<?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-6653346288072480128</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:48:18.560+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Worthwhile'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='BoREdom'/><category term='Social events'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Traverse'/><category term='Freewill promoting'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Hecticity'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Video games'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Opinions'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='psionics'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='School'/><category term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>A Relocationist's Scrapbook</title><subtitle type='html'>From Malaysia to Singapore, held in contact like no other...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7794944284702283866</id><published>2009-07-06T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:23:18.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>TAG (has guilty conscience)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Now Playing: Billie Jean - Michael Jackson (GAAAAAAAAAAH the mania after his death)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: hating jet lag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to take it out on coz jet lag is taking away my vitality x.x so...I stole this tag from Facebook (also not really sure how to act sarcastic ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective:Are you mean and sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are!&lt;br /&gt;If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note :D&lt;br /&gt;Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.(YR stands for Your Response.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying person says:&lt;br /&gt;1) I am cute..&lt;br /&gt;YR: *pukes* Okay...in the dictionary, cute is defined as ugly but adorable. But for your case, cut out "adorable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am the most beautiful/handsome..&lt;br /&gt;YR: HAHAHAHAHA I'd say...there'd be 100000000000 other people who would say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!&lt;br /&gt;YR: count ME out, and this fact had already disproven the fact that EVERYONE likes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic thingy..&lt;br /&gt;YR: *coughlafcough* Are you attempting to mock me? If so. You FAIL. In which also proves you fail at mocking, which is...apparently, a vital skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist; I have albums.&lt;br /&gt;YR: Yeah sure of course......what the heck is Bruneian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying pretty woman/handsome guy says:&lt;br /&gt;1) I know you like me.&lt;br /&gt;YR: O_x tell you what...take a gun, put it on your head, before shooting take this penny so that you can pay Charon to cross the River Styx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: dude...I was staring at the dead person with the machete beside you, beware of your personal poltergiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!&lt;br /&gt;YR: I don't care, you aren't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Men with money...GOSH when will they ever get their eyes off cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Hatred is manipulative. So I could obviously do the same to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:&lt;br /&gt;1) I think you and I can make a good couple.&lt;br /&gt;YR: go and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) May I have your cell phone number, please please please pleaseeeee?&lt;br /&gt;YR: go and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night..&lt;br /&gt;YR: go and die (x3 already? O.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What do you like about me?&lt;br /&gt;YR: The fact that you're gonna die soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;YR: *punches face* that should make your face worse than grotesque, and I hate you sooooo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your enemy says:&lt;br /&gt;1) Hi bitch!&lt;br /&gt;YR: *walks* Oh I'm sorry, were you referring to me? I thought you were referring to your own dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You smell like shit!&lt;br /&gt;YR: That's coz you're standing right next to the toilet. Apparently someone forgot to flush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I know you hate me because I am much better than you!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Does it even look like I can be laughed at? *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What an ugly creature you are!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Oh my, someone's gonna regret this for sure. *ghost is standing next to me...she's so dead this round XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am going to kick your ass in this race for sure!&lt;br /&gt;YR: I ain't racing, and I'm definitely not gonna bet on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your annoying ex says:&lt;br /&gt;1) punch the face.&lt;br /&gt;YR: *punch* didn't see that one coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I know you still love me!&lt;br /&gt;YR: An atrocious lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby..&lt;br /&gt;YR: Oh sweetie I do love you so...but that was once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Please call me...&lt;br /&gt;YR: Why should I? You're history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The break up hurts me so much..&lt;br /&gt;YR: But it hurts my heart even more *pulls out heart and points at scar*, when will you ever empathise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an annoying salesperson says:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Uhh...thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Seriously, I used this product and look at me, I am changed!&lt;br /&gt;YR: Oh no, market failure (NOT MY ANSWER, but DAMM GOOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!&lt;br /&gt;YR: OMG there's another with 75% discount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This one is good sir/madam. Buy sir/madam, buy..&lt;br /&gt;YR: Do you honestly think that I could fall for that product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) That product is not good; it causes pimples all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;YR: When I buy it I can still complain about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7794944284702283866?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7794944284702283866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7794944284702283866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7794944284702283866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7794944284702283866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-has-guilty-conscience.html' title='TAG (has guilty conscience)'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8358440225111750433</id><published>2009-07-05T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:32:27.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>To tolerate is to give away vitality (with a 3POV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now Playing: (believe it or not) Black or White - Michael Jackson (serious lame pun with the blog layout)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: rushy o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know...the late Michael Jackson has passed on, and this is such a late tribute to his death. He may have led a paradoxical life (when he was a kid he performed like an adult, and as an adult he wanted to live as a child, when young he looked like a typical African American, when older he looked Caucasian) but we'll still remember him as the King of Pop and the moonwalk creator. (I do like how Li Ann puts it too - "weird awesome man")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!! I suck at making things sound beautiful. I just got totally pwned when I saw this in deviantArt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlcamaro.deviantart.com/art/Michael-Jackson-2-91446641"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/2366/michaeljackson2bymlcama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Image Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that just made him look good and angelic again (and hot :o) credits to mlcamaro for that awesome artwork. AND I don't care if you think all of this is overrated about his death and bla bla bla. My blog, my game, my rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I made that statement, I'd also like to post a 3POV (3rd person point of view) on the mystery of MJ's death. I personally think that his doc might of gave MJ a wrong dosage which led to his death. Possibly there may be something else to why the doc had suddenly disappear just like that. That's all I got :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...I've been on vacation, will post photos when I get them (in Facebook only) I also got highlights...bwahahahaha I have to play ninja so that the serious teachers don't notice. I also haven't camwhored for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if people read long ramblings without pics &gt;.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/end ramble&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8358440225111750433?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8358440225111750433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8358440225111750433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8358440225111750433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8358440225111750433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-tolerate-is-to-give-away-vitality.html' title='To tolerate is to give away vitality (with a 3POV)'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-447853408889477244</id><published>2009-06-08T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:58:22.