925378436?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114811178925378436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114811178925378436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/05/alhamdullillah.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114732952713674024</id><published>2006-05-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:42:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At final count ( well close to final count anyways), we have 21 boxes to unpack at the new place....Half of which are books....1 huge box for my shoes....Another huge box for my bags.....And the rest are clothes and knick knacks....Tonight will be the last night we'll be staying here...The last night before we officially start building our own home....&lt;br /&gt;The fear and trepidation are there for me...I will after all be living with my father-in-law and away from my parents....Having to deal with everything at home....Geez....Scary....But exciting as well....It will be a new chapter in my life....A place I can really call home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hectic these few days....Packing things and unpacking them.....And me being me..Instead of just dumping everything in the box..I had to fold and pack everything away nicely....Which of course took up a lot of time....Haiz....Why can't I just do things in a simple manner????&lt;br /&gt;And as of yesterday.....It doesn't seem to be a good way to start a new chapter...Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with high fever and very bad migraines....I guess the stress of moving and coping with exams is getting to me finally.....I'm sick and Babe totally exhausted......What a great way to start......Hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114732952713674024?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114732952713674024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114732952713674024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-final-count-well-close-to-final.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114698263815733821</id><published>2006-05-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:17:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're moving in less than a week and we're not even done packing....In fact, we're not even halfway through....&lt;br /&gt;We still have tons of books,bags,clothes and other small items..(most of which is mine) still left to go....Geez...&lt;br /&gt;I can't even decide what to pack and what I should leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just realise something....It is certainly a bad idea to move right after the exam period...Chaos...Total and ultimate chaos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN3608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN3606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN3604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the things to come out from my room....Imagine that..Just one room......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114698263815733821?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114698263815733821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114698263815733821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/05/were-moving-in-less-than-week-and-were.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114648227985396253</id><published>2006-05-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:17:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's been an extremely exhausting fortnight.....The exams are coming so as per normal..It's busy...Busy...Busy....Combine with the fact that we're moving in less than 2 weeks more.....With so much packing to do....It's worse....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babe's busy settling the new place whereas I'm busy with my books and packing up things...Sometimes it feels like we have not gotten a breather....We don't even have time for our customary dates....I have classes till late evryday and Babe's at the new place right after work till late....When he's not at the new place, he'll be busy helping me with my work or packing up things....Did I mention that I hate moving????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the mess that comes with the upheaval of things and I'll certainly hate the mess at the new place before we unpack everything....But what to do???It comes with the territory of being married and trying to build a life of independence.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much work and so little time to do it....3 more torturous weeks before break time....That is if the unpacking is totally done...Fortunately I have two sets of parents who are willing to help us out and unpack everything....And of course a husband who is there when I need help....That definitely helps....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently I'm nursing a cold....Imagine having a cold and trying to explain things to kids at the same time...ULTIMATE DISASTER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seriously..I don't know how many partners are understanding enough when their wives are sitting in front of books half the night....Or when the weekends are sacrificed cause of exams....Or when their wives are too exhausted and brain dead to do anything but sleep.....Or trying hard not wake their wives up although they are sleeping with pencils in their hands and books as pillows....Or willing to ease a sore shoulder or massage a tired back because of heavy bags and constant writing and typing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how many husbands would do that but I'm just thankful that my husband does.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn....I'm becoming so mushy ever since I got married.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114648227985396253?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114648227985396253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114648227985396253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-extremely-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114422016864205982</id><published>2006-04-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:47:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm curious at people....Indeed I am....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issit so hard to let go of the past????Is it???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a person who once stated not to bother them anymore...They certainly are bothering me....And unfortunately for them..I don't give a damn...The problem is that although they choose to live in the past..I have choosen to live in the present....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move on people....Geez....Do I have to say it again and again till it gets irritating to me too.....Oh well....If I need to..Here goes.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVE ON PEOPLE!!!!MY WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU OR YOUR LIFE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M NOT EVEN INTERESTED IN YOUR LIFE ANYMORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz...If this message still can't get through extremely thick skulls...Then I don't know what will....But then it's okay if they still don't get..At least I have some form of amusement in my life right now as a form of destressing.....I need that.....I'm so stressed out......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kesian kan....Nak kasi me marah but akhirnya jadi bahan ketawa between Babe and me.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Then hantar invite to view their multiply nyer page sampai berbelas kali sampai I had to go to multiply and tell them not to invite me anymore...Kesian!!!Kesian!!!But I am flattered that they actually have my blog and fotopage nyer addy....Haiz...Nak keep updated with my life ke????My life boring lerr....Nothing interesting...I don't party....I don't club..I tak gie enjoy....Everything is all about my husband and my kids.....Heheheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever!!!!!This is absolutely the last time I'll write about this....Tak kuasa....It's such a waste of time entertaining a bunch of losers......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: Haiz kalau nie pun tak faham jugak..Tak taulah apa nak cakap....Kalau tak faham dan ingin dialih bahasa kepada bahasa melayu silalah menuju ke site ini....&lt;a href="http://www.freetranslation.com/"&gt;http://www.freetranslation.com/&lt;/a&gt; Manalah tau....Tak faham ke..Susah nak faham ke...Benak nak faham ke.....Sekian...Terima kasih....Jangan marah....Kepada sesaper yang terasa....Nanti makin cepat tua....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114422016864205982?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114422016864205982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114422016864205982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-curious-at-people.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114405956046142720</id><published>2006-04-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:19:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally uploaded the tons of pics that was 'lying around' in my pc all this while...Geez...Uploading pics is such a tiring work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114405956046142720?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114405956046142720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114405956046142720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-finally-uploaded-tons-of-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114371033020913158</id><published>2006-03-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:18:50.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took a weekend away from life and reality the past week.....Not for long..Just 3 whole days of being together....We went down to Penang just to chill and recharge.....We had to up the Penang Hill and see the beautiful view...&lt;br /&gt;And as an added bonus....Liverpool beat Everton even though they are a man down..It was so worth it....Hehehe.....Before heading home we went down to Kl as we wanted to look for things for the new place and not to mention the bag that my mum has been hinting 'oh so subtly' that she wanted....&lt;br /&gt;And now we're back home...I have so much catching up to do with the kids....Tons and tons of work awaits me...How I wish we could leave for a break again soon but that's not feasible since exams are coming soon...In less than 2 months actually so back to the books....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114371033020913158?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114371033020913158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114371033020913158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-took-weekend-away-from-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114305052730136412</id><published>2006-03-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:04:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past 3 months felt like a whirlwind....I doubt from the time we got married till now,we actually had a proper time to sit down and rest....Not to mention a time for us personally.....Everything else comes first....The family,the wedding prep,the kids,the home.....But I have no course to complain....&lt;br /&gt;The renovations for the new house is actually starting next week after so long....It was tough....Having to do the budgets for the new place and having to do our own budgets together.....After so long have I finally realised the value of money...Before marriage it was like I could just get what I want without considering the future...Back then,as long as all the bills were paid and the necessary expenses were put aside,I'm free to spend the remainder to my heart's content....And now,every little cent counts....But that's not to say that I don't have my shopping sprees....Let's just say,I'm slightly wiser when it comes to buying things...The difference between needs and wants....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been asking us whether we're leaving for our honeymoon and where are we heading to.....Maybe once upon a time ago,I would have insisted on going away.....And I would have insisted on the destination of my choice...But for now,the house takes precedence....What's the use of spending half our savings on a honeymoon and coming back only to face financial problems....And arguing about it.....To me,as long as we are together, everyday is a honeymoon,wherever we might be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would admit that it has been a little hard trying to adjust to marriage life....Waking up everyday next to someone,with a smile on my face just happy to see him.....Having to discuss everything when I'm used to making my own decisions....But I know it'll get easier as days go by.....&lt;br /&gt;Right now,we're juststarting to build a life together...We no longer live in the past when it's just him and me...Right now,it's all about us...The past has been forgotten,the future being planned and the present being embraced.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish others would have the same idea as me.....How sad is it to forever live in the past and forgetting that it's a brand new day...A beautiful new day....But what can I do???? Some people just can't move on, forever trapped in the vicious cycle of the history.....How sad!!! How sad!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;To be pitied and scorned....To be ridiculed and mocked at....Haiz.....Humans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: FYI, my gmail account is currently defunct....You could always email me at my new addy...For those of you who don't have it..my apologies...The email is reserved only for those important in my life right now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114305052730136412?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114305052730136412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114305052730136412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/03/past-3-months-felt-like-whirlwind.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-114180487976527713</id><published>2006-03-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:01:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally....Everything is done and over with.....After 2 weeks of rushing to get our new house reasonably clean, rushing through the kids' cas and getting the final preparations for our 'sanding' ceremony, we could finally breathe a sigh of relief that everything has gone through smoothly Alhamdullillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's break time for me but not for my Babe...He's already back to work despite the lack of sleep and rest for the past 2 weeks...At times I wonder how he could ever do it....I couldn't even get out of bed last Monday out of sheer exhaustion both mentally,physically and emotionally.....&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it....To be able to see the happiness on my family's face and the love in his....I couldn't ask for more now could I????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to officially begin my new life....We are patiently waiting for our new house to be completed....It might not be huge as a palace but it is a piece of heaven for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....Be happy everyone.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-114180487976527713?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114180487976527713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/114180487976527713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113802218029641642</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:16:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels like its been ages since I last updated....Been too busy with my life....Been too busy to even spend time with my pc...Oh my poor poor darling.....&lt;br /&gt;Classes have officially resume....Not all but a few....Especially the morning classes...Have I stated how I am starting to hate morning classes....I can barely keep my eyes open and the kids are not helping....&lt;br /&gt;What's up with kids nowadays???With lessons in schools so advanced you would expect them at the age of 8 to be able to read,spell and pronounce 3 syllables words...But unfortunately...They can't....Not all of course but those that I have the 'good' fortune to be tutoring......&lt;br /&gt;It is so ultimately difficult when the parents put full responsibilty on your shoulders to ensure that their kids can and will always do well and get fantastic results....Even when their own kids can't spell what more pronounce the word 'home'.....What's up with that???&lt;br /&gt;Who is to be blamed????&lt;br /&gt;The school syllabus??? But there are kids out there who can cope and do well....The teachers in school???But they are doing their jobs and working hard to nurture the future generation without caring for the salary (I sincerely hope so)...Parents?? But they are so busy trying to earn more money working from morning till night trying to earn more money so that their kids can lead a better life....The kids themselves???But they are trying so hard...Well most of them anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;I get so frustrated when that happens.....When you have to teach a child of 8 basic phonics because they can't read....When you have to repeat the same things over and over because they will forget what you teach the moment the class ends....When you have to crack your brains on ways to make them interested on the 'most of the time' boring subjects....When no matter how hard you try the parents are never satisfied and in the end...Tutors and not teachers gets the blame....&lt;br /&gt;But still.....I plough on.....Not because I am a masochist...But because these kids are my fountain of youth.....&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my own...Hopefully I will not repeat the mistakes that I see happening so often nowadays....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113802218029641642?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113802218029641642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113802218029641642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/01/feels-like-its-been-ages-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113733817395210370</id><published>2006-01-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:16:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels like it's eons ago that I last had an entry.....&lt;br /&gt;It's officially back to werk week for me......The last 2 weeks was just enjoying my life as a married lady...Heheheh...My name and the werd married in the same line...It still cracks me up.......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Babe has not had the same priviledge as me..He has been back at werk for the last 2 weeks already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the basic getting used to each other's routine for now....Still a long way to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget.....&lt;br /&gt;Today was "The Art Of Star Wars Day' at The Science Centre with my brother and his family.....Just imagine this...My brother and me are both nuts about Star Wars and our respective partners are just the 'okay okay' type of fans.....&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics......Posting it in the fotopage soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113733817395210370?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113733817395210370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113733817395210370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/01/feels-like-its-eons-ago-that-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113625828603812792</id><published>2006-01-03T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:18:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/xdaIIminiBlack_info_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/320/xdaIIminiBlack_info_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The latest addition to my electronic goods....One that I got on the very first day of 2006....An O2 Xda Mini Black Limited Edition....Small and sleek....Fantastic.....Heheheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113625828603812792?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113625828603812792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113625828603812792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/01/latest-addition-to-my-electronic-goods.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113617713745305354</id><published>2006-01-02T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:45:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/320/DSCN3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....Our new journey has begun...&lt;br /&gt;The solemnisation went on without a hitch..&lt;br /&gt;And the new year was ushered in as a new beginning for us as hubby and wifey.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Babe...Or should I say Hubby.....(kinda sounds weird...Nak kena start practice)....&lt;br /&gt;The roads ahead are never simple but I know that we are strong enough to overcome it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for March....A new home..Another new begginning...Hopefully with lil you or lil me along the way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113617713745305354?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113617713745305354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113617713745305354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113600057614303947</id><published>2005-12-31T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:42:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long journey for Babe and me....Full of  happiness and sadness....The path that we've chosen has never been easy....But fortunately we both are strong enough and too stubborn to ever give up on something so precious and priceless....Our love....Thus that love has brought us to today....&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah....When 2006 rolls in we'll be celebrating the year as husband and wife...As happy as I am...The maniacal frenzy is setting in.....