<?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-12837647</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:20:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mINE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-2912805202950560828</id><published>2009-05-25T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:52:18.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i envy.</title><content type='html'>i envy u , J. u 2 r &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compatible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;all the best to u, J. i hope u cherish her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-2912805202950560828?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/2912805202950560828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=2912805202950560828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/2912805202950560828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/2912805202950560828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-envy.html' title='i envy.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-4144922190032333372</id><published>2009-01-04T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:51:21.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end?</title><content type='html'>issit the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy who noes nth . a guy who can be romantic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy who can onli be involved in sports. a guy who can realli sit by ur side play a nice song for u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who u choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess a normal. girl will definately wans a 1 romantic , and sit by her side,playing a nice song for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G_G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-4144922190032333372?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/4144922190032333372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=4144922190032333372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/4144922190032333372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/4144922190032333372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2009/01/end.html' title='the end?'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-5772183982344232407</id><published>2008-12-15T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:40:58.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her mission.</title><content type='html'>shes going on " A MISSION "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to send her !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to see her again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign oFF&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-5772183982344232407?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/5772183982344232407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=5772183982344232407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/5772183982344232407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/5772183982344232407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/12/her-mission.html' title='her mission.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-8975422305150310853</id><published>2008-12-13T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:56:41.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw her.</title><content type='html'>11.45, 12/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her on 302 bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such coincidence. if i were to take a cab to dexter hse , i wouldnt had met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird feeling juz as the bus stop by at the 1st stop. there she is . noticed her juz halfway as she walk to the back of the bus. i was a little taken aback. i dunno wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, she wave and say hi to mi . and i return the greeting. next she walk towards mi . following behind her was some1. i was trying to figure out issit julian. but doesnt seems to be him. blame mi for my bad eyesight, i cant even see well far nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walk towards mi and sat beside mi . shes more of talking to her fren abt some mission stuffs i guess tt shes involved. but nw and then turn and talk to mi . i realli dunno wat to do, wat to say. im always stucked when shes ard . very weird. i didnt talk much but listened to their conv. more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached her stop but she didnt alight, and ya shes going to her fren hse for somethings.. and alighted at dexter hse stop too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we alighted , i asked her if shes heading the same way or towards 7-11 way. and she replied the other way. so we bid gdbye.. i was walking and walking and turn back a while. she didnt looked back. she wasnt in the vicinity, shes gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking and at dexter hse. i decided to msg her. its been a long time since i msg her. i didnt wanted to disturb her life. (u will nv n0e, shes very cold and sorta ignoring mi. i keep trying, but always getting the disappointed answer. so i guess shes doesnt like wans mi to contact her, and plus she has a bf le. wat is there to msg her u see..). i told her to tc and rest well, she realli looks tired to mi when i took glances of her in the bus. i wanted so much to tell her tt, tts why i decided to msg her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt reply mi so i sorta tot to myself. i felt she wanted to reach hme be4 she reply as mostly she does tt. and it turns out realli as wat i tot . well by tt time we had already met chris and went to lau pa sat to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luffs and jokes ard man. and dexter asked the satay man gt pork. WTH. malay leh. mi, chris and jess was like luffing like fcuk. dexter= pattern king. went up to mount faber afterwhich.&lt;br /&gt;chris as usual will PS mi and dexter alone and go ahead for his hanky panky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dexter and mi was like engrossed in PSP playing games waiting for them lo. i sat on the bench, feeling the cold nite breeze i looked into the sky . HW I WISH i was wif her here enjoying the nite scene, feeling the cool breeze and seeing the cute little clouds in the sky wif a moon. if shes cold i can hug her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz den she replied saying she looked tired cos of the mission stuffs and packing stuffs. i was at a loss, i dunno wat to reply or shld i reply, cos she said nite. perhaps shes going to slp otherwise why she say nite. but under the advice of chris, i msg her again. actually partly cos i wanted to ask when she leaving and returning. and so the msg goes like asking her hw long she going hw many days. after her reply. msg her jokingly, dun 4get my souvenir and ask her take gd care of herself and cyas for genting.. gd nite and sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt replied. guess she dun wan to continue and msg le. and wanted to slp. didnt realli affected mi as i wanted to say and asked wat i wanted to n0e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she enjoys her mission and achieved wat she plans. hope she take gd and extra care of herself. ill been looking forward for the genting trip wif her since long......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign OFF&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-8975422305150310853?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/8975422305150310853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=8975422305150310853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/8975422305150310853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/8975422305150310853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-saw-her.html' title='i saw her.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-4951640256635358031</id><published>2008-12-07T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:11:02.