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I am Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now Playing: Heretics and Killers - Protest The Hero&lt;br /&gt;Mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am possibly the worst blog owner you'll ever come across. I mean...who won't update their blog in 2 MONTHS TIME?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have started, and I'll possibly be bored, till I can find something that doesn't bore me to death. 2 days ago was labelled one of my best days. I won't elaborate on what happened tho. Coz rambling on and on about the same subject would also bore the readers to their deaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my b'day party, and I'll post photos up in my Facebook really soon. And still wishing for an electric guitar...I also wanna know how to sweep, shred, and also pick really really fast...like super fast you can lose count of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to talk about? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-447853408889477244?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/447853408889477244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=447853408889477244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/447853408889477244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/447853408889477244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-medium.html' title='I am Medium'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5282705416272070454</id><published>2009-03-29T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:22:07.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>BY GOSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now Playing: my minor cough&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &gt;8O !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BY GOSH IT'S BEEN A FREAKING LONG TIME SINCE I UPDATED!!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a fun BBQ last night with my classmates yesterday. Photos are uploaded to facebook (gosh I'm more addicted to facebook than my own blog now) And as for today, I nearly hibernated, but then I promised my riend Tania that we'd go out together to Peninsular Plaza together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Peninsular Plaza is f-king creepy, but Peninsular Shopping Center is another story. So we went there and I bought some apparel! I gotta tell you, Peninsular Shopping center is a rocker's haven, cckered shirts, band T-shirts, chokers, spikes and more! Let alone a GUITAR SHOP!!!!!!! I've went into Davis, checked out a few stuff there, the shop keepers seem reserved in Davis, but they have a box set for a strat copy that is less than $200. If only my parents could just approve the fact I could catch up to guitar playing well...I mean, electric guitar, once you know the basics, it's just like a toy, barring is much easier with an electric guitar I could play the F chord easily, along with power chords, and scales, and harmonics, and (too much to name... not really) Also checked out Dan Enterprise, they have Ibanez but no GAX &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my com hates me so I can't upload pics into this blog entry once more =.= Signing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5282705416272070454?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5282705416272070454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5282705416272070454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5282705416272070454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5282705416272070454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-gosh.html' title='BY GOSH'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6387959916531634375</id><published>2009-02-19T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:35:45.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Breathless - Cody Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;Mood: bored again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody Sheldon...kicked out from AI8, it SUCKED! (Well I only got interested for this Season of American Idol because of him) so recently he posted a video trailer of his latest horror movie Infection. And I am doing a TAG!!! lmao here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Mark the stupid things you've done, then add up the number of questions you marked. This test is out of 50 questions which means that the number you get as your score (x2) is your percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [ ] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [ ] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x]Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [X]Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10.[x]Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [x] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion (myself LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;12. [x]Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else (table, chair you name it)&lt;br /&gt;13. [x]Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [ ]Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble (even fly out)&lt;br /&gt;17. [ ]Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x]Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot (that's not stupid, it happens. soccer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [x] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [ ] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [x]Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;25. [x]Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x]It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ]Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [x]Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [x]After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped on it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x]Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x]Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x]Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [x]Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;br /&gt;37. [x]Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [ ]Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [x]Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [x] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;br /&gt;44. [x] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it!&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [ ] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 31/50&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity Percentage: 62%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO I'm stupid...almost &gt;.&gt; and I taga nybody who wants to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6387959916531634375?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6387959916531634375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6387959916531634375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6387959916531634375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6387959916531634375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8293340653822299709</id><published>2009-01-21T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:25:54.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now Playing: Put a banana in your ear - Charlie the unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Mood: high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6Hkn4wGtRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6Hkn4wGtRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8293340653822299709?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8293340653822299709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8293340653822299709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8293340653822299709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8293340653822299709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8353348255608122100</id><published>2008-12-15T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:45:39.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psionics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The power of 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now Playing: Nemesis - Arch Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Mood: curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title=" wishes " href="http://www.real-wishes.com/" name=" wishes "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img title=" wishes " style="BORDER-RIGHT: yellow 4px ridge; BORDER-TOP: yellow 4px ridge; BORDER-LEFT: yellow 4px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: yellow 4px ridge" alt=" wishes " src="http://www.real-wishes.com/images/wish-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real wishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So yeah, recently I stumbled across this website that says they grant real wishes with the power of 8 (not sure what is it tho) so I made a wish. Their reviews were good, no one complaining at all. So I thought I should sprfead the word a little. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there're no Satanic acts to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8353348255608122100?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8353348255608122100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8353348255608122100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8353348255608122100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8353348255608122100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/power-of-8.html' title='The power of 8'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1476777146131963467</id><published>2008-12-11T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:10:45.