&lt;br /&gt;Till later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Whoever said getting married was easy obviously has never been married before......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113600057614303947?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113600057614303947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113600057614303947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-has-been-long-journey-for-babe-and.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113549273828913086</id><published>2005-12-25T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:38:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas again....And I welcomed the holidays by celebrating Babe's birthday with him....Another year has passed....Can't believe how fast the time passes by.....&lt;br /&gt;And in the season of giving,caring and sharing.....The morning started off with witnessing a group of people having drunken arguments by the roadside which to me was hilarious....What people would do when they get drunk.....&lt;br /&gt;Too many programs today not for me but for the birthday boy....Just have to wait for my turn to have him to myself later on...Before I have to share him with everyone else again.....So bloody irritating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/320/DSCN3023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;............Many more celebration together in the future hopefully.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113549273828913086?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113549273828913086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113549273828913086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-again.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113531932769660152</id><published>2005-12-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:28:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been awhile since I last posted...Not by choice but cause of circumstances...Too much things to do at home....And when I was all done....My pc decided to crash on me....Luckily someone helped me fix up my pc...Thanx Sahrom....&lt;br /&gt;A lot of new things have been going on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's gonna retire finally at the end of the year....That is a cycle of life...You get older so you have to retire...And just have life easier at home...But what's unacceptable to my family is how the whole thing was done....&lt;br /&gt;See...My dad works in a well-known 5 star hotel which is known all over the world...In fact it has hotels all over the world....And he has put in over 30 years of work in that hotel...30 years...Imagine that...And how do they show their appreciation????&lt;br /&gt;By giving him a $100 voucher and a letter telling him that 31st of the month is his last day...Just like that....A hundred bucks for 30 years of service???Incredulous.....&lt;br /&gt;It is to put it in a simple term....RUBBISH!!!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;It is incredible how some places would treat their old staffs.....And my dad....A person who takes his job seriously.....The person with the most job ethics....Could only look at the voucher with his mouth slightly agape and a look of utter disbelieve on his face mirroring his sadness......&lt;br /&gt;None of my siblings actually believed him or my mum when they were told about the voucher..In fact everyone thought it was a joke....Only when they were shown the incriminating evidence did they become believers....And once the shock wears off...The anger seeps in....&lt;br /&gt;'How could they do this'....'Are they for real' were just some of the words heard....As for me....&lt;br /&gt;I just simply keep quiet and hope the whole hotel chain would close down or at least lose substantial amount of money........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note.....&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th of this month...My sister finally graduated with a degree in her hands....After a couple of years of suffering.....I was so happy for her....And most definitely proud....She is my sister and I know that she can achieve anything when she puts her mind to it.....So........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN2959.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Congrats sis....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113531932769660152?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113531932769660152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113531932769660152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/12/been-awhile-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113331156833464247</id><published>2005-11-30T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:46:08.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How nice is it to be newly in love with nary a care in the world except for the two of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could capture it all again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113331156833464247?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113331156833464247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113331156833464247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-nice-is-it-to-be-newly-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113328848912731322</id><published>2005-11-30T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:21:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's irritating when nothing goes right and everything is wrong....Words...Actions...Anything and everything...It's DAMN SICKENING!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't move left or right....Up and down are not even an option....Caged in...Imprisoned...The fit so damn tight that I'm starting to feel claustrophobic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything for fear that my thoughts and feelings will be misinterpreted....At times agreeing seems to be so easy...Why state my opinions when it'll only be considered and then discarded....Why indeed?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's easier to hide behind a wall but that is also no longer an option...And swallowing poison is so much easier than keeping my mouth shut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what else is left????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Silence....Enforced silence.....Acquiescence is necessary.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or maybe I should just shoot myself in the head with a gun....That sounds so much easier...Messy but definitely easier........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113328848912731322?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113328848912731322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113328848912731322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-irritating-when-nothing-goes-right.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113304972076227662</id><published>2005-11-27T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T08:02:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel happy, angry, blissful, excited,irritated, pissed,joyous,hatred and everything else that comes with emotions....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the end of the day....You know that you'll always have my love......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113304972076227662?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113304972076227662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113304972076227662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-could-feel-happy-angry-blissful.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113191334613775602</id><published>2005-11-14T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T04:26:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday..We spent almost the whole time in town checking out the pics gracing the streets of Orchard road.....From Borders right up to Forum only actually.....The pics were taken by a guy by the name of Yann Arthus Bertrand...And they were fantastic....And since both of us are into photography...We spent hours gawking at the pics..Wondering how it was done and stuffs like that.......And me wishing I have a quarter of the guy's ability.....I would have died happy if I do....&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent in JB at my sister's place.....Didn't do anything at all...Just bum around doing nothing.....Heheh....&lt;br /&gt;Then got back home....Turned on Oprah and found out that they were doing a tribute to Luther Vandross....Luther died???&lt;br /&gt;A thousand questions raced through my mind....When did he die...How come I didn't know???And other appropriate questions of course.....Went online and found out he's been gone for a little bit more than 4 months now and I just knew about it....I am so out of circulation....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when did I start losing touch with the world????I don't read papers except for the sports section....I don't watch the news except for the sports....No matter I lost touch.....&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's about time I got in touch with the real world again.....At least keep myself current....I am so backdated.....Haiz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113191334613775602?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113191334613775602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113191334613775602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113191265118316147</id><published>2005-11-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T04:13:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A year older already....And yet.....&lt;br /&gt;The day was welcomed with a hug and a kiss....The best gifts ever for me.....And a trip to the airport..Where else would we go to hang out......&lt;br /&gt;The following day we went out for a show....The exorcism of Emily Rose...Which I found to be a bit dull....Not too scary...Maybe a few 'surprises' along the way but still dull....Like Babe said...The title was kinda misleading....Though I really like the barn scene....Gave me a lot of cool ideas for new nicks....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....Check out my birthday gift....It is super cool.....So cool that everyone who sees it would be in awe....&lt;br /&gt;What is it????&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;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/DSCN2752.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                     A Maserati......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehhe.....I wish........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113191265118316147?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113191265118316147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113191265118316147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/year-older-already.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113105174001734830</id><published>2005-11-04T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T05:02:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's Hari Raya again....The first day was spent out....Had a rather tiring day visiting although we just went to a total of 5 houses....I am most known for staying home rather than visiting of course...But still....It was kinda cool as almost all of my siblings were there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways...I am slowly updating my fotopage....Feels like eons since I last did it so as a result of my slacking off.....I have about 3 months worth of pics to upload....This will definitely take some time to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113105174001734830?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113105174001734830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113105174001734830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-hari-raya-again.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113069452885972340</id><published>2005-10-31T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:48:48.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a story about a family who wanted to sell their house....Enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once upon a time,there lived a family who wanted to have their house sold off...So they have the house appraised and once the value was stated at $202k they decided to put the house on the market hoping that someone would buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Along comes a couple who are interested in getting the house..Big rooms,airy kitchen though the flooring is something else....But despite all that the couple still said okay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now a week after the seller was informed of the buyer's intent on purchasing their house,they had a change of heart...They decided to raise the price from $190k inclusive of $10k cash (which apparently noone does anymore) to $200k still inclusive of $10k cash....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After thinking things through the couple still said okay to buying the house...And 2 weeks later,after greed had taken hold of the seller's heart,they decided that $200k is not enough...How could they get rich with just a measly $200k.....So they decided to up the price again till it is now $210k and still inclusive of the $10k cash.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The greed of men....The couple would have gladly paid the initial price of the house with the cash money....But no....The seller decided to take advantage of the situation and keep on upping the price...And in the end they lost a potential buyer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moral of the story: A bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p/s: I hope the seller will not find another buyer...That will definitely teach them to be too greedy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113069452885972340?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113069452885972340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113069452885972340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-story-about-family-who-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-113036195271503714</id><published>2005-10-27T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T05:28:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't travel the world as a job..I don't have outrageous love affairs...I don't indulge in free sex...I don't frequent clubs and pubs mingling with other sweaty bodies on weekends...I'm not good with words thus I am no poet....I don't volunteer towards any good cause...I'm not trying to change the world...I don't listen to loud music...My temper is more manageable...I no longer hang out with friends till the wee hours in the morning....I don't wear outrageously expensive clothes...I don't dress up to the nines....In fact I don't dress up at all....I don't spend my days sitting in an air-conditioned office....I'm not staying in a huge house....Not driving an expensive car either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My days are filled with classes....Rushing here and there....Under the hot sun or wet days....I have a guy who I love and who loves me in return....My Friday nights are spent with my guy just talking and hanging out...My weekends are normally spent either with him or with my family...I try to advice my kids from making the same mistakes I did when I was at their age...I spend almost every night in front of books...I am always in jeans,t-shirt and slippers though I do jazz it up when I'm out with him..I do try to look good for him...I reason things out before doing them...I have a comfortable house filled with love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess I don't really lead an interesting life....But I won't trade the life that I have now for anything in the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally...I am contented with my life...It took a long time coming but I'm glad it's finally here.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-113036195271503714?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113036195271503714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/113036195271503714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-travel-world-as-job.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112911888425319327</id><published>2005-10-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:08:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've watched a lot of movies and shows and yet a few sticks in my mind...One of the shows that I absolutely adore and would always recommend it to people is the show Once Were Warriors an indie show from New Zealand...A damn good show....And this couple of days I've been listening to one of the songs in the show over and over again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Very meaningful lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Jake the Muss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I tried as hard as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to make you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It keeps going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Beth Heke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess the nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The nature of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always been this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Jake &amp; Beth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember all those yesterdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Understanding your every ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know the world never stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It keeps going round and round and round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz that's the nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The nature of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it's always always been this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now my lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There'll be no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will shine forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A moment we treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your undenying love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Our people once were warriors. But unlike you, Jake, they were people with mana, pride; people with spirit. If my spirit can survive living with you for eighteen years, then I can survive anything. --&gt; Beth Heke, Once were Warriors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112911888425319327?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112911888425319327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112911888425319327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-watched-lot-of-movies-and-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112911365947370387</id><published>2005-10-12T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:40:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A week into Ramadhan already and finally I have some space to breathe.....It's been a long first week....Non stop explanations....Extreme heat and near dehydration....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But luckily enough I do manage to be at home after breaking fast like all good girls do...That's a contradiction in itself...Me good???Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways....Since I only have a handful of kids that's left to go through the exams I am feeling relaxed now.....A lot more relaxed....At least I can catch up with sleep....Having an average of 4 hours of sleep per day for the past week is not helping my temperament.....But I'm under control as a result of a lot of loving....And not to mention my mum trying to cook for me whatever I feel like eating....After a hard day at work....It feels so good to come back to delicious food.....I wonder if I'll be like that when I get married.....We'll see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways...Just to catch up on some news....I knew about Pakistan's earthquake....But so far I have neither read or watched anything about it....There's too many deaths and destructions in the world now...The wars...The natural disasters and yet people are still intent on killing each other which I don't and can't and won't understand why....But before I digress further....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The disaster in Pakistan was brought closer to home when one of my mum's "son" (extended family) was sent over there to help as he is part of DART....My heart is with his wife and kids...I know that it is his duty as an officer and a test as an Islam having to go through all this....I just pray that he is fine in Pakistan and will be able to return home safely once his duty is all over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My prayers are with him in Pakistan and his family here in Singapore.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112911365947370387?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112911365947370387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112911365947370387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/week-into-ramadhan-already-and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112852077284391491</id><published>2005-10-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:59:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the first day of Ramadhan..It's 8.10 in the morning...I had about 45 minutes of sleep when Babe calle me up...It's nothing new of course since he'll normally call me before he leaves for work....The first thing I heard today wasn't I'm going off to work....But I'm in an accident...I totally freaked out....To be awoken so early in the morning just to be told such a bad news makes my heart feel like it's bursting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But luckily it was just minor wounds...A scraped elbow...Scraped palm and knees doesn't sound so bad but still it makes me wince when I saw it....Just wanna pamper him but unfortunately...The only pampering allowed for now is limited to me helping him apply the medication....