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marine barrage.</title><content type='html'>b-e-a-u tiful place. i felt it was an excellent architect design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shadows left behind ea step , cutting thru every beam of light, falling on the flawless wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggyback-ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her. shes appears again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure, she still lingers in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign OFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-4951640256635358031?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/4951640256635358031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=4951640256635358031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/4951640256635358031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/4951640256635358031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/12/marine-barrage.html' title='marine barrage.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-612161642078094888</id><published>2008-12-06T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:12:15.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little down.</title><content type='html'>been quite a stir for mi . buddy chris has a little problem in his r/s wif jess. i will put it as "hidden love communications misunderstanding". they do care for ea other. juz tt they think for ea other w/o letting the other person n0e whereas on the front it appears to be compromised. the unhappiness r all inside their hearts. they dun wan to voice wat they dun like but mean time try to think and compromise for the other person. DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray to my GOD. u guys get things settled in a peaceful manner!. treasure the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the taxi. manythings crossing my mind. it puts mi into stare.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign OFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-612161642078094888?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/612161642078094888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=612161642078094888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/612161642078094888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/612161642078094888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-down.html' title='a little down.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-6856744845969606947</id><published>2008-11-05T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:50:01.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RSM.</title><content type='html'>its all becos of u RSM. nt for ur strictness and discipline standards, i wont be home nw. juz to bring in my parade boots and iron my smartest 4 for ur inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ off. FCUK OFF. u ought to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign off &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-6856744845969606947?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/6856744845969606947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=6856744845969606947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/6856744845969606947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/6856744845969606947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/11/rsm.html' title='RSM.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-6446831894134818200</id><published>2008-11-02T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:28:32.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musical?</title><content type='html'>know sh1t abt a musical. 70 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;first time. last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bk in after tt. friday duty. satmorning come out. SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;1 friday nite gone to waste again. but to think 1 duty down movtivates mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign OFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-6446831894134818200?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/6446831894134818200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=6446831894134818200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/6446831894134818200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/6446831894134818200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2008/11/musical.html' title='musical?'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-116031913046100659</id><published>2006-10-08T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:16:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words r all i can say . PART 4</title><content type='html'>been bzzzzzzz ...&lt;br /&gt;been lzzzzzzzz ...&lt;br /&gt;dun blame meeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so hws lesson wif MR DARREN so far. gt these few phrase into ur head already?.. wAhaha. well its for ur own gd man. i would say. UR OWN GD. giving free education here u noe? .. who givs? who is tt kind?=) MI MI MI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-116031913046100659?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/116031913046100659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=116031913046100659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/116031913046100659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/116031913046100659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/10/mood-meter.html' title='Words r all i can say . PART 4'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115950833716200995</id><published>2006-09-29T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:15:54.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words r all i can say . PART 3</title><content type='html'>wootz. sch starts. 1 week had past juz in a blink of the eye. wth~ life is juz so short.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115950833716200995?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115950833716200995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115950833716200995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115950833716200995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115950833716200995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-meter_29.html' title='Words r all i can say . PART 3'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115846356002120059</id><published>2006-09-17T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:15:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words r all i can say . PART 2</title><content type='html'>5 more lines for ur reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first! sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115846356002120059?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115846356002120059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115846356002120059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115846356002120059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115846356002120059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-meter_17.html' title='Words r all i can say . PART 2'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115816768067722560</id><published>2006-09-14T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:15:17.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to...</title><content type='html'>F abulous&lt;br /&gt;A mazing&lt;br /&gt;N ice&lt;br /&gt;T hrilling&lt;br /&gt;A dvanturous&lt;br /&gt;S pectacular&lt;br /&gt;T iring&lt;br /&gt;I ncredible&lt;br /&gt;C aptivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss it. luv it. enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115816768067722560?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115816768067722560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115816768067722560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115816768067722560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115816768067722560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-meter_14.html' title='A trip to...'