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><title type='text'>☻going HIGH (again) pt 4☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Playing: Spit You Out - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: *stares at title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to explain why I'm in a craze for Bullet For My Valentine. You see, I feel band chemistry kicking in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCdFtXzJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/vVpX5qCl9oc/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278391484682544370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCdFtXzJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/vVpX5qCl9oc/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last first jamming session, I was surprised that I could last for about 5 or 6 songs during this jam session, the only body parts that were in pain was my legs LAWL! I surprised myself there. Only thing is...I'ma damn noob at adjusting the mic. My voice was seriously soft when all that loud instruments were playing (I even told the guitarist that my singing/screaming voice was medium soft =.= just didn't think it would be DAMN SOFT) and he also said that my pronounciation ain't that good, or something among those lines, but other than that, it's ain't that bad, and I enjoyed my first jamming man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I return home, I kinda suffered from aftermath HIGH and went shouting WOOOHOOO and then walking like a drunkard and then feeling a bit dizzy like I danced around in circles...and I wanna do it again, I can't wait for next week XD I can't wait to get closer to me bandmates (coz right now she still has no idea what the names of the drummers and guitarists are) maybe I should headbang more, take &lt;strike&gt;drugs&lt;/strike&gt; an excessive amount of sugar, go high and hyper...ok now I'm HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA (laughing too hard to even sign off of her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1476777146131963467?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1476777146131963467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1476777146131963467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1476777146131963467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1476777146131963467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-high-again-pt-4.html' title='☻going HIGH (again) pt 4☻'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCdFtXzJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/vVpX5qCl9oc/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-804980423971279268</id><published>2008-12-11T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:45:19.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><title type='text'>☻going HIGH (again) pt 3☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Playing: Hand of Blood - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: *stares at title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I'm in that Bullet for my Valentine craze...will explain in part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 December...20th Dance Arts Recital...and I was in it. I was in section 2 in the tap dance called "Hit Me Up" LOL we looked like penguins with our costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th December was actually our full dress rehearsals...and I took some photos at that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXZPNL-YI/AAAAAAAAASE/eMKlvn6JMZY/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385223112587650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXZPNL-YI/AAAAAAAAASE/eMKlvn6JMZY/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fatin &amp;amp; I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXZJXut2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/sU83fyYC6s4/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385221546194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXZJXut2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/sU83fyYC6s4/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Candid&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXY-teXVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SNn2pOj7k44/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385218684607826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXY-teXVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SNn2pOj7k44/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;FOOD!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXYoIJZNI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vk5NAGjnGmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385212622464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXYoIJZNI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vk5NAGjnGmQ/s320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Left: Lee Jin, Top: Claudia, Bottom: Lisa, all three leng luis XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXYVayhhI/AAAAAAAAARk/SOJRm3TLsMI/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385207600383506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXYVayhhI/AAAAAAAAARk/SOJRm3TLsMI/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I fail at doing the million reflections effect X_X&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also took pictures of the little kids XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZUXMzaJI/AAAAAAAAASc/iJp6QVqG1b4/s1600-h/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387338382370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZUXMzaJI/AAAAAAAAASc/iJp6QVqG1b4/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Red: Toy Soldiers, Blue: Beauties of the Nile&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZTyi_7iI/AAAAAAAAASU/5JHq7sTOEwo/s1600-h/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387328543354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZTyi_7iI/AAAAAAAAASU/5JHq7sTOEwo/s320/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;lol Fatin was right, you ask the kids to smile at the camera and then they go crazy LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZT6l_QtI/AAAAAAAAASM/V_enu8lsLKo/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387330703377106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCZT6l_QtI/AAAAAAAAASM/V_enu8lsLKo/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;zomg their ponytails are so kawaii lawl!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the tickets were sold out when I tried getting'em (wanted to watch Section 3!!!) But I still enjoyed myself when I performed on stage =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-804980423971279268?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/804980423971279268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=804980423971279268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/804980423971279268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/804980423971279268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-high-again-pt-3.html' title='☻going HIGH (again) pt 3☻'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCXZPNL-YI/AAAAAAAAASE/eMKlvn6JMZY/s72-c/IMG_0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7001114729354596615</id><published>2008-12-11T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:37.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><title type='text'>☻going HIGH (again) pt 2☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Playing: All These Things I Hate - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: *stares at title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than managing to decorate our house, one of my Malaysian friends visited again! LOL so we hung out at Takashimaya, chat mainly about what happened during her MUN in S'pore and hilariosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCOD3UAhgI/AAAAAAAAARU/28gq7hTC44I/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374960316843522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCOD3UAhgI/AAAAAAAAARU/28gq7hTC44I/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;LOLMAO who knew that such cute teddy bears could be soooo dangerous.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCODdMKAvI/AAAAAAAAARM/g8pVmBnoRVY/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374953304589042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCODdMKAvI/AAAAAAAAARM/g8pVmBnoRVY/s320/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Veemelia...the girl who visited me XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCODVivOxI/AAAAAAAAARE/drdDq7FzCIc/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374951251819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCODVivOxI/AAAAAAAAARE/drdDq7FzCIc/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;A bigger version of the killer teddy bear christmas tree&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I have got no sense of vocabulary right now so I'll let the pictures do the talking. While walking home, I took this at Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCPp_9yNlI/AAAAAAAAARc/bqBYwFRly30/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278376714986206802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCPp_9yNlI/AAAAAAAAARc/bqBYwFRly30/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;One thing's weird tho...when the economy is in the state of crisis, Singapore goes all glam over the decorations, but when the economy is doing good, their decorations are crap ._. Is this a dirty tactic to attract tourists?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7001114729354596615?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7001114729354596615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7001114729354596615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7001114729354596615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7001114729354596615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-high-again-pt-2.html' title='☻going HIGH (again) pt 2☻'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCOD3UAhgI/AAAAAAAAARU/28gq7hTC44I/s72-c/IMG_0222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7297740630786986356</id><published>2008-12-10T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:09:41.