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I know how my mum feels when she received calls early in the morning or late at night saying that my brother is in an accident.....And it just leaves a bitter taste in the throat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112852077284391491?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112852077284391491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112852077284391491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-first-day-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112845694019045653</id><published>2005-10-05T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:40:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She called me again....Thrice actually....Once yesterday and just kept silent when I answered the call....And twice again today....The first I just let it go....The second I asked my mum for a favor to answer the call for me and just state it as a wrong number......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems like a coward's way out doesn't it???To let another person do the dirty work for you but it seems like I have no other choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't wish to get into an argument with a worthless cause....And it seems like she's itching for it....Though I know that I'm not about to oblige her....Why dwell on the past when the present and future holds more interest to me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But never taking this path before I wonder....I've never backed down from a good argument....I've never conceded defeat not to anyone...Especially not to a person like her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not superior than her....And regardless of what she believes...I am neither smarter nor more knowledgable than she is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I do simply refuse to entertain an adult behaving like a teenager giddy in love for the first time...And if that makes me a coward now...So be it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a holy month...Ramadhan is here again....And I simply refuse to allow her or the man I thought was a friend to taint it with impurities....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For now....I am a coward for I am taking a coward's way out....I just hope I have enough patience and control to carry on doing what I'm doing now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112845694019045653?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112845694019045653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112845694019045653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-called-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112825165200300265</id><published>2005-10-02T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:36:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was Children's Day yesterday....No I didn't get my kids anything....I'll be too broke if I were to get them each a gift...Mind you..Most of my kids are teenagers anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In all the years that I've been trying to teach (or what I would call it corrupting the kids with needless education) I realised that they too have something to teach me.Here I am trying to impart to them whatever meagre knowledge that I have to them,either educational or in life when they,in fact,gave me a more precious gift.They taught me about myself.How patient (or impatient in my case) I can be.How to push myself without breaking.Learning how to rein in my temper.And most importantly,how to again appreciate the meaning of innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From being just my students,they are now my kids..From being little boys and girls,I am seeing all of them blossoming into young men and women.And just like a parent,I've always been proud of each and every achievements of theirs,be it big or small...It could be as simple as gaining a few points more than the previous results to being able to do reasonably well for a subject they would normally detest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister who happens to also be a tutor told me once to keep my life separated.To not form any forms of bonds with the kids.But I have to say,I broke that rule and happily too I might add.My kids know that they are free to talk to me about anything...Be it education or life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've never believed the job criteria of teaching is just simply educating..I believe that it is all jumbled up...Just look at the teachers when I was in school....Most of the good ones are the ones who take the time to sit down and talk to you when they feel like you are in need of a talk...Nowadays it just feels like most teachers are just in it for the money...Forgive me if I'm wrong anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Just wish I was a little bit fiercer though..It's terrible when my kids all agree that I'm not fierce at all....In the words of Babe,I'm as fierce as a meow....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone ever told me that I'm a mentor to these kids...I beg to difer...To me these kids are my mentors...I might have helped them along their course of life...But they are teaching me about my own life now....And that's more precious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I thank each and everyone of them...Past...Present and Future.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just hope I made even a little dent in the course of life that you guys will lead in the future...You guys have definitely made a huge impact in mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112825165200300265?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112825165200300265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112802795464540177?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802795464540177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802795464540177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112802669692665891</id><published>2005-09-30T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T04:49:31.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/tbird_bg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/tbird_bg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/Peoples%20Republic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A tribute to Liverpool's most beloved manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bill Shankly OBE Manager (1959-74) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Date of Birth: 2.9.13&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Glenbuck, Ayrshire&lt;br /&gt;Honours: 3 LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIPS 1963-64, 1965-66, 1972-73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 FA CUPS 1964-65, 1973-74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 UEFA CUP 1972-73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 SECOND DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP 1961-62.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 CHARITY SHIELDS 1964 (shared), 1965 (shared), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1966 RUNNERS UP League Championship - 1968-69, 1973-74 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FA Cup- 1970-71 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;European Cup Winners Cup - 1965-66 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Charity Shield - 1971 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a sobering thought. That a man of such humble origins can become a personality of such overpowering influence in the minds of millions of others. Such power, in misguided hands, can lead to unpalatable scenarios, and the twentieth century has witnessed such tragedy far too often. We must be thankful that Bill Shankly possessed neither the political nous, nor the latent evil of a Hitler or a Stalin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Born into a family of ten in the Ayrshire mining village of Glenbuck, where conditions were harsh, Shankly was however certainly subjected to the workings of grass roots politics. Keir Hardie, one of the founding members of the Labour party, was chipped from the same Ayrshire coal seams, but for Bill, whilst never losing sight of his humanitarian socialism, football not politics was to be the life's devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like 49 of his fellow villagers straddling the latter part of the 19th and the early years of the 20th century, Shankly became a professional footballer. Football in Glenbuck was the elixir of life, a blessed relief from the toil of the mineshaft. In 1932 he signed forms with Carlisle United and, within a year, had moved onwards and upwards to Deepdale, home of Preston North End. A distinguished playing career at wing-half that brought 7 caps for Scotland was cruelly interrupted by war in 1939. When the 1946-47 season kick-started organised professional football again in England, Shankly was 33 and rapidly coming to the end of his playing days. He decided quite simply that he would become the greatest football manager of all time.&lt;br /&gt;However, by the time the chairman of Liverpool, T.V. Williams appointed Shankly manager of the club in December 1959, Bill had been a manager for over a decade with precious little in the way of success. He had started his managerial career at the club which had given him his chance in professional football 17 years earlier, Carlisle United. A roller coaster trip of northern clubs took him to subsequent spells at the helms of Grimsby, Workington and finally Huddersfield, where he granted a debut to an upcoming 16 year old called Dennis Law. Disappointingly, Shankly appeared prone to falling foul of the boardroom at each of these clubs as he never felt they gave the same commitment to team affairs as he did. He had walked out on Carlisle, and Grimsby citing a lack of financial commitment on the part of the directors and often felt exasperated by people who simply didn't share his passion for the game. It was Shankly's own commitment and enthusiasm that had first intrigued T.V. Williams years earlier when Bill had been interviewed for the vacant Liverpool job in 1951. Back then, it was felt he wasn't a big enough name for the club, and somewhat lacking in experience, but this time Williams knew instinctively that Shankly and Liverpool were right for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's hard to understate the ordinariness of Liverpool's position in 1959. Languishing in the old second division, with a crumbling stadium, poor training facilities and a large unwieldy playing staff, the challenge facing Shankly was enormous. He dispensed with the services of 24 members of the playing staff. Liverpool's, and his, good fortune, was that in Bob Paisley, Joe Fagan, and Reuben Bennett, the club had an experienced and resourceful backroom staff. He wasn't about to dispense with them. The addition of Shankly was the catalyst they needed to grow and blossom into their natural roles at the club. Slowly at first, and then with a gathering pace, Shankly and his backroom team turned Liverpool around. The legendary 'Boot-Room' was born. The Anfield crowd sensed the change. Gates regularly topped 40,000 and promotion was quickly gained back to the first division. Shankly had rebuilt the club around two key players he brought in, both Scotsmen - Ron Yeats and Ian St John. The Reds romped away with the Second Division title in 1961-62, finishing 8 points clear of their nearest rivals and amassing a stunning - in days of two points for a win - 62 points and scoring 99 goals in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The supremacy of Everton in the city of Liverpool was the first target for Shankly now that he had got the club back into the top flight and in season 63-64, Everton handed over the league championship trophy to their neighbours as Liverpool clinched their 6th title. Battle was joined, and between them, Liverpool and Everton did as much the Beatles and Gerry and the Pacemakers to put Liverpool on the world map in those fab years of the mid 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The training ground at Melwood, in a terrible state in 1959, was transformed into a top class training facility. Shankly introduced the five-a-side games that so defined his football thinking. Pass and move, keep it simple, a creed taken from the daily matches played by the miners of Glenbuck all those years ago. He introduced a new routine whereby the players would meet and change for training at Anfield and then board the team bus for the short trip to Melwood. After training, they would all bus back to Anfield together to shower and change and perhaps get a bite to eat. This way Shankly ensured all his players had warmed down correctly and he would keep his players free from injury. Indeed, in the 1965-66 season, Liverpool finished as champions using just 14 players and two of those only played a handful of games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first F.A. Cup win in 1965 was followed by magical European exploits across the continent as Liverpool established a passing style that became the envy of the watching football world. Amidst all this, stood Shankly, orchestrating events at Anfield, at one with the fans. He was perfectly in tune with the Kopites, knowing and understanding how they felt about football and the pride a successful team gave them. And always, he would remain in touch with his working class roots. His would tell anyone who cared to listen that his lads played to a socialist ethic. If a player was having a poor game Shankly would expect a team mate to cover for him and bail him out like you would do for a neighbour or a colleague down the mine. All for the greater good of the team. The fans on the Kop understood the simple philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The decline of the great 60s team saw the birth of Shankly's second great Liverpool side. Out went Hunt, St.John, Yeats and Lawrence, and in came Keegan, Heighway, Lloyd and Clemence. Success followed success. A first European trophy in 1973 ( the UEFA cup ) was won in tandem with the club's 8th league title. In 1974, the F.A. Cup came back to Anfield after a breathtaking Wembley performance against a hapless Newcastle United. Then came the shock resignation, on a July day in that summer of '74. Shankly was 60, and wanted to spend time with his wife Ness and their family. That he left the club in such capable hands speaks volumes for the man. The bootroom staff, now joined by ex-players Ronnie Moran and Roy Evans, got behind new manager Bob Paisley and the club went on to even greater glories in the years that followed.&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that Paisley's era as manager was more fruitful than Shankly's in terms of trophies won. Also, it seems fair to speculate that much of what Shankly achieved would not have been possible without Bob Paisley's calm influence and knowledge of the game. But it is equally likely that without the driving force and sheer charisma of Shankly, Liverpool's spell in the doldrums in the 1950s would have reached long into the 60s and perhaps even further and Bob Paisley may never have become manager at all. That the club contrived to bring them together at all in those dark post war days, the fans will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The city of Liverpool was shocked when Bill Shankly died unexpectedly in September 1981 after suffering a heart attack. His good friend Sir Matt Busby was so upset when he heard the news that he couldn't even answer the telephone that morning. In the years following his resignation, to the disbelief of the fans, relations between him and the club he so loved had become somewhat strained. There was no such problem on the terraces. In the first game at Anfield following his funeral, a huge banner was unfurled on the Kop which read 'Shankly Lives Forever'. Perhaps the differences between Keir Hardie and Bill Shankly were only slight after all. Both had achieved immortality through their brand of socialism. One through the ballot box, the other through the turnstile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;His spirit lives on at Anfield to this day, where a statue to the great man stands before his beloved Kop and the Shankly Gates bear the immortal words "You'll never walk alone". Certainly Shankly never walked alone and he is revered by all Liverpool supporters to this day.&lt;br /&gt;This was no better demonstrated than on 18th December 1999 when the 40th anniversary of Shankly's arrival at Anfield was celebrated in a manner that took the breath away. Nearly the whole of the 1965 and 1974 F A Cup winning teams reassembled to view the exhibition commemorating Shankly and then paraded onto the pitch, where they stood in silence as two bagpipers played "Amazing Grace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;12,000 voices on the Kop gently sang the word 'Shankly' to the tune as they held up a mosaic bearing his face and the Saltire. The version of "You'll Never Walk Alone" that followed rivaled any previously heard before. His spirit and his legend is clearly set to live on well into the new Millennium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;article href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/team/past_players/managers/shankly/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;( http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/team/past_players/managers/shankly/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112802669692665891?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802669692665891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802669692665891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/tribute-to-liverpools-most-beloved_30.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112802585307071458</id><published>2005-09-29T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T04:30:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 24th anniversary of the late great Bill Shankly's death, Liverpoolfc.tv pays tribute to the greatest manager football has ever known by recalling a few of the moments that made the man from Glenbuck so special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Reds manager has been loved more than Shanks and it was not just because of his remarkable managerial achievements at Anfield.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off the pitch he was one of us, the ultimate people's man and here a just a few of the many reasons why...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  When arriving at the stadium in Bruges to co-commentate on the second leg of the 1976 UEFA Cup Final he meets some fans who have hitched a lift from Liverpool to Belgium and without hesitation takes out his wallet and gives them £60.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  A retired docker is dismayed to discover that his usual season-ticket seat, which he'd sat in for years had been moved without explanation. He goes down to Anfield to find out why but to no avail. He then spots Shankly coming out of the ground, explains the situation to him and then waits as the boss goes back inside and promptly gets the ticket office staff to rectify the problem.  &lt;br /&gt;***  Regularly inviting fans into his home on Bellefield Avenue for a cup of tea and a chat after they had plucked up the courage to knock and ask for an autograph.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  His response to the meagre allocation of tickets for the 1965 FA Cup Final: "What can you do with 15,000 Cup Final tickets in a place like Liverpool? They'd eat them for tea and not notice. Any tickets I have are going to the boys on the Kop."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  Scolding a police officer in front of the Kop for standing on a Liverpool scarf as the players embarked on a victorious lap of honour after clinching the 1972/73 League title. "That's somebody's life son," he told him in no uncertain terms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  Saving three young Liverpudlians from being thrown off a train by an inspector after they'd bunked into first class on a journey home from watching the Reds in London. On overhearing the conversation he offered to pay their fares and then dropped them off home in a taxi after returning to Lime Street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***It's a hot summer's day in West Derby and a group of local kids are out on the field playing football. Suddenly, Shankly arrives on the scene and proceeds to engage in an hour long kick-about with the star-struck youngsters. Apparently this was a common occurence on the playing field that was later renamed in his honour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***  Standing on the Kop alongside his adoring fans shortly after his retirement as Liverpool manager. This is where he felt he belonged.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Shankly: You will never walk alone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Shankly 020913 - 290981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112802585307071458?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802585307071458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112802585307071458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-24th-anniversary-of-late-great-bill.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112793330906768345</id><published>2005-09-29T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:50:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last week I received a very interesting sms from a 'pitbull'...It seems that after ignoring two emails of hers...She decided to sms me instead....Lemme share the sms....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(pls hold the laughter till the very end of the sms...thank you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sms received:24/09/05 at 11.56 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sms sent from:8*0*1*5* (for actual number please contact me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sms sent by:a pitbull terrier aka Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sms (word for word with a slight commentary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi Leah&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(dat's me but I still dun understand why she can't just type Lia since that's the actual spelling)&lt;/span&gt;...i hev read through da email dat u send to chal&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(dat's the jackass)&lt;/span&gt;...thks 4 check it out &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(check what out???)