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115753642492245880</id><published>2006-09-06T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:14:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words r all i can say.</title><content type='html'>words of advice/wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall share wif u all 5 first. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. ! When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115753642492245880?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115753642492245880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115753642492245880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115753642492245880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115753642492245880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-meter_06.html' title='Words r all i can say.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115548506416568533</id><published>2006-08-13T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:14:18.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a feeling.</title><content type='html'>a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from u, him, her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy and touched is all i can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad as i could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nv will it be shown on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kept to myself. and onli mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u all dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither can i describe such an feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115548506416568533?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115548506416568533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115548506416568533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115548506416568533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115548506416568533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/08/moodmeter_115548506416568533.html' title='wat a feeling.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115531787900019460</id><published>2006-08-12T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:13:09.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPL dun n0e they affect others.</title><content type='html'>when some1 gets unhappy he/she spreads to u izzen it?&lt;br /&gt;when some1 gets happy he/she spreads to u izzen it?&lt;br /&gt;when some1 get moody he/she spreads to u izzen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day : ones mood does affects others ard =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hate sluts even thoughtheyhave sex with them!(oh yeah..you're not "popular" ifyou've slept with more than 6guys..you're a HOE)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys may be flirting around all daybut before they go to sleep, theyalways think about the girl they trulycare about.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys will do anything just to getyou to notice him--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hate it when you talk aboutyour ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends need to be reassuredoften that they're still loved.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about your guy friends toyour boyfriend.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys get jealous easily.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are more emotional than they'dlike people to think.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a guy a hanging messagelike "You knowwhat?!..uh...nevermind.." would makehim jump to a conclusion that is farfrom what you are thinking. And he'llassume he did something wrong andhe'll obsess about it trying to figureit out.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are good flatterers whencourting but they usually stammer whenthey talk to a girl they really like.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A usual act that proves that the guylikes you is when he teases you.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys love you more than you lovethem if they are serious in yourrelationships.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys think WAY too much. One smallthing a girl does, even if she doesn'tnotice it can make the guy think aboutit for hours, trying to figure outwhat it meant.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys seek for advice from girls notother guys. Because most guys thinkalike, so if one guy's confused, thenwe're all confused.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy asks you to leave himalone, he's just actuallysaying, "Please come and listen to me."--&lt;br /&gt;If a guy starts to talk seriously,listen to him. It doesn't happen thatoften, so when it does, you knowsomething's up.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best guy friend seems toavoid you or is never around whenyou're with your boyfriend, he'sprobably jealous and likes you.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy tells you that you arebeautiful, don't say you aren't. Itmakes them want to stop telling youbecause they don't want you todisagree with them.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy looks at you for longerthan a second, he's definitelythinking something.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't like girls who punchharder than they do.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy has more problems than you cansee with your naked eyes.--Don't be a snob. Guys can beintimidated and give up easily.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys talk about girls more thangirls talk about guys.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hate rejection, but they hatebeing led on even more.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to reject a guy,just do it. Don't say they are like abrother or just good friends, it justhurts even more. Tell them that youaren't interested in a relationshipand they will respect you.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys really think that girls arestrange and have unpredictabledecisions and are MAD confusing butsomehow are drawn even more to them.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy sacrifices his sleep andhealth just to be with you, he reallylikes you and wants to be with you asmuch as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115531787900019460?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115531787900019460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115531787900019460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115531787900019460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115531787900019460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/08/moodmeter_12.html' title='PPL dun n0e they affect others.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837647.post-115518866633012310</id><published>2006-08-10T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:12:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a start.</title><content type='html'>a simple yet complicated start. seem minor yet major. seem staying yet leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign oFF&lt;br /&gt;darren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837647-115518866633012310?l=inevitablefailures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/feeds/115518866633012310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837647&amp;postID=115518866633012310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115518866633012310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837647/posts/default/115518866633012310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inevitablefailures.blogspot.com/2006/08/moodmeter_10.html' title='a start.'/><author><name>dArrEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638064125827139673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