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><title type='text'>☻going HIGH (again) pt 1☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Playing: Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: *stares at title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, for these blog entries I'ma divide it into 4 parts. Coz I got 4 different topics to update at once, savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! I took that time to decorate the house with my mom and this is what we've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCFDHKuq5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ce6rbnntupM/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278365051788372882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCFDHKuq5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ce6rbnntupM/s320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Well, I got bored at first so I thought I took the picture of a plain ol' christmas tree in worm's eye view. Looks tall eh?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG9zSdvYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qSWytbd2E-o/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367159576018306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG9zSdvYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qSWytbd2E-o/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Yes we also decorated the stairs...still incomplete tho&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG9XIYoqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DODGs09s8xU/s1600-h/IMG_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367152017547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG9XIYoqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DODGs09s8xU/s320/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Here's the "overcrowded with balls" christmas tree that me mom and I have finished&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG88eQF8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2GyxxH2EXhY/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367144861505474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCG88eQF8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2GyxxH2EXhY/s320/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Last but not least, the HOLLY!! XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note of the day: Nail polish and Christmas decorating do not mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCH4Fdiq9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7mpD1zowbWs/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278368160886729682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCH4Fdiq9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7mpD1zowbWs/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Christmas decorating made my one day old nail polish look like it's one week old =/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7297740630786986356?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7297740630786986356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7297740630786986356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7297740630786986356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7297740630786986356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-high-again-pt-1.html' title='☻going HIGH (again) pt 1☻'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SUCFDHKuq5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ce6rbnntupM/s72-c/IMG_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-2678780542877412075</id><published>2008-12-04T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:20:24.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>◄'o'►</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Playing: Detroit Rock City - KISS&lt;br /&gt;Mood: like flying XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...Kar Keat's coming to visit me Sunday. Friday and Saturday I am busy. And I just learnt wat are the high and low points for my vocal cords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/STegMPqOfxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L8VguMKFmMY/s1600-h/MiloPackShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275861620710342418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/STegMPqOfxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L8VguMKFmMY/s320/MiloPackShot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Warm Milo - helps a lot wif vocal cords, it kinda opens them up better. Maybe it's because of the heat of the drink that kinda makes my voice go louder and more powerful.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/STegMat_FqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wzY17Wti7vo/s1600-h/timtams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275861623678899874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/STegMat_FqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wzY17Wti7vo/s320/timtams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Tim Tam - SADLY, chocolates make my throat sound really HOARSE D= it just only came to my head while I was trying to scream along Waking the Demon &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, warm stuff helps, cold stuff doesn't XD and different people have different styles so I won't be surprised if Mountain Dew actually helped your vocal cords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-2678780542877412075?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/2678780542877412075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=2678780542877412075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2678780542877412075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2678780542877412075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/12/o.html' title='◄&apos;o&apos;►'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/STegMPqOfxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/L8VguMKFmMY/s72-c/MiloPackShot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1236269215927908921</id><published>2008-11-30T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:33:17.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>▄╔Tag╗▄</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Another Way to Die - Alicia Keys and Jack White&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I AM THE HEROINE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuckngrind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Billy's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▄╔╗▄The Self▄╔╗▄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01]Real Name: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;[02]Nickname: Amanda (LOL jk) Let's see...Man (I'm serious my mom calls me that), the rocker, the freak, the one, the noob, the (inserts random word here)&lt;br /&gt;[03]Married: NO wth is this man?&lt;br /&gt;[04]Zodiac sign: You're talking to a monkey XD&lt;br /&gt;[05]Gender: FeMale&lt;br /&gt;[06]Age: I am 16 going on 17&lt;br /&gt;[07]High School: Sri Garden (used to be) St Joseph Institution International&lt;br /&gt;[08]College: most likely Digipen Institute&lt;br /&gt;[09]Height: 163 cm&lt;br /&gt;[10]Weight: 54 kg??&lt;br /&gt;[11]Do you like yourself: narcissist&lt;br /&gt;[12]Piercing: ear, a pair, may consdier more eg: eyebrows/more on the ear&lt;br /&gt;[13]Right or Left: right handed for daily routines, left for strength (I think)&lt;br /&gt;[14]Are you a freak: yes, what took you so long to find out?&lt;br /&gt;[15]Hair: DARK DARK DARK brown, may want a few highlights tho&lt;br /&gt;[16]Skin: between pale and tan, I wish I was paler than a ghost&lt;br /&gt;[17]Allergies: none the better&lt;br /&gt;[18]What are you doing now: hearing meta music, going to facebook, mental projecting to scare ppl's pants off (I think Pn Shiamala is wearing a shirt/kurung that is maroon in color)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19]What will you do 1 hour later: maybe go to the alternate dimension (with mental projection) or play with fire&lt;br /&gt;[20]What will you do 10 years later: SAVE THE WORLD!!!! (no wait, I think that one is 3 years later) then it's ANIMATING or TOURING THE WORLD or idk...I'm not precognitive ok?&lt;br /&gt;[21]Live with parents: yes, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]Siblings (including yourself): 2&lt;br /&gt;[23]Eldest: me&lt;br /&gt;[24]Youngest: my annoying brother, Ian&lt;br /&gt;[25]Love/hate your family: LOVE WTH IS THIS MAN? I'm NOT EMO&lt;br /&gt;[26]You found your other half: ._. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▄╔╗▄The Love▄╔╗▄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]If yes, who is he/she: I wish it was him&lt;br /&gt;[28]If no, who you want he/she to be: that kid with the nice emo hairdo that shreds the guitar like a damn pro and nails his metal fans&lt;br /&gt;[29]Time(s) you're in a relationship: NONE&lt;br /&gt;[30]Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): define woo&lt;br /&gt;[31]Anyone woo you before (0-100000): I think my mom did when we were shopping for dresses, I want a long dress =w=&lt;br /&gt;[32]Did anything wrong to your other half: maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[33]What were the wrong you have done: whacking him too hard for a friendly greeting? my whole party having him to take pics with me? ._. idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34]You with your other half since: ...*depressed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]Ever argue with your other half: In a dream I remember&lt;br /&gt;[36]Are you straight/lesbo: I kissed the girl. DUH I'm STRAIGHT...or I'm both&lt;br /&gt;[37]Reasons you love your other half: ...*more depressed*&lt;br /&gt;[38]You and your other half in which stage: ...*writes emo poetry* WAIT, my BOOK ain't with me &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;[39]You woo he/she or he/she woo you: ...