&lt;/span&gt; tings abt me..let me tell u tis don't think u are smart and knowledgeable &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(well i'm neither but thank you anyways for thinking dat about me)&lt;/span&gt;...i will respect u n trust u &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ermmm..please don't do that...I don't need a pitbull to trust me....very dangerous)&lt;/span&gt;.Last words don u ever interupt my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(how the heck do you interrupt someone's life???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At times I wonder who's bothering who....I'm so totally ignoring her...and yet I'm interrupting her life???Anyone find that comment funny????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who cares anyways???A dog can bark all it wants but it won't move a mountain...Just like right now...She can bark like a bitch in heat all she wants but unfortunately for her I'm just taking it like a joke....Maybe I should get both of them leashes when they do get married next year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afterall dogs should always be on a leash or else they'll run wild.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haiz....Got that inconvenience out of the way....I'll keep the blog updated the next time the pitbull barks......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112793330906768345?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112793330906768345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112793330906768345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-week-i-received-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112748955712518623</id><published>2005-09-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:32:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the person you are supposed to respect instead becomes a person you have to constantly advice..What would you do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When a responsible person starts behaving irresponsibily towards their responsibilty...Should you turn your back from them???Ignore them and hope they change or constantly try to advice them and hope they'll change....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when you remember that once upon a time ago that same person turned their back to you when your life was chaotic and topsy turvy....Would you do the same???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If only life was simple and with answers for every question......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112748955712518623?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112748955712518623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112748955712518623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-person-you-are-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112740705371746627</id><published>2005-09-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:37:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost my blog page....Oh well...Maybe I'll find it again later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112740705371746627?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112740705371746627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112740705371746627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-seem-to-have-lost-my-blog-page.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112725541627084557</id><published>2005-09-21T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:31:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I Love You" Translations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Afrikaans ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ek is lief vir jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albanian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;te dua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arabic ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ana Ahebak / Ana Bahibak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armenian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yes kez shat em siroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Assyr ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Az tha hijthmekem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Australian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'ave a beer :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malayu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Malaysia) ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saya cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bavarian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mog di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bisaya ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nahigugma ko nimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bosnian ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ja te volim (formally) or volim-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cantonese ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ngo Oi Nei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chinese ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;gnoy oy naGoi Oi Lei (Hongkong)Wa Ai Li (Taiwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Danish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeg elsker dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dutch ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;English ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esperanto ---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mi amas vim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estonian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ma armastan sind / Mina armastan sind (formal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finnish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Minä rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;French ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gaelic ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tá mé i ngrá leat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;German ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ich liebe Dich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Greek ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;S'agapw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hawaiian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aloha wau ia 'oe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hebrew ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ani ohevet ota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hindi ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Main tumsey pyaar karta hoon / Maine Pyar Kiya&lt;br 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daka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Korean ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SA LANG HAE / Na No Sa Lan Hei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kurdish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Khoshtm Auyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laos ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chanrackkun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Latin ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ego te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Latvian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Es Milu Tevi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lithuanian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As Myliu Tave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Macedonian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te sakam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malay ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saya cintakan mu / Saya cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malteese ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Inhobbok hafna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mandarin ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wo Ai Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Norwegian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeg elsker deg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Persian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tora Doost Darem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pig Latin ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I-yea Ove-lea Ou-yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Polish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kocham Cie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Portuguese ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eu te amo (Brazilian)Eu amo-te (continental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Punjabi ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;me tumse pyar ker ta hu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Romanian ---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Russian ---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serbo-Croatian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Volim te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slovenian ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spanish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te quiero / te amo / yo amor tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swahili ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Naku penda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swedish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jag älskar dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Swiss German ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ch-ha di gärn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tagalog ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mahal Kita / Iniibig kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tamil ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Naan Unnai Khadalikkeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Telugu ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nenu Ninnu Premisthunnanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thai ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Khao Raak Thoe / chun raak ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Turkish ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;seni seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ukranian ---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yalleh blutebeh / ya tebe kohayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Urdu ---&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mea tum se pyaar karta hu ( when a guy says it)Mea tum se pyar karti hu (when a gal says it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vietnamese ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Toi yeu em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112725541627084557?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112725541627084557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112725541627084557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you-translations-language.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112725320611973949</id><published>2005-09-21T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:53:26.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Love Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Dr Laura Schlessinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1_____ Can you say there's no jealousy in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2_____ Is your relationship free of drug and alcohol abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3_____ Can you say you're never asked to compromise your moral values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4_____ Do you appreciate and enjoy each other's family and friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5_____ Have you discussed your long-term goals for faith, family and career in detail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6_____ Do you have complete confidence in each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7_____ Has experience shown him/her to always be truthful and open with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8_____ Does he/she always follow through on promises and commitments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9_____ Do you talk openly and easily with each other about everything? (Including this test?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10_____ Do you both listen carefully to one another and try to understand each other's point of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11_____ Do you practice the same faith by praying and going to church together regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12_____ Do you both agree that marriage is forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13_____ Do you refrain from using manipulation or blackmail to get your own way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14_____ Do you like spending time together doing different activities? (Not just watching TV, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mall shopping or talking on the phone together. I recommend volunteering for church, charity and civic projects -- or joining school clubs, bands, debate teams or sports programs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15_____ When you have a disagreement or the going gets tough, do both of you respond respectfully with patience and understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16_____ Have your family and friends told you they approve of your relationship -- that they feel it's making you a better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17_____ Do you limit your physical relationship to holding hands and simple kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18_____ Have you seen each other during good times and bad? (Virtues shine during adversity. Never rush to marriage. -- you'll miss critical signs of good or bad character traits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19_____ Do you both stay away from pornographic magazines, videos, Internet, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20_____ If your future spouse had a serious accident that maimed or disfigured him/her for life, would your love remain strong? Could your love survive without physical expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21_____ Do each of you dress, speak and act modestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22_____ Can you admit your own shortcomings and discuss them openly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23_____ Are you both generous in making sacrifices for others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24_____ Does your sweetheart already have the qualities needed to be a super spouse and a wonderful parent for your children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25_____ Are you willing to give up power and let your loved one control some of the important decisions and circumstances? (True love means frequently surrendering your will to meet your loved one's needs and wishes without violating your moral values.)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Scoring . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scoring: Give yourself one point for each "yes" answer and zero points for each "no" answer.(Her score?____ His Score?____)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 to 25 pts. "Solid as a Rock!". . . It's True Love! Congratulations on a very strong relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 to 21 pts. "Looking Good!". . . You're relationship has good potential. With a little work, you can become "Solid as a Rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 to 18 pts. "Warning Signals!". . . It might be "Infatuation." Work on the "No's." Take the test again in 6 months and again in 12 months. Hopefully your scores will improve and your relationship will grow. If your relationship doesn't greatly improve within a year, you should consider ending it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below 15 pts. "Red Alert!". . . Sorry, this may be painful to hear, but it's probably time to say "goodbye." It's either blind infatuation or there are other serious problems. (If you're married and you scored below 15 points, don't give up -- get some good marriage counseling ASAP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Bonus Question **&lt;br /&gt;Are both of you committed to saving sex for marriage? If yes, add 2 points to your score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Important Tip from Dr. Laura . . .&lt;br /&gt;"It's difficult to get an accurate reading from my "Is it Love?" test if you're sexually active. Sex is so powerful that it's often blinding before marriage. That's one of the reasons I say, 'Don't shack up!' If you're sexually active, my first recommendation is to stop having sex immediately. With sex out of the picture, it will be easier to see how each of you responds in the critical areas that build strong, healthy, lasting relationships. It's definitely challenging to save sex for marriage - but it's worth the wait and it helps assure a happier marriage. Go ahead - make the commitment. You'll be glad you waited!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112725320611973949?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112725320611973949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112725320611973949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/true-love-test-by-dr-laura.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112716329429084990</id><published>2005-09-20T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:54:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nearly 5 and I'm still wide awake with a lot of thoughts running in my head...Why can't people just leave me alone I wonder....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it enough that I gave up a friendship so they could preserve their "love"???So why must she..after almost a month of peace...email me again and again....Twice I've received emails....Twice I'm accused of doing something I'm not guilty of....Twice the past is dredged up for me....Twice I'm ashamed to call myself a woman because of the attitude of another woman....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been keeping silent hoping she will just give it up and move on....Keeping quiet so that she will finally understand that I'm being a grown up about all these and I don't wanna argue....But unfortunately...Some people just can't comprehend subtlety....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am trying my best to ignore everything....To just put it in my mind that she is a kid in an adult's body....That I'm matured enough not to entertain nonsense but at times there's only so much I can take.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promised Babe that I would not retaliate thus I will honor that promise....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it in me.....I hope that I am strong enough....Or at least matured enough to just be at peace....Just hope that she will finally understand that by not entertaining her....I want her to stop bothering me....If she is only matured enough to understand......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112716329429084990?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112716329429084990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112716329429084990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-nearly-5-and-im-still-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112694716524118495</id><published>2005-09-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:52:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love Fridays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not because it's the start of the weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or because the next day is a half day since for me it's a full day still....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But because on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter how tired we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or how hectic our day was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We still manage to make it to our favorite spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Having our favorite drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At our favorite cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With our favorite person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;About the mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or something serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;About the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe the present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But always about the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And never bothering about what time work is the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just content to sit down and talk till the wee hours of the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's when time flies so ever swiftly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when it's time to go back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's with a heavy heart that we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But at the same time knowing we just shared another magical day together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And next week will bring another day better than the past ones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112694716524118495?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112694716524118495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112694716524118495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112664619670125850</id><published>2005-09-14T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:16:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All this and more can be found at &lt;a href="http://http://www.football365.com/"&gt;http://http://www.football365.