*gets high* &lt;br /&gt;[40]Ever thought of marrying him/her: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;[41]Your first best friend: Primary?? Well it had to be Joanne Chee...good times...lost contact X_X &lt;br /&gt;[42]Your first enemy: not gonna say &lt;br /&gt;[43]The friend you love most (1 only): 1 only?? 1 ONLY???!! DAMN BIASED LAH &lt;br /&gt;[44]The enemy you hate most (1 only): biased &lt;br /&gt;[45]Your most beautiful girlfriend: that girl in the hair saloon...or me XD [46]Your most handsome boyfriend: (A) &lt;br /&gt;[45]The kind of girl you hate most: (L) backstabbers, bitchy, sombong, insulting (like she really means it), stereotypical cheerleader/popular/prep type &lt;br /&gt;[48]The kind of guy you hate most: (E) LIARS, perverts, extremly lan si, bitchy (if it actually applies) &lt;br /&gt;[49]You fell in love with your close friend before: (X) no...okay well for earlier this year you can say that, he became quite close to me &lt;br /&gt;[50]Your best friend is your ex-lover: no &lt;br /&gt;[51]If your friend backstabs you: this dark water bottles up inside this lake of hate, in which soon I shall unleash my limit break (okay this ain't healthy, I may get a poltergiest) &lt;br /&gt;[52]If your friend betray you: try to reason first, if all else fails, DIE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;[53]If your friend woo your lover: WARNING, DO NOT CROSS THE LINE &lt;br /&gt;[54]If your friend fall in love with you: sweet, I got cheese and crackers &lt;br /&gt;[55]If you fall in love with your friend: what does the four letters above make? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▄╔╗▄The studies▄╔╗▄ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[56]Are you a good student: the later part of the year, yes, back then, I'm quite rebel-like, DUH 4SC3 ROCKS!!! \m/ &lt;br /&gt;[57]You always done your homework/assignments: not really, my Malay assignments are always piled up b4 submitting &lt;br /&gt;[58]The teacher/tutor you love most: Mr Toh!!! and of course Mr Rainone, Dr Underwood, and then yeah...there's still more but these 3 are my fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[59]Always late to school/college: no&lt;br /&gt;[60]Your class: 4Sc3/9JTo&lt;br /&gt;[61]You love your seniors: idk&lt;br /&gt;[62]Seniors who you love the most: back in Sri Garden, well there's Billy, Peter and his whole band, Afiq, and when I say love, I mean it as a friend...&lt;br /&gt;[63]Your classmates good/bad: 4Sc3 = good, 9JTo = okay&lt;br /&gt;[64]Excellent result classmate: 4Sc3 = ME n Jacklyn, 9JTo = idk&lt;br /&gt;[65]Laziest classmate: idk&lt;br /&gt;[66]Smart people: Jackyn (4Sc3) and then idk the rest&lt;br /&gt;[67]Stupid people: me&lt;br /&gt;[68]Good looking people: LOL everyone?&lt;br /&gt;[69]Ugly people: god made this whole world to be beautiful, every1 is in one way or another, only the more prominent becomes more attractive&lt;br /&gt;[70]Funny people: the guys?&lt;br /&gt;[71]Cute people: ._. MONA LISA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[72]Bad people: ._. the guys? and the whole of 4Sc3??&lt;br /&gt;[73]Honest people: those whom speak their mind&lt;br /&gt;[74]Acting people: gone, dead, etc&lt;br /&gt;[75]You are what kind of people: I don't do labels coz I'm a freak&lt;br /&gt;[76]Lip or eyes: both&lt;br /&gt;[77]Shorter or taller: in the middle =D&lt;br /&gt;[78]Hugs or kisses: BOTH&lt;br /&gt;[79]Hesitant or spontaeneous: I can be hesitant and at the same time spontaeneous&lt;br /&gt;[80]Nich stomach or nice arms: Nice BODY LARH! and nice arms too. if you want stomach go for the pancreas XD&lt;br /&gt;[81]Listener or talker: both again&lt;br /&gt;[82]Romantic or rich: romantic pwns&lt;br /&gt;[83]Good wife or good mother: My mom la, I dun even want a wife&lt;br /&gt;[84]Age to get married: I dun think I want to&lt;br /&gt;[85]Number of kid(s): 1 boy 1 girl, adopted most likely&lt;br /&gt;[86]Career: Animation, Band, Psionic practitioner&lt;br /&gt;[87]Salary: as much as possible??&lt;br /&gt;[88]Retirement age: haha, I highly doubt&lt;br /&gt;[89]Properties value: ._. idk what this is&lt;br /&gt;[90]Wishes: Be careful what you wish for...go to &lt;a href="http://www.real-wishes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8888 Real Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Heard it works, but hen again I don't wanna take my risk coz if you gain something you may lose another eg: Find my true love but lose my best friends. So yeah, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1236269215927908921?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1236269215927908921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1236269215927908921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1236269215927908921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1236269215927908921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag.html' title='▄╔Tag╗▄'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-4016148016194122813</id><published>2008-11-28T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:36:22.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><title type='text'>◊●No Shit●◊</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now Playing: Waking the Demon - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: no shit XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY did anyone notice something different about the title?? THE SYMBOLS ARE BACK WOOHOO!! ok nvm...that's such a minor issue =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways, yesterday was SJII's school prom/dance/end of year party/gay party/goodbye party/get drunk party/whatever party. Theme was called Volaré. I got drunk. LOL no I'm too young. It's just that it was a blast! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SS_9IQj70cI/AAAAAAAAAQE/P4AgBQQ1OwE/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273712007000609218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SS_9IQj70cI/AAAAAAAAAQE/P4AgBQQ1OwE/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;A scene of the event, for more photos, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=793941925&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;Facebook account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad a few of my closer frens didn't turn up. But I still had fun and got to know people better, camwhored better (wait...wtf does this mean?? o_O), opened my mouth to talk better. The bands were awesome. Especially the guitarist in the final band performance (X.E.S. I think), his style is damn yeng man I tell ya. It's like its full of energy and it looked like his soul was filled with a rocker's heart! Man I dunno how he manages to play his guitar whilst slinging it to the back of his shoulders...(yes I've seen in Guitar Hero but never really thought it was posible irl) I wish I was in a band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALITY CHECK, I AM in a band (most likely in already) Me bandmates and I only managed to meet once...and then I've been practicing fry vocals like shit, idk when's our nxt meeting, I lied to my parents in some way...(if they read this I die) gotta learn vibrato, maybe false cord screaming as well, and even vocal frying...these are my own aims (cept for the vibrato one, Aiden suggested that) I need to increase my lung capacity, increase stamina, increase this increase that...and I want my poetry/lyrics book back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yeah, I'm trying to get the weird stuff of me true self away from my life for the moment. But the weird thing is...Chi Qin talked to a spirit dwelling in my house for quite some time...HE KNOWS ALL MY BAD HABITS AT HOME MAN!!! And he too complains about my noisy brother LOL...but still my privacy is somewhat invaded, that is if any1 actually talks to him...I better find a way to threaten him not to tell my bad habits to any1 at all...that would be so darn embarassing (ok I don't think I can spell now =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, HAPPY HOLIDAYS PPL!!!! WOOO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-4016148016194122813?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/4016148016194122813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=4016148016194122813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4016148016194122813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4016148016194122813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-shit.html' title='◊●No Shit●◊'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SS_9IQj70cI/AAAAAAAAAQE/P4AgBQQ1OwE/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8628099398601623316</id><published>2008-11-13T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:50:28.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Comparison of my lifestyles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now Playing: I Think I'm Paranoid - Garbage&lt;br /&gt;Mood: comparative...how obvious is that? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to outline the differences and changes made to my lifestyle ever since I moved to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In short = chillax. From the start of the year, I kinda dissed the fact that fantasies remain as fantasies, no such thing as superpower whatsoever. Everything in my life would be normal, my future is set to be a cartoonist. Everyone in my class had this sense of togetherness, like a big family, mainly coz most of them are new this year. But this togetherness in my class kinda shadowed the fact that this school is also torn apart, there's little cliques you see everyday around the school all the time, like every other high school. I didn't even have to worry much about my results, they're all just around the average, or good area (cept for Maths), and I didn't really had to stick my head to books. I was an all out tomboy, an individualist because of that, but I had a crush. Two weird combinations, come together into something that doesn't work, but that's the minor problem in my life. The real problem is that in Malaysia, the entertainment industry is extremly BLEAK! Well, one of the reasons why I supported Childhood Dreamers soo much was because maybe, just maybe, they can help Malaysia's entertainment industry as we all know there's more amounts of home grown bands formed every now and then. But the bigger problem was under animations, Kampong Boy was sucessful locally, but I highly doubt Americans would know what the heck it is. I repeat to myself again, fantasies = fantasies only. Seems that Malaysia has both pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In short = weird. the first thing was that I couldn't enter the school because I didn't know what format or topic they're giving us. I was f**k horrible at Maths, even worse, I was motherf**king horrible in the Add Maths section, I NEVER STUDIED ADD MATHS THE FIRST PLACE!! But in the end