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112664619670125850?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664619670125850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664619670125850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-this-and-more-can-be-found-at.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112664597323706497</id><published>2005-09-14T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:15:48.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another of my favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifty Things We'd Like To Happen This Season...But Won't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Linesmen (sorry, assistant referees) to consistently give the attacking side the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) David Bellion to confirm that no, he has no idea what he's doing at ManYoo either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) David James to play up front for Man Citeh on a regular basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Kanu to 'better' his miss from last season.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) All newspapers to outlaw the 'No way, Jose' headline (and all its variations).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Cesc Fabregas to re-grow that mullet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) A Shaun Custis EXCLUSIVE in The Sun to be either an exclusive or accurately prophetic. Based on previous evidence, expecting both would be wholly unreasonable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) David Beckham to stick with one single haircut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Thierry Henry to smile or at least appear vaguely happy when he scores a goal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) The words 'Jonathan Woodgate' and 'injured' not to be joined at the hip - this should not be a cue for Woodgate to injure his pesky hip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Sven-Goran Eriksson to say something vaguely interesting or enlightening after an England match.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Sky Sports to pick a Liverpool player other than Jamie Carragher and/or Stevie Gerrard for a post-match interview. We're sure other players speak better English.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Wayne Rooney to stop swearing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Ruud van Nistelrooy to score a goal from further out than 18 yards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Edwin van der Saar to make saves only with his hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) The BBC to make a formal apology for employing Peter Schmeichel and vowing never to do it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Malcolm Glazer to do a Michael Knighton and appear on the Old Trafford pitch before the first match of the season, ball-juggling and giving it large in front of the Stretford End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Cock Jol to be given at job at Spurs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Graeme Souness to announce after a defeat: "Fair play. We were beaten by the better team."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Graeme Souness to announce after a victory: "We owe it all to Lady Luck and the referee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Gilberto Silva to pass the ball forward, occasionally accurately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Something interesting to happen at Fulham FC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) Sir Alex Ferguson to fulfil all his post-match obligations to the press (and not just MUTV). Even when ManYoo lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) The words 'Kleberson' and 'World Cup winner' not to be found ascloseasthat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Robbie Keane to play well for his club and not just his country. And then add something new to that celebration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) Martin Tyler to be restored to the role of full-time Sky Sports commentator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Dean Kiely to have dental surgery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) The FA and Premier League to ban the use of gloves. Or, in Ryan Giggs' case, tights. It's just not right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) The Sun not to publish a photo of Coleen out shopping for the duration of at least one week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Paul Merson to confess he's addicted to interviews.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) Ian Ridley to confess he's addicted to Tony Adams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) The new Wembley to be completed on time and on budget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) To end the impression that we are being short-changed of entertainment, all fights to take place out on the pitch in front of the fans rather than in the tunnel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Mark Hughes and all Blackburn apologists not to accuse the soft London media of bias following a public outcry at Bellamy/Savage/Dickov/Todd decapitating a member of the opposing team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) Jose to publish on the internet all the notes he makes during matches. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) All the text messages sent by David O'Leary in the past three years also to be published on the internet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) Alan Shearer to unveil a new celebration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) Roy Keane to grow an afro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39) Tony Adams to speak up. And then say something that doesn't involve Wayne Rooney being dropped by England.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40) Rio Ferdinand to admit that, on second thoughts, £100k a week is an obscenely large amount of money and he has absolutely no idea how he could ever contemplate turning it down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41) Only very, very good players to wear coloured boots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42) All footballers who have a newspaper column to jettison their ghost writers and write their own words themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43) Sir Alex Ferguson to spontaneously combust upon being informed that Old Trafford had run out of red wine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44) Sky Sports to publish the viewing figures of all their PPTV matches so we can find out how many mugs voluntarily gave up £9.99 in order to watch 90 minutes of Birmingham v Bolton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45) Eric Djemba-Djemba to confirm the long-standing suspicion that he is Ali Dia's long-lost half-brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46) The catchphrase 'Jay-Jay Okocha: So good they named him twice' to be officially dropped on account of Djemba-Djemba's existence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47) Emile Heskey to form Vertically-Challenged Anonymous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48) Nancy D'whateverhernameis not to be given a plum seat in the director's box for a sold-out match on the grounds that she is the England coach's occasional squeeze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49) Paul Sturrock to mark his return to Southampton with Sheffield Wednesday by sitting in the visitors' dug-out and eating a large bacon and egg sandwich throughout the 90 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50) Lee Bowyer to do as he said and die for Newcastle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112664597323706497?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664597323706497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664597323706497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-of-my-favorites-fifty-things.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112664520740640853</id><published>2005-09-14T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:08:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a big fan of Football365 quotes of the week...Why you might ask???Read on....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Fuk off you c**t" - Wayne Rooney greets Steve McClaren in the England dressing at half-time in Belfast last Wednesday night. Allegedly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "F**k off you flash bastard" - And Wayne hails his skipper. Allegedly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "F**k off" - Wayne shares the camaraderie with Rio. Definitely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Just because I am not shouting, it has nothing to do with motivation or passion. I care" - Sven Goran Eriksson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It was a moment of great pride for me; the next day I bought every newspaper and they've gone in the loft so that I can show my grandkids" - Norn Ireland 'keeper Maik Taylor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "For me, the England defeat was not so bad because I want Danny to get back into the squad. He will kill me for saying this, but he has been playing really well this season. Alan Curbishley, his manager at Charlton, has been talking him up and although I know I'm biased, I thought he deserved to be back in" - Mrs Danny Murphy, Joanna Taylor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "You dream of a dream start, but you have to be realistic" - Michael Owen wakes up to the Newcastle nightmare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It is easy to talk but better to wait" - Rafa Benitez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "We know we're not very popular these days" - Frank Lampard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "If Liverpool can win it then we can win it too - Arsene Wenger assesses Arsenal's Champions League prospects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "We've got to believe we can survive and we're only two points behind Newcastle" - Mick McCarthy puts Sunderland matters in perspective.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It was a long shot, but it wasn't a publicity stunt. He wanted to play football, and we would have given him that opportunity in a World Cup year" - Paul Jewell on Wigan's attempts to sign Owen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Whether he'd get in this team, I don't know" - Jewell's follow-up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Today, Terek are more than a team for the Chechen Republic. It is annoying that the fate of a whole nation, its mood, is decided by referees... Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, we ask for your intervention in the situation. At the beginning we thought this was a refereeing error. Now, when over seven months these errors repeat themselves from game to game, we have no doubt: it is a purposeful attack on the Chechen team by the refereeing body. It is obvious that in Russian football there are people who are interested in Terek leaving the elite of Russian football and returning to the first division" - Terek, a Chechen club on the verge of relegation from the Russian Premier League, sends an open letter to the PM asking for a bit of help. And you thought Jose was paranoid. At the time of writing, there's been no response from the Kremlin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "With Fernando Morientes and Crouch we can have the best attack in the country" - Xabi Alonso gets a tad carried away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "A chairman can do no more than back his manager and the team, and we have done that to the tune of around £50 million since January, which is second only to Chelsea in terms of spending" - Freddie Shepherd lays it on the line to Graeme Souness. Or at least puts his head on the line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It was an incredibly average game" - Sam Allardyce reviews Bolton v Blackburn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Necessity overrules entertainment" - And then provides a rather damning explanation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "After two or three years in the Premiership people were talking about Europe for us, but I look at the average gates and we're fourth or fifth from bottom. Certainly with our averages wages we're fourth or fifth from bottom" - Alan Curbishley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I could do with going home, getting a change of clothes and finding somewhere to stay" - Michael Owen hasn't quite settled into life at Newcastle, then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I will behave differently in Europe this season if Europe behaves differently to me" - Jose Mourinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "You need luck to win the Champions League, you do not need luck to win the Premiership. I'll never forget that I was European champion because of a last-minute goal at Old Trafford. I'll never forget that last year we didn't go to the final without our opponent scoring. We went out without conceding a goal, Liverpool went through without scoring" - Here's a little more from Jose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Clubs are better than national teams all over the world. In football clubs, if the players are good and the manager is good, they can play blindfold. In national teams it's not that easy as the players arrive for a while and have few days to train. At the coaches' meeting in Geneva we all believed that the best competition is the Champions League, not the World Cup. Everybody arrived at that conclusion. The quality in the Champions League is the highest in modern football. That's not a criticism, it's a reality" - And a final helping this week just for luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I think it's difficult for us to win the league this season when you look at Chelsea's signings and the start they have made. It will be a long process because we haven't got the finances that Manchester United and Chelsea have - Jamie Carragher has an encounter with realism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I thought we were the better team. To come here and win is fantastic. The next thing is to go and win at Old Trafford" - Wigan chairman Dave Whelan makes the obvious leap after winning at WBA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Everyone's fallen in love with cricket" - Steven Gerrard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "To bring home the Ashes, it's going to be fantastic. Not only for us but for every sport. David Beckham's been talking about the Ashes. Football talking about cricket! It's never happened" - Matthew Hoggard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "A couple of weeks ago I was asked about the reception Charlton fans gave Palace when they drew with us on the final day of last season, a result that relegated us. I said their fans - who revelled in it, abused us and even did the bloody conga - had behaved like morons...In retrospect, of course, I regret calling them morons. Imbeciles would have been more appropriate. Quite apart from the fact that we gave Charlton a home in the 1980s when they were bust, I was objecting to the way they - and their chairman - celebrated the draw as if they had won the Champions League. Rivalry is great, it's healthy, but this went beyond all that - they were like walking tabloids: lapping up misery and knocking people down" - Crystal Palace Simon Jordan opens up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It is a miracle that I live. But if Jesus stumbled, then why not I?" - Diego Maradona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It wasn't his best-ever game" - Robert Green reviews David James' performance in Copenhagen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Whatever happens, if anything it is going to be a positive for us. And a positive means a good thing" - Alan Pardew makes a crucial clarification.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I always used to go to Southend on holiday with my mum and dad. We used to have a caravan there and would walk down the front with fish and chips so it will be nice to go back there" ' 'Arry Redknapp reveals how important the Carling Cup is for Southampton this season.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It is beyond my understanding why they play these meaningless, waste-of-time friendlies one week into the season" - Graeme Souness. And there's more, so much more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Nobody benefits other than a few quid in the coffers of the respective FAs. When I was a player, we were encouraged not to play in them. If I'm looking at a player I would never go to watch them in a friendly. It's a waste of time" - And more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "We're in a business, a unique business. The analogy I would give would be that I have a factory with 20 expensive machines, some costing millions of pounds, and five or six times a year, somebody comes along and says, 'Look, I'm going to borrow these machines, I'm not going to pay you for borrowing these machines, I'm going to use them and abuse at times - sometimes I'm going to return them broken.' It's just so outrageous in the modern game that this can happen."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "One of the greatest difficulties of our job is we create eleven unemployed people every Friday and on Monday we employ them again and act as if nothing happened" - Arsene Wenger on the art of management.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Nothing" - Mido on what he would do if he wasn't a footballer. Apparently, his family back in Egypt are of the rather rich variety...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "As a footballer you don't want to keep moving or be the subject of speculation" - Tim Cahill is very odd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "He'll always have a place in my heart, but there was no meeting and no sex. It's simply not true that we are still in contact. I wish I was but I'm not" - Faria Alam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "We had a staff that needed a cuddle" – FA chief executive Brian Barwick recalls the mood inside Soho Square when he arrived in the immediate aftermath of Alamgate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "He's one of the best athletes I've worked with" - Glenn Hoddle on Darren Anderton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Jose's a very, very likeable fella. He's got the lot, hasn't he? He's got a nice big rich owner, good looks, suntan, great teeth, a great coat" - Steve Bruce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "He seems to have problems understanding things. Maybe he should have an IQ test" - Jose responds to Ricardo Carvalho's rather ill-advised complaint at being omitted from the Chelski team to play Wigan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I didn't give him the chance to explain. He speaks only when I want" - And here's Jose reviewing his subsequent meeting with Carvalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I haven't got anything to clarify. The player concerned has retired from international football" - John Toshack's non-clarification clarification on the absence of Robbie Savage from the Wales squad. Time to buy a mobile, though, John?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "At Anfield we had a fantastic young squad that needed guiding through and I was told that the clear instruction to Houllier was to make that happen. Instead he spent well over a hundred million on bringing in foreign players and sold off nearly all the young internationals and prospects that he had inherited" - The 'not bitter' Robbie Fowler remembers Gerard Houllier with limited affection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Their first attack at home to Liverpool didn't come until 23 mintues" - Martin Jol prepares for the visit of those intrepid entertainers, Middlesbrough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Certain players who have big things expected of them don't deliver at the moment" - George Boateng spots the problem at Boro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I didn't realise the officials were going to be this bad at this level" - Wrexham boss Denis Smith struggles to adapt to life in League Two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "All our defenders will be made to look at a video of that game because, in all my time as a football manager and player, I have never seen such appalling defending. It was embarrassing, disgusting, and disgraceful" - Terry Butcher remains relaxed after his Motherwell side conceded five against Dundee United.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Our target is sustainability, to become a Premiership fixture like Charlton. We don't want to go to the next level because we know we can't" - Sam Allardyce looks ambition squarely in the eye and decides to give it a miss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "I don't envy Chelsea at all because I feel I have a good chance to be successful with the money available here and the way I work" - Arsene Wenger. Although he was speaking before Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "It doesn't seem the right time to say it after being beaten 4-1 but, when it matters, there wouldn't be a problem against Denmark. I don't think that, I know it" - Gary Neville adds another chapter to the great 'then why bother with friendlies?' debate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "As a team it was a shambles" - Steven Gerrard on you know what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* "Because I knew I wasn't going to start, I had not gone through my usual warm-up. You should prepare to play. For once I didn't adhere to that and everyone saw the result" - David James signs his international suicide note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112664520740640853?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664520740640853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664520740640853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-big-fan-of-football365-quotes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112664420682298972</id><published>2005-09-14T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T04:43:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Champion's League till 5 am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Classes at 10 till 830....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone please give me an adrenaline shot.....I think I might need it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways the scores are as follow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lyon (Fra) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=205,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_F&amp;game=139963" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Real Madrid (Spa) (Are we seeing the fall of the Galacticos???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AC Milan (Ita) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=137,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_E&amp;game=139947" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Fenerbahce (Tur) (Yay....1 up for Milan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PSV Eindhoven (Hol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=137,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_E&amp;game=139948" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Schalke (Ger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chelsea (Eng) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=86,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_G&amp;game=139976" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Anderlecht (Bel) (1 of the richest clubs with the top players can only get a goal...Funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real Betis (Spa) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=120,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_G&amp;game=139975" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Liverpool (Eng) (Winning start for us)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olympiakos (Gre) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=137,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_F&amp;game=139964" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 - 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Rosenborg (Nor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Petrzalka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=137,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_H&amp;game=139987" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;0 - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Inter Milan (Ita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rangers (Sco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="scorelink" onclick="window.open('','match_details','width=400,height=188,menubar=no,status=no,location=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes')" href="http://www.livescore.com/default.dll/Game?comp=cl_group_H&amp;game=139988" target="match_details"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; FC Porto (Por)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112664420682298972?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664420682298972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112664420682298972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/champions-league-till-5-am.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112606411052406411</id><published>2005-09-07T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:35:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just run away from reality and live in a world of fantasy on my own....It's so much easier when the place I'm at is so much different from right now....Where people are not bitches and they think more with their soul instead of their mouth.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's wrong some might ask.....In all due respect I don't know myself....All I know is that I miss my friend....Amazing what a relationship could do to a friendship....There's been times when I'm tempted to pick up the phone and call him up but alas...I don't wish to get into another bout of bitching with his girlfriend who is opposed to the idea of a guy having a girl as a friend or vice versa just cause he has a girlfriend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't really care what she says....If anyone knows me..They would know that I normally don't give a damn about what people say,think or do.....But to me,he doesn't stand up enough for this friendship...He doesn't fight hard to keep it....And that's what really saddens me...Yeah he'll say this and that to his girlfriend but nothing of substance really....Everybody has been telling me good riddance but how could I say good riddance to someone that has been one of my confidantes for the past few years.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How do you say goodbye to a friend???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112606411052406411?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112606411052406411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112606411052406411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-just-run-away.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112594170209563887</id><published>2005-09-06T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:35:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SCORPIO AND CAPRICORN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a very hard combination to analyze. All of Scorpio's powerful passions find a welcome here. Scorpio's volatile emotions tend to open up brooding, inner directed Capricorn, and the zesty goings-on add savor to a warm emotional relationship. Capricorn even likes Scorpio's jealousy-for that makes Capricorn feel secure. These two share a sense of purpose: they are ambitious, determined, serious about responsibility-and as a team have good auguries for financial success. On the other hand, They can reach an agreement on a stable homelife and financial matters but little else as the personalties here are too widely diverse to support a long term relationship. Should Scorpio try to force his/her personal views on Capricorn or try any of the other controlling ploys Capricorn will soon see through his/her efforts at manipulation and will become very angry. A nice quiet life will not likely be achieved with these two. Sexually, Scorpio is the more active sign and may feel that Capricorn is not being true when Capricorn persists in bringing his/her work to bed or begs off with a headache. In business these two signs can make for a good partnership as each have much to offer the business. Capricorn and Scorpio will find it easy to agree on the financial aspects of the business and Capricorn will work hard as this is the life blood to him. These two are also apt to become good friends in the process. The higher type scorpio will also contribute much and is willing to let Capricorn do the head work while he does the leg work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112594170209563887?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112594170209563887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112594170209563887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/scorpio-and-capricorn-this-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112594152751940247</id><published>2005-09-06T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:32:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As the &lt;strong&gt;eighth sign&lt;/strong&gt; of the zodiac, &lt;strong&gt;Scorpio&lt;/strong&gt; represents the eighth stage in the evolution of man and his place in the universe. This stage is concerned with an emotional development that goes beyond Cancerian concern with home and family. Scorpio's emotional involvement is not based on love or pleasure, but on the control and understanding of human emotions and the role they play in the mysterious process of life and death. Though all Scorpios do not spend their lives pondering the mysteries of life and death, most of them are inquisitive, probing individuals. They are fascinated with how things work, especially people. Their mental and physical powers of recuperation are remarkable, and truly evolved Scorpios can learn to use their power to help and inspire others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpios&lt;/strong&gt; are the &lt;strong&gt;most intense, profound, powerful characters&lt;/strong&gt; in the zodiac. Even when they appear self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. They are like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. But those of us who are particularly perceptive will be aware of the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of Scorpio. In conventional social gatherings they are pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; they sometimes &lt;strong&gt;possess penetrating eyes&lt;/strong&gt; which make their &lt;strong&gt;shyer companions feel naked and defenseless &lt;/strong&gt;before them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In their everyday behavior they give the appearance of &lt;strong&gt;being withdrawn&lt;/strong&gt; from the center of activity, yet those who know them will recognize the watchfulness that is part of their character. They &lt;strong&gt;need great self-discipline&lt;/strong&gt;, because they are able to recognize the qualities in themselves that make them different from other humans, and to know their utterly conventional natures can be used for great good, or great evil. Their &lt;strong&gt;tenacity and willpower are immense, their depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming&lt;/strong&gt;, yet they are &lt;strong&gt;deeply sensitive and easily moved by their emotions&lt;/strong&gt;. Their &lt;strong&gt;sensitivity&lt;/strong&gt;, together with a &lt;strong&gt;propensity for extreme likes and dislikes&lt;/strong&gt; make them easily hurt, &lt;strong&gt;quick to detect insult or injury to themselves&lt;/strong&gt; (often when none is intended) and &lt;strong&gt;easily aroused to ferocious anger&lt;/strong&gt;. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that they make &lt;strong&gt;lifelong enemies by their outspokenness&lt;/strong&gt;, for they find it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom they take a dislike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Modern astrologers assign Pluto, planet of intensity and depth, as the ruler of Scorpio. Ancient astrologers (unaware of Pluto's existence) assigned Mars, planet of fire and energy, as the ruler of Scorpio. Both of these planets can be seen to influence the nature of those born in Scorpio. The focus and concentration of their expressions and personality makes them appear magnetic and powerful. The fiery energy of Mars that is exhibited when they are enthusiastic attracts and inspire others. Their intensity can be overwhelming but also subtle. Their considerable energy is not aroused or employed just to have something to do as is often the case with Aries, the other Mars-ruled personality. Unlike Aries, Scorpio is not openly combative unless it becomes necessary. Their &lt;strong&gt;privacy is tightly protected&lt;/strong&gt;, and others get to know them only up to a certain point. They may not show any sign of inner struggle but when they are after something or someone their &lt;strong&gt;determination is fierce&lt;/strong&gt;. Should they not be favored in the outcome, they are &lt;strong&gt;not willing or gracious losers&lt;/strong&gt;. They are &lt;strong&gt;not arrogant&lt;/strong&gt; and, in fact, are quite interested in others and what others have to say. However they often exhibit a self-sufficiency that implies there isn't much they don't already know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being so gifted, they can find fulfillment in many employments. Their inner intensity can result in the ice-cold self-control and detachment of the surgeon, the concentration of the research scientist, and the heroism of the soldier. Any profession in which analysis, investigation, research, dealing with practicalities, and the solving of mysteries are relevant, can appeal to them. So police and detective work, espionage and counterespionage, the law, physics or psychology may attract them, and they can become masters of the written and spoken word. They may be most persuasive orators and find fulfillment as diplomats or preachers and, if they make the Church their profession, their inner intensity can express itself in the spiritual fervor of the mystic or the thaumaturgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scorpio individuals are &lt;strong&gt;enigmatic, strong-willed, and passionate&lt;/strong&gt;. People born under this sign are considered to be dynamic and &lt;strong&gt;extreme in their opinions&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpios need a positive avenue of expression in career, love, and creative achievement or their feelings turn inward, imprisoned, and at times even destructive. The positive aspect of Scorpio is their &lt;strong&gt;unswerving dedication&lt;/strong&gt; once their emotions are engaged. The Scorpio energy, drive, and endurance are legend. Above all, the Scorpio seeks to give life a meaningful pattern, to find a deeper purpose. Controversially, &lt;strong&gt;Scorpios are ruthless enemies&lt;/strong&gt;, they &lt;strong&gt;never forgive an injury and will wait years to get even&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpio is a fierce competitor, though often they manage to conceal this from others. Scorpios file away pieces of information, facts, names and don't hesitate to use what they know if the occasion arises. Astrologers forget to emphasize how loving, generous, kind, loyal, even the gentle quality of a Scorpio. A Scorpio never forgets a kind gesture and tries to repay it handsomely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Scorpio lover, the nature of this sign is more complicated. The typical Scorpio is interested in marriage and long-term commitment. To Scorpio, &lt;strong&gt;love is an intensely passionate and enduring emotion that may be directed at one person only&lt;/strong&gt;. Love is central to the life of typical Scorpios and inspires many of their ambitions and actions. It is true those Scorpio men and women have &lt;strong&gt;strong sexual appetites and require a deep physical attraction towards their lover&lt;/strong&gt;. Suspicious and wary, Scorpios are &lt;strong&gt;reluctant to trust their heart&lt;/strong&gt; to anyone. But &lt;strong&gt;once they do, they love deeply&lt;/strong&gt;. With a Scorpio, it is usually &lt;strong&gt;all or nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpios are passionate in love, and passionate about everything in which they become involve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Scorpio friend, as a rule only has &lt;strong&gt;a few friends&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;expects loyalty from them&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpio is &lt;strong&gt;not a natural socializer&lt;/strong&gt;, but will &lt;strong&gt;keep close friends for many years&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpios are &lt;strong&gt;loners who look to themselves to solve problems&lt;/strong&gt;. It is often said that a Scorpio wants to &lt;strong&gt;know everyone's secret&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;never willingly divulges his or her own&lt;/strong&gt;. Scorpio natives have a great wisdom and are often sought as life guides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scorpio colors are &lt;strong&gt;red, black, midnight blue, and emerald green&lt;/strong&gt;. Vulnerable parts of the body are the reproductive organs and excretory system. Headaches, infections, and fevers are Scorpio complaints. &lt;strong&gt;Topaz&lt;/strong&gt; is Scorpio's birthstone. The Roman naturalist, Pliny the Elder, traced the name to the Island of Topazos which, in Greek means "to guess. " This meaning is a fair description of the inquisitive, mystery-loving nature of Scorpio. Topaz, one of the hardest minerals, cannot be cut with a knife. It is yet another representation of the impenetrable Scorpio nature. Scorpio flowers include the anemone, heather, and gardenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112594152751940247?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112594152751940247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112594152751940247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-eighth-sign-of-zodiac-scorpio.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112512201528243695</id><published>2005-08-27T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:53:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know the Super Cup is just a glorified friendly to some...And totally useless to thers but a trophy is a trophy regardless.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shebby Singh said Liverpool of new is unlike Liverpool of old who played fanciful football and won cups...Whereas Liverpool of new just win cups without the pretty football...Who cares as long as a win is in hand.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And we are 2 up on Abramovich....Yeah Chelsea beat us in the league games but we beat them when it mattered most....And now we beat CSKA....which is also a club under the Abramovich's 'umbrella'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now Chelsea and Liverpool meeting again in the group stage of the Champion's League...My mouth is salivating at that thought......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's wait and see......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112512201528243695?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112512201528243695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112512201528243695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112496248318454918</id><published>2005-08-25T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:34:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; chilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE MUSIC GENRES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; hip hop and everything that goes in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; rock and roll and everything that goes in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; reggae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Grand Funk Railroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE SINGERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Heartbreaker by Grand Funk Railroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Breaking The Girl by RHCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; I Alone by Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Mafia movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Romantic Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Psycho Thrillers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE MOVIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; The Godfather Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; all 6 Star Wars movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Donnie Brasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE TV SHOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; all 3 CSI's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; who's line is it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; The Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE BOOKS TO READ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; The Godfather by Mario Puzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Father's Lies by Janet Inglis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE ACTORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Al Pacino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Denzel Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE ACTRESSES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Jodie Foster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Halle Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Meg Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE FOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Nasi lemak from Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; gelato from Victors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; Caramel Frappucino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Ice vanilla latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE FRUITS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; mangosteens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; rambutans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE PLACES TO CHILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Starbucks at Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE WORDS OR EXPRESSION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; what the fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; forgetaboutit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE CLOTHING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; t-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE ACTIVITIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; hanging out with Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; talking early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; spending time with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE FOOTBALL CLUBS (from the 3 known leagues):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Liverpool FC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; AC Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Real Betis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE PEOPLE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; my kids aka my students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE EXPERIENCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; being alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; backpacking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112496248318454918?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112496248318454918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112496248318454918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-favorite-hobbies-reading-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112496100923432069</id><published>2005-08-25T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:30:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; scootergirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; azzazeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; pwincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; my eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; my tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my eyebags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE ATTITUDES YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; my directness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; my cynicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE ATTITUDES YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; confrontational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; egoistical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; bad tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; becoming a yes-man (or woman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; my hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; my bag (complete with books and stuffs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Babe's Trainspotting t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my rings and necklaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; bermudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; expressive eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; sincere laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; huggable body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE CHARACTERS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEALS TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; matured and stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; go on a vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; hang out at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; being with Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; restaurant owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; cafe owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; event organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; Liverpool England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; Tibet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; have grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; find the true meaning of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; rough natured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; egoistical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; no gentleness in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; I have the necessary 'equipments'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; I bitch and whine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; I love being pampered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THREE HEROES IN MY LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&gt; my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&gt; my Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&gt; and of course......ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112496100923432069?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112496100923432069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112496100923432069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-screen-names-you-have-had.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112482714250593481</id><published>2005-08-24T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:59:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to get this out of my head...It's been bothering me for so long.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a full time tutor....Not really my first choice for a job but after doing it for so long..I've learnt to enjoy it though I do bitch about it at times especially when the kids are giving me headaches after headaches...But despite all those I do enjoy the work...It's the kind of job that allows you to stay young no matter what's your age....&lt;br /&gt;I once offered an acquaintance,let's call her B,a class since she was not working....My only thoughts were to help her out...Maybe she could do it while trying to look for another job....But the response I got was not the response I expected....I didn't care that she said no....It was afterall just an offer but it's the way she answered that irritated the hell out of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The answer I got was "Tuition" but with a tone so condescending that I wonder what is wrong with giving tuition as a job....It is a decent job...Yeah...Our job is not as important as a teacher but it is still needed...Tutors are the ones that parents turn to when their kids need help or when the teachers are doing a half-assed job in school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is an honest job....Maybe to her being a tutor is not glamorous enough...Who wants to answer "I'm a tutor" when asked what line are you in???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what most people don't realise is that the job of a tutor is highly stressful...If the kids don't do well...The teachers don't get the blame..The tutors do....And the kids expect you to be a walking encylopaedia with all the answers to their questions....Not to mention tutors have to keep up-to-date with the latest syllabus in school...And the most recent problem solving methods....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have seen some reaction of the 'common' people when I mention that I am a tutor...There are some who goes 'Oh,that's a good job but why aren't you a teacher?'....Or 'Isn't it better to be a teacher'....Or 'Is there even any career prospects in being a tutor?'....But the icing on the cake was 'Why don't you have a proper job since giving tuition seems to be such an easy way to earn money...You sit down..Talk cock and at the end of the day you get the money'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really loved the last question since it showed me how ignorant some people are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess what most people don't really know is that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) Though a tutor works at their own time..It's really that our time is the students' time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) We need to do a lot of behind the scene work...Aka...We have to find out about the latest methods being taught in school without stepping into class...Aka...Self study.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) The pay is not really that good....Maybe for those who charges are sky high but not all of us can afford to do that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4) During the exam period...Our life is more chaotic than normal....Extra classes...Extra work...Extra stress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5) After the exam period...It's 'nail-biting' period....Worried if any of our kids do badly...And if they do..What mistakes have we done.....And how we can correct it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6) No vacations....Even during the school holidays...I don't know about the rest but for me...Monthlong school vacation normally means a week break from class....Then back to work...No holiday even during the public holidays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7) Cracking your brains almost every night trying to figure out a way to explain something to a kid or how to attract their attention....Which is not always easy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That to me is just partial of it...It's a tough pressure but the pressure is what,to me,makes a person do the job better....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So when a person just dismisses the idea of being a tutor with a 'I'm too good to do that' tone of voice....Yeah...I would be pissed since she is,to me,indirectly looking down on the profession that my sisters and myself, not to mention the other people who chose this line,have chosen and tried to do our best in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So in case there are others out there who have the same kind of attitude as B...Ask yourself this question first....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you think you have the balls to do it???Coz if you don't then I would suggest you keep your mouth shut and go back to your pathetic life.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112482714250593481?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112482714250593481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112482714250593481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-to-get-this-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112482517813245288</id><published>2005-08-24T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:26:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have this thing about tutoring young kids....I mean those in the range of 7 to 10 year olds...I just think they're a bit too hard to handle....You need to crack your brains trying to think of the simplest way to explain to them things and yet you know there's no other ways to explain it...Patience is really the virtue as you have to be patient with almost everything....From the squirming to the 'I'm too tired to study'...You need to have their mentality which right now with my advanced age I find it difficult to do......And you need to keep on finding new ways to entertain them so they'll keep on being interested in their studies.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I keep on hoping that I won't get lower primary kids for class....And yet I've been getting lower primary kids....I don't care if I were to get primary 6 kids or even secondary 3 kids..I just feel like they're so much easier to handle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But no...As a reward to my prayers of strictly only upper primary to secondary kids...I was rewarded with more primary 1's and 2's....How ironical is life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all I can do right now is try to figure out what the latest cartoon for the boys and girls are....So I could at least talk to my kids when they tell me all about it....Anyone out there keeps up to date with the latest cartoon???I'm open to suggestions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hehehehe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112482517813245288?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112482517813245288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112482517813245288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-this-thing-about-tutoring-young.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112463300278365946</id><published>2005-08-21T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:04:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I came across this blog page which criticises Malays in general.....And I was laughing to myself when I read through the comments...I wonder why these people actually gave him/her the satisfaction of commenting since it's clearly what the person wants....&lt;br /&gt;It is simply trying to be the centre of attention.....Which is so sad to me...I couldn't be bothered...Why give it the satisfaction....(I know I used the word it but I don't actually know if it's a guy or a girl...Thus the word it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me....It was an experience and an eye opener....I didn't know that narrow minded people still exists in the world....Or maybe it thinks that it is Hitler's grandkid from an unknown source....Whatever it is.....I hope it is happy doing what it is doing....I know I'll be laughing each and everytime I read the entries......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goody.....Another source of entertainment for me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you too wanna be entertained.....Head on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesecondholocaust.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.thesecondholocaust.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; for more laughs....Just be sure to have an open mind and not be offended too easily coz it clearly wishes to annoy you.....Be like me and laugh the entries away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112463300278365946?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112463300278365946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112463300278365946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-came-across-this-blog-page-which.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112430008276135531</id><published>2005-08-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:34:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was watching Rockstar:INXS just now when MiG sang the song 'Baby I love your way'...Honestly I only heard the reggae version of the song....Never the actual song....And when he sang it just with a piano as an accompanient....I totally fell hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Know how a certain song could just trigger of a smile or a memory???That was what happened...I was transported back to when I first knew my angel...Our first conversation...What brought us together...And what attracted me to him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never could pinpoint the exact detail of why I really fell for him...In fact I can't even remember when I actually fell for him....One moment all we wanted from each other was just friendship...But somehow that friendship evolved into something else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was smiling the whole way when that memory was playing in my mind....It was something funny and humorous...And yet beneath it all....It was the beginning of a complex love story which would hopefully one day end with a happy ending....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are just 2 imperfect people with an imperfect relationship but that imperfection is what makes us and our relationship perfect to each other....And that is enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Love Your Way by Peter Frampton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shadows grow so long before my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they're moving across the page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suddenly the day turns into night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Far away from the city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't hesitate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cuz your love won't wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna tell you I love your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna be with you night and day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moon appears to shine and light the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With the help of some fireflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine I can see them under the pine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cuz your love won't wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna tell you I love your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna be with you night and day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cuz your love won't wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can see the sunset in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brown and grey and blue besides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clouds are stalking islands in the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish I could buy one out of season &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cuz your love won't wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna tell you I love your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna be with you night and day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna tell you I love your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna be with you night and day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112430008276135531?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112430008276135531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112430008276135531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-watching-rockstarinxs-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112414011011539503</id><published>2005-08-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:08:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be Yourself  by Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone falls to pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepin all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To finally drift away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And another only pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down inside himself he prays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another runs away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Separate or united?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't lose any sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure everything will end up alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may win or lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112414011011539503?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112414011011539503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112414011011539503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-yourself-by-audioslave-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112413918326625690</id><published>2005-08-16T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:55:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rockstar:INXS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Surviving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/marty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/marty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/mig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Marty Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/mig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/mig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MiG Ayesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/ty1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/ty1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ty Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/jordis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/jordis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jordis Unga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/suzie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/suzie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suzie Mcneil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/deana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/deana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deanna Johnston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/Jd1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/Jd1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;J.D. Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jessica Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112413918326625690?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413918326625690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413918326625690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/rockstarinxs-surviving-marty-casey-mig.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112413814890265193</id><published>2005-08-16T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:38:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eliminated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/brandon2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/brandon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandon Calhoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/dana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/dana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dana Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/daphna.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/daphna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daphna Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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;strong&gt;Heather Luttrell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/neal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/neal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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;strong&gt;Neal Carlson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/RockStarwill2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/RockStarwill2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/neal1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wil Seabrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/200/tara.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tara Slone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/neal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112413814890265193?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413814890265193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413814890265193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/eliminated-brandon-calhoon-dana.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112413545300578251</id><published>2005-08-16T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:50:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For those of you who enjoys watching Rockstar:Inxs like me....You should really check out their websites..I normally check out the vids after the show just to watch the performances that I like...Anyways...The site would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockstar.msn.com/videos"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://rockstar.msn.com/videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; for the videos or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockstar.msn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://rockstar.msn.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; for the actual site....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112413545300578251?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413545300578251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413545300578251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-those-of-you-who-enjoys-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112413286780162113</id><published>2005-08-16T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:07:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never knew that friends are such cheap commodities now.....They can be traded of for a new love or a new passion....Well...Most friends anyways.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been going cold turkey for the past week or so from contacting a close friend of mine...I didn't want anything to do with him eversince his partner called me up to tell me to back off...I still can't understand why should she feel threatened of me...But at the same time..Me  being a girl I would somehow or rather comprehend what she might go through...Who wants her guy to be friends with a girl who understands him better than she does????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the wierdest thing is that she knows that I am in a happy relationship now....And I have no thoughts of just stealing her guy and running away in the sunset..If truth be told...I doubt that would happen even if I am single...I have no wish to babysit little boys cause that's exactly what he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I'm trying to do now is get used to the fact that I can no longer have bitching sessions with him....And no more late nights trying to find a fantastic place to get our supper....Not even telling each other about the new toys the other has....From talking or meeting each other on every other days to not meeting nor calling each other at all.....We have been reduced to strangers passing in the night just cause of a female.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not only does that sound pathetic....It is sad as well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well....Life goes on....I just hope that he'll be as happy as I am....Hopefully....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112413286780162113?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413286780162113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112413286780162113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-never-knew-that-friends-are-such.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112371167684229896</id><published>2005-08-11T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T06:07:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's the problem....Was watching Liverpool's game just now......Fell asleep during the halftime....And thus missed the 2nd half.....Grrrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just woken up from a nice slumber....Scratched my head...Wondering why I woke up when I did.....Looked around....Everything was fine....Scratched my head....Thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then the lightbulb lighted up.....I forgot....Normally I'll be having my late night/early morning conversations right now.....Yerp....It's 6 no doubt....I'll be dialing Babe's number and waiting patiently for him to answer and then yakety yak till it's time for him to head to work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grrrrr.............Oh well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112371167684229896?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112371167684229896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112371167684229896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112366484097137332</id><published>2005-08-10T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:07:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/1600/DSCN1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5556/449/320/DSCN1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You Are The One" by HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No I won't surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At any cost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're something so sweet and tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes I've done my evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've done my good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just believe me honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won't let go off you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's no regrets at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's no regrets at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We've had our share of misfortune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We've had our blues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And God is on our side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes it's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We keep forgetting baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The beauty of us two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is no one who can take that away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's no regrets at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's no regrets at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;post script:I amended the line "God is not on our side" to "God is on our side"...So please don't keep telling me about the omission....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112366484097137332?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112366484097137332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112366484097137332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-are-one-by-him-no-i-wont-surrender.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112364686099218302</id><published>2005-08-10T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:07:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am getting ready as this entry is being typed up.....It is a school holiday today....The day after National Day holiday....And needless to say since I am in the 'corrupting' kids industry my kids are running riot not wanting any classes......And yet their parents are insisting on it....And I wonder why....It's not like their parents who are the ones who have to study or to teach them...Sometimes parents don't realise that it's hard to teach kids who don't wish to learn..They are in holiday mode....And believe me...When kids are in a holiday mode..They really are in holiday mode..Too many interesting cartoons on tv..Too many things to watch and do....Too many excuses given as to why they don't want a class.....And parents don't really understand that....Hei I understand what the kids are going through....Being a kid once myself with a tutor no doubt....I remember all the excuses I use to give when I don't want any tuition....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And after all the countless hours of listening in class and to my tutors...I finally found out one important factor....The best lessons learnt are not in class....Not even in school....The best lessons learnt are the ones you learn on the street....Life lessons can never be taught with books but with experience.....And that is something parents nowadays never seem to realise....They are too focused on the paper certificate that they forgot that qualifications does not always mean success or happiness....I've seen too many 'clever' people being unhappy and unsuccessful.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But after all that's been said or done....I know that when I have my own kid I would expect no less than excellence in whatever he/she does....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah...Yeah...I know....It's hard being a kid to a perfectionist.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112364686099218302?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112364686099218302'/><link 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Singapore has been independent for the past 40 years....There is still people who don't really know how a Singapore flag should be hung.....HILARIOUS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112366508427054853?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112366508427054853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112366508427054853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/although-singapore-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112344759454326496</id><published>2005-08-08T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T04:47:44.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I start...Just a friendly word...I am entering this entry in as part of my experience...No offence meant to anyone who feels that I have crossed the line...As it is about a very sensitive issue...Please be cautioned that this entry is about religion so those who might be offended please refrain from reading.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't really know how I should begin this entry so I'll just be myself and shoot away....&lt;br /&gt;I have always refrained from writing about religion since I know I am not well learned myself...I am not exactly what you would call a regular practising Muslim though I do try to be one now...&lt;br /&gt;But being brought up with religion all around me...It's always there...&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was I think one of my most saddest day...Nothing happened to me thankfully...But it was sad when a fellow Muslim decided to convert to another religion....And sadder still when I found out that she has been a practicing Christian for the past 6 years....&lt;br /&gt;I was at a wedding dinner last Saturday....And though I knew the groom was a foreigner aka white guy and the wedding is held at a hotel....I thought that it would be done in an Islamic way...That the guy would be converting to be an Islam...&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I walked in to the reception area...All eyes were on me....Only then did I realise that Babe and me were the only malays there and I was the only one wearing a head scarf...I kinda felt like an alien with so many people looking but still it was fine...Then I saw it...An altar...&lt;br /&gt;And bells started going off in my mind....An altar at a Muslim wedding???Not possible...&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the programme sheet....Prayers and worship???Holy communion????Something is seriously wrong somewhere.....&lt;br /&gt;I was still taking it all in when I realise that the whole wedding was being done in a Christian ceremony...The moment they started saying their prayers...I immediately told Babe to get going..I was uncomfortable...Make that very uncomfortable.....&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad...I don't have any problems with other religions...I do have friends who are Catholics,Buddhist and Hindus but when a fellow Malay does it...It is kinda sad....&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand why.....So many questions running in my head....And for her to be getting married without her mum by her side.....That must be one of the saddest thing.....&lt;br /&gt;There was something said about being a modern Muslim....But does being modernised mean that we have to accept someone throwing away our religion and embracing another???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I am a modern Muslim....But I am a traditional Islam.....&lt;br /&gt;For those of who do not understand....Figure it out....Maybe one day you'll know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the unnamed friend.....I hope you're happy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112344759454326496?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112344759454326496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112344759454326496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/before-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112344837641588587</id><published>2005-08-01T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T04:59:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As I am writing this down...My heart goes out to my nephew and his wife....Hopefully they will be strong enough for everything that has happened to them in the past 24 hours.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This weekend has been extremely hectic.....A couple of hours of sleep was all I got....In fact...Was all both Babe and me got.....We spent a whole lot of time talking to each other.....Just spending time together and talking....Something that we have not been doing for awhile now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It still amazes me that although we have been together for awhile now but we still manage to spend a couple of hours talking to each other almost every night about everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remember someone saying that once a couple reaches a certain mark in their relationship the conversation would slowly trickle down to a slow stop....And then the couple would have nothing to say to each other and alas fights would start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which makes me so thankful that this time round this relationship of mine is not that way....We do have our silent moments but again thankfully it's not often and not for long.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do realise that it is hard work to keep a relationship.....It is just like growing a plant...It's easy to plant a tree but to cultivate it in a proper manner so that it will be healthy and strong is never easy...Just like a relationship....Never use to realise that......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112344837641588587?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112344837641588587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112344837641588587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-i-am-writing-this-down.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362887.post-112262744043613059</id><published>2005-07-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:51:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a maniac killer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't matter who they are and what they have or haven't done. You still want to kill them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe you have some sort of mental problems or you are this way because of previous deep scars, only you know. But now you are sadistic and&lt;br /&gt;maybe you only like to see a special group of people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are not the most social person in the bunch and people think you are weird. That bothers you somewhat but at least you can entertain yourself&lt;br /&gt;with daydreaming about killing them. After all, they have no idea what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main weapon: Explosives and torture equpiment&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "Insanity: a perfect&lt;br /&gt;rational adjustment to an insane world" - R.D. Lang&lt;br /&gt;Facial expression: Wicked smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7 Types of Intelligence - Which is yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shrimpysteph/quizzes/7%20Types%20of%20Intelligence%20-%20Which%20is%20yours?/"&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8a4ec1c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shrimpysteph/1121314650_Logical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The IQ Test! How smart are you really?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8cdaab4)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shrimpysteph/1121201818_smart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, you get this ending cause you got over half the questions right, and I am surprised! You might actually be smart. You might actually get a good job. You might actually lead a good life unless you turn out to be like the majority of the Brainiacs out there on the streets with no job because of their lack of motivation,&lt;br /&gt;laziness, and boredom with the world because they are too smart. Let's hope you aren't like one of those and succeed... We shall see, shalt we. (By the way, if you are as smart as you seem to be, you would notice that the person above is Albert Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which Hogwarts student are you most like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are most like Harry Potter.You are brave determined and not afraid to break the rules if you have to. You are a natural born leader and you would risk your life for any of your friends.You are strong couragious and almost fearless to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Do You Need in Your Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Adventure" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1115494075_A_adventures.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need adventures.&lt;br /&gt;Real life has been very boring for you and you&lt;br /&gt;can't help but dream away. Nothing is exciting&lt;br /&gt;or fascinating in your life and can't&lt;br /&gt;understand why it all is so dull. You like&lt;br /&gt;having fun, but are probably not a bouncing&lt;br /&gt;person because of that. There is a probability&lt;br /&gt;that you either like to read/watch fantasy or&lt;br /&gt;similar genres, or have a creative side that&lt;br /&gt;lets you release your fantasy world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Kind Of Couple Are You And Your Partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="ooooooooo" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1102743877_cturesan25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the loving couple. Now all couples love&lt;br /&gt;but you two seem to be perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;You hardly fight, you're not afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;your feelings in public, and you understand&lt;br /&gt;each other. That's not to say you don't have&lt;br /&gt;your bumpy points in the road. You may have&lt;br /&gt;huge arguements but you never get over each&lt;br /&gt;other and you put each other first no matter&lt;br /&gt;what. If you mess up you try to see what was&lt;br /&gt;wrong and try to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is your element?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Fire element" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112622960_re.Element.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Fire. Like fire, you have a hot&lt;br /&gt;temper and you can be warm and loving as well&lt;br /&gt;and angry and wild. It all really comes down to&lt;br /&gt;what you are feeling. You have a lot of close&lt;br /&gt;friends who you are very protective over, and&lt;br /&gt;with your temper probably some enemies too. You&lt;br /&gt;are not Miss Popular in school since you are&lt;br /&gt;your own person and don't want to be forced&lt;br /&gt;into behaving this or that way. You are the&lt;br /&gt;untamed wild horse, the kind that everyone&lt;br /&gt;wants to catch. But you don't want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;down for the moment and just keep going with&lt;br /&gt;your little crushes. Your will is strong and if&lt;br /&gt;you set your mind to do something, you will&lt;br /&gt;most likely succeed. But beware, your friends&lt;br /&gt;may not always accept your mood-swinging&lt;br /&gt;behaviour. Even if you don't mean to be mean,&lt;br /&gt;they can still feel hurt. You just need to&lt;br /&gt;start thinking some things through before you&lt;br /&gt;do them, and not always jump in with so much&lt;br /&gt;courage. One day you may be hurt because of&lt;br /&gt;that, but then again, your element isn't fire&lt;br /&gt;if you start to analyse situations before you&lt;br /&gt;act. After all, your nature is to shoot first&lt;br /&gt;and ask the questions later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="cind" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emmareth/1101312645_rish_cind1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;i&gt;Princess,&lt;/i&gt; accustomed to only the&lt;br /&gt;best. Elegant and poised, you believe in High&lt;br /&gt;Standards, and like your standards to be met.&lt;br /&gt;You are gracious and kind, to those you find&lt;br /&gt;deserving; but woe betide anyone who does not&lt;br /&gt;meet your standards, you would dismiss them&lt;br /&gt;with a casual wave of your hand. Not only do&lt;br /&gt;you set high standards for others, you set them&lt;br /&gt;for yourself also, and sometimes find yourself&lt;br /&gt;struggling to meet them. Most of your life you&lt;br /&gt;have gained what you wanted, probably an only&lt;br /&gt;or youngest child, you put you first. However,&lt;br /&gt;saying that, you are not entirely&lt;br /&gt;self-centred,it's simply you've learnt to put&lt;br /&gt;yourself first. When moved, you are capable of&lt;br /&gt;empathy and kindness, and would willingly do&lt;br /&gt;your best to help others; but your life so far&lt;br /&gt;has taught you, that you must come first. You&lt;br /&gt;are also well learned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At your best, you are&lt;br /&gt;kind, gracious, noble and focused; at your&lt;br /&gt;worst you are selfish, dismissive and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't agree with something, you would&lt;br /&gt;nod your head graciously, and refuse to be&lt;br /&gt;swayed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are special, and everyone should&lt;br /&gt;know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was just surfing around and doing nothing in particular...Stumbled  into this quiz site and decided to just do a few for fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362887-112262744043613059?l=scoota21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112262744043613059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362887/posts/default/112262744043613059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scoota21.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-type-of-killer-are-you-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>disturbando pensiero</name><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></entry></feed>