I got to catch up to the work in school and they're also in the "B" area...cept for Add Maths, again, and Geography, which was far different than what I would have expected in Form 3 (Sec 3 for you Singaporeans) CASE STUDIES!!! I MUST MEMORISE! In here, I'm a loner. Why? idk, people don't come and talk to me I don't talke to them, which is how the whole of 4Sc3 got so close at the first place - PEOPLE TALKED TO ME! In here, I'm just...invisible. I've got into wearing skirts now due to me being transphobic after the Genting Highland incident. But my personality remains the same - violent, I don't care what the world says, blur, sometimes sugar high. But it is from here that I started altering my future, I discovered how to scream metal songs, and then I started so--w---ing (figure that yourselves) and then I had the awkward idea to form a band, however, due to the fact no one talks to me, I feel futureless again. And then I discovered psionics, and then lost another friend due to this, and then discovered SOMETHING EVEN WEIRDER THAN THE PHENOMENA OF THE PARANORMAL!!! SOMETHING THAT CAN BLOW ONE'S MIND AWAY IF THEY READ IT!! (not revealing, coz I never will, it could trigger war...) Right now I seriously wished I wasn't fated to be who I truly am. I am just...Amanda. Why me? I feel awkwardly stressed out, I'm still definately sceptical about this, I don't think I'm living in a fantasy world. I think maybe he just jumped into conclusions thinking I really am who I am. No. Why? How? If all of it is true, I want to unwind time COMPLETELY and then find its restart button, so I can just wish my true fate away....it's far too....cruel? stressful? sudden? creepy? or just beyond English vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8628099398601623316?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8628099398601623316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8628099398601623316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8628099398601623316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8628099398601623316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/11/comparison-of-my-lifestyles.html' title='Comparison of my lifestyles'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-3343042446111384336</id><published>2008-11-03T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:41:54.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Days of Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Now Playing: A whole medley of "Rock Band" songs&lt;br /&gt;Mood: stressless&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!! WOOHOO!! (but for those taking Chinese and Music tomorrow, good luck, if they're any at all....) Oh and I forgotten to mention during the second last day of my holiday, I felt extremely happy, why? It's the attack of the ZEN!! (4Sc3 mates should know XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Lee Zen visited me unexpetedly, I mean it's only 4 days of holiday in Malaysia and he actually came down to see me. I feel special LOL jk. Not only that, I was idiotic enough to not take his pic but only he taking my pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that day we went to Orchard cineplex and watched HSM 3, I know I sound really gay right now, but I gotta say I'm quite surprised by the stuff seen in High School Musical 3. Just to say it's big screen material, nothing else. But then what's even funnier was that the &lt;i&gt;girls&lt;/i&gt;... okay, seriously loud as if speaking their minds, "AAHHH!!!" (during the opening with the close up of Troy) "HAHAHAHA" (the part where Troy was singing in 'night to remember' if not mistaken) freaky mainstream teens....but I gotta say, Rocketman was the one which actually made it funny. (ignore "nothing else")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and, at least I got hold of one of Lee Zen's photos in 4Sc3's friendsters and I gotta say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VNRmWtrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YBVfC4Ry4Pg/s1600-h/rocker-wannabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VNRmWtrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YBVfC4Ry4Pg/s320/rocker-wannabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264379438481979058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;center&gt;LOLMFAO while ROFL!!!! ROCKER WANNABE LOLOLOLOLOL!!! The first time when I saw this photo I was showing this expression &gt;&gt; XD but my laugh is a mere "..." SERIOUSLY, I think it's a hard, high pitched laugh that I couldn't reach man! That emo lala nerd has changed!!(inside joke again with 4Sc3ers)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VOCsGtkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/TbZU2dfo2bE/s1600-h/IMG_0184%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VOCsGtkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/TbZU2dfo2bE/s320/IMG_0184%5B2%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264379451659433538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;To Lee Zen: You SEE! I obviously pull the rocker look BETTER THAN YOU! Not only that, I was BORN A ROCKER/METALWOMAN, BEAT THAT XD XD (I know that the fake guitar ruined everything but, what's a girl without a real guitar gotta do? Pose with a noobish keyboard?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VOB3ttZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IScI-Urzvz8/s1600-h/IMG_0185%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VOB3ttZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IScI-Urzvz8/s320/IMG_0185%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264379451439691154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;See what I mean? A mere 61 note keyboard supposed to be for my brother but I can slide my fingers to create melody with it XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all folks! (wait, too cliche) Beat it! (unoriginality, it came from a song) And all you yesterdays can light fools like me (ripped off from Shakespeare -_-) FORGET IT! Here I am telling you that I am signing off my bloody blog, original enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-3343042446111384336?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/3343042446111384336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=3343042446111384336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3343042446111384336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3343042446111384336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-of-stress.html' title='Days of Stress'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQ7VNRmWtrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YBVfC4Ry4Pg/s72-c/rocker-wannabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-3650986108647591201</id><published>2008-10-23T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:15:42.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Holly days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Home Grown - Tomorrow (gone back to mainstream rock ftm)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: bored + paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still bored as hell. No photos from Sumatra yet coz my step dad has short term memory loss (he couldn't remember to get those photos outta the disposable camera =.=") and that I'm also too lazy to access the student drive to get the photos out *smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just some stuff I oughta show whilst rotting during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAhCMhtUWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ToOb7QtIuyE/s1600-h/funny...i+think.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260240686374801762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAhCMhtUWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ToOb7QtIuyE/s320/funny...i+think.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Note the header of the IE window...Some virus running around the school's computers for some time now. Indonesian translation: Hey kids, study hard and don't watch porn. O_o we still have no idea who did it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAimlDq2uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DQk1GiVFAFg/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260242410946616034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAimlDq2uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DQk1GiVFAFg/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;something I drew out of boredom and stuck it on my bedroom door so it doesn't look boring lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAimieRrFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/11XOx-aYWkc/s1600-h/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260242410252905554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAimieRrFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/11XOx-aYWkc/s320/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I did this paper rose for my mom during her birthday. And guess what? Jordan's birthday (the guitarist of Childhood Dreamers) also lies on the same date as my mom's! COINCIDENCE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JORDAN (and any other ppls b'day that I missed, gomen nasai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-3650986108647591201?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/3650986108647591201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=3650986108647591201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3650986108647591201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3650986108647591201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/10/holly-days.html' title='Holly days'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SQAhCMhtUWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ToOb7QtIuyE/s72-c/funny...i+think.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-782401179133881572</id><published>2008-10-17T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:25:34.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now Playing: New age music&lt;br /&gt;Mood: her royal sighness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail...to be someone normal. My perception of life...differs those of the majority. Failure, is worse than death itself...my only companions, blog, pen and paper, watercolors and art blocks, they understand what I go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind differs in all ways, always...no one comprehends let alone hypocrites. I'm stranded in a town called hypocrisy, where everyone don't mean what they say or do, all ubiquitous. To turn back time, impossible. Loneliness, it conquers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices...my inner best friend. Me, myself, and I. Heart body and soul, all three of them are my best buds. Lost contact for so long, how do I know what's going on? You may call me emo or what...I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-782401179133881572?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/782401179133881572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=782401179133881572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/782401179133881572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/782401179133881572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/10/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-3514228351298514610</id><published>2008-10-11T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:32:58.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psionics'/><title type='text'>the war @ 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #FFFFFF no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%"&gt;Now Playing: Soldiers of the Wastelands - DragonForce&lt;br /&gt;Mood: either I am sugar high or I'm in a serious "war" like mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to all you nons out there, I'll be asking a really stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%"&gt;Are there any psions within the south east Asian countries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google up 2012 or find some TK website that mentions about an upcoming war at 2012 after the human conciousness have shifted and have full power. ALL YOU NONS!! This is not an act of sin and I POST WHATEVER I WANT TO BLOG ABOUT SO KEEP AN OPEN MIND AND STFU (on drugs LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-3514228351298514610?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/3514228351298514610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=3514228351298514610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3514228351298514610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3514228351298514610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/10/war-2012.html' title='the war @ 2012'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1135991686053407355</id><published>2008-10-06T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:05:53.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><title type='text'>Paranoia, Supernatural, 2012, and the Restart of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: End of Days - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: No idea how to describe it. Violent? Disorder? Left alone to tremble in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I just feel like tossing all this work into open flame...yes, my poetic days are gone for now, I know you guys are waiting for me to post on my trip in Sumatra but I haven't got the photos out of the disposable cam yet. So yea, more heavy dosages of the Sumatra aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really weird dream 2 days ago, something about talking people (possibly spirits) to go to "The Light" and an old man committing suicide during that hypnagogic state and I couldn't sleep properly as I was disturbed. I visited my sanctuary and true self said it's because I've been reading too much stories. Possibly because I read too many psychic experiences that I feel like one of them? Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clairvoyance. Zener cards. They could be out of luck or my subconcious is actually a sleeping giant. Having heard that skill is connected to seeing ghosts, I got paranoid, but as heard from a new friend of mine in USA, she said that if I get scared I would attract more negative energy and ghosts. But I foud my inner peace so I can consult my inner self on dealing with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, another topic rises again. 2012, and the myth that possibly Singapore sinks when the next tsunami comes......we're doomed anyways. Extra Terrestrials abducting us, The biggest earthquake that can destroy the world, what other theories are there? Oh yea, us turning into zombies, bees becoming extinct, inserts 2012 bullcrap, just keep moving forward, or some of us here may find a way to shield the Earth from armageddon, a hero is born....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restart of all those things I hate. Coming to Singapore, ever being an existing object, obsessing over the fiction than the real. I die, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1135991686053407355?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1135991686053407355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1135991686053407355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1135991686053407355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1135991686053407355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/10/paranoia-supernatural-2012-and-restart.html' title='Paranoia, Supernatural, 2012, and the Restart of Everything'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-2827953870866908011</id><published>2008-09-23T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:46:32.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;In the bitter end, I'm still the clown, because no one can hear me scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-2827953870866908011?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/2827953870866908011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=2827953870866908011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2827953870866908011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2827953870866908011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-bitter-end-im-still-clown-because-no.html' title=''/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8724933126605219602</id><published>2008-09-22T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:56:16.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ehhh...nvm, no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: with my pocket guitar in my iPhone XD&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Put your hands up for KL, I love that city!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend hasn't gone so well, As if I've been struck in my own cell.&lt;br /&gt;Bitches and bastards show no sympathy, I let out my inner cry of agony.&lt;br /&gt;The wheel that proves that psi exist, Hath been broken to pieces of six.&lt;br /&gt;Rage and violence consumes over me, Targeting my brother the anger from me.&lt;br /&gt;Not only me but my mother, the boss, Because of our actions, she became so cross.&lt;br /&gt;Childish acts from people like who? Revenge because there's nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;This soul is still searching in the dark, When will I find the king of my heart?&lt;br /&gt;The last stanza was cheesy enough, Should be more like artist of wrath.&lt;br /&gt;Impatience for the trip to Sumatra, I hope the days haven't stretched too far.&lt;br /&gt;I have ran out of words today, Stay tuned again for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8724933126605219602?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8724933126605219602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8724933126605219602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8724933126605219602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8724933126605219602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/ehhhnvm-no-title.html' title='Ehhh...nvm, no title'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7805450235264307902</id><published>2008-09-18T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:17:44.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>darkness resumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;Now Playing: with her mind&lt;br /&gt;Mood: dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darkness continues to take over this body. Though her spine and head starts to ache, this pain, so soothing...maybe I should kill someone tomorrow. Three cheers for sweet revenge they say. Oh, how I love hatred and pain - my only way to show affection. Because every mourn of despair feeds my satisfaction. We'll see how thick skin a person can get when darkness wins. Set my victim ablaze, that ought to teach people not to mess with noir (French for dark/black) Welcome to my twisted circus. Watch me. Watch how I shall treat your brain as a fiddle, get mesmerised with the dancing fire. All to fill my desires, of hearing endless suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't rhyme but I don't care, I'll strip my victims off till they're bare. &lt;br /&gt;Tell you not to mess with fire, but you point to me and say I'm a liar.&lt;br /&gt;Light n love is not easy to conquer, I don't think I can hold it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;"Violence is not the way to solve", why do you even want to involve?&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is a form of expression, diseases and syndromes are a mere digression.&lt;br /&gt;Attention seeking just to gather a few, this group will then begin something new.&lt;br /&gt;Cirque du Noir, Fallen City, these people will strike like electricity.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just like a videogame, learn new skills all for you to gain.&lt;br /&gt;TB, TK, whatever it is, these are the things you don't wanna miss.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is right now retreating, I feel like it's a form of relieving.&lt;br /&gt;Other than metal, other than poems, now I feel like playing glow worms.&lt;br /&gt;Or I can start to pack my things, when in Sumatra I'll be missing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or a bit of PK, that's better than memorizing the KKK.&lt;br /&gt;Fry screaming or a form art, the best way to escape when "Things Fall Apart".&lt;br /&gt;Logarithms, reciprocals, and parabolas, teacher may be fun but I feel like screaming "AAAH!"&lt;br /&gt;I know this poem has a bit of quirk, don't flame on this you big ol' jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in making a metalcore band? I'll be the vocalist (that's pretty much what I can do anyways, maybe a bit of keyboards? Check one of my previous posts and there's a piano interpretation of Apologise by One Republic) As said many times before, or maybe not, just visit my youtube account and there's proof I am a good fry screamer (nvr meant to brag) I won't be that active until at least a year and a half (if IB isnt a burden. But if it is, then make that 3 years) but I feel like I really wanna be in a band part time because I really have that passion for metalcore. Something different than talking abt sex and romance all the time and its so straightforward. But yea, this isnt a job application script so I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: When I say make a band, I mean we do it seriously. Like recording and producing albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7805450235264307902?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7805450235264307902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7805450235264307902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7805450235264307902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7805450235264307902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/darkness-resumes.html' title='darkness resumes'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-819225815100166963</id><published>2008-09-18T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:15:53.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #Ffffff no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;Now Playing: what to play....I noe, FIRE&lt;br /&gt;Mood: pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dark side that I possess over this body...is angry, you won't like what I'll be doing now, coz it involves hypocrisy...or rather hippocracy, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, if a person has a belief of their own, let it be...let it slide...unless you want bad things happening to you then point and laugh...and this background is so unlike what I am. But what to do to show you're using an iPhone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I most likely forgotten something important from friendster.....&lt;br /&gt;the joy of blood.....muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-819225815100166963?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/819225815100166963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=819225815100166963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/819225815100166963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/819225815100166963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/darkness-rising.html' title='darkness rising'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6194153666664797958</id><published>2008-09-15T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:05:11.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psycho.......kinetic.....overdose.........sugar........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now Playing: Ian The Little * Brother Show&lt;br /&gt;Mood: SUGER HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I don't think I can type oproperly right now coz yeah, I AM SUGaR HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reality check* shit, 5 more minutes tilll I have to go....but anyways, procrastination syux coz....I didn't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. homework&lt;br /&gt;2. studies for history&lt;br /&gt;3. vocal covers&lt;br /&gt;4. artwqrk (but it happens all the time LOLO)&lt;br /&gt;5. videos of my bro XD'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also hallucinationg a lot lately, like like...uh....nvm, will come to this when I remember TO HIGH LIAOo XDXDXD signing off as a drunkard, no, sugarard LOLMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6194153666664797958?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6194153666664797958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6194153666664797958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6194153666664797958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6194153666664797958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/psychokineticoverdosesugar.html' title='psycho.......kinetic.....overdose.........sugar........'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-4678794408501130791</id><published>2008-09-08T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:50:52.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yet another first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now Playing: I can't blast the school's amp.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using school's comp here. And What did I do during the holidays? ACT STUPID AND CAMWHORE!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWqO5uAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yp0qCfbFaLA/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243551550948358146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWqO5uAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yp0qCfbFaLA/s320/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Not really at first, just a shot of my current room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWjFfY5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PzOuPP83m58/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243551549029835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWjFfY5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PzOuPP83m58/s320/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Normal me (I think)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWxjmRxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/x1Cj53phODA/s1600-h/IMG_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243551552914212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWxjmRxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/x1Cj53phODA/s320/IMG_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Prep me LOL (I hate this btw)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWzulP_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/dKp9o85yAOI/s1600-h/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243551553497153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWzulP_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/dKp9o85yAOI/s320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Emo me (2nd fave)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWXRfuz2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XmJWN62YoD8/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243551561487929186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWXRfuz2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XmJWN62YoD8/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Gothic Lolita-sh me (In case you guys are blind [just blame my iPhone, there's laces on my tank top, also my fave shot)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTX9v3snRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wXsBK6Ptl0w/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553321988168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTX9v3snRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wXsBK6Ptl0w/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;NERD!!!! LOLMFAO (embarrasing as well :p) In case you guys are wondering, I also tucked in my shirt LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTX90aLNrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CCH-zEOeJpY/s1600-h/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243553323206522546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTX90aLNrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CCH-zEOeJpY/s320/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The "damsel in distress?" or trying to lan cute again huh? *smacks self*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all I have in this post. Also I've been sugar high throughout the holidays coz I got nth better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinthint: metal lovers MUST visit my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/amalimrock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Youtube account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-4678794408501130791?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/4678794408501130791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=4678794408501130791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4678794408501130791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4678794408501130791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-first-day-of-school.html' title='Yet another first day of school'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DskV279zQmo/SMTWWqO5uAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yp0qCfbFaLA/s72-c/IMG_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8881311300436889069</id><published>2008-09-02T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:53:55.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Random Quotes that popped out of my head through memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #FFFFFF no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;Now Playing: Shadow of the day - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Mood: random mind with random stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just gonna post quotes here since I can't post pics here with my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Alan: Amanda... *while touching my cheeks*&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WAI!*goes to defensive position*&lt;br /&gt;Kar Keat: Keep your hands off my girl!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WALAO!! *even more defensive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me: *strangling Yeong Wei* &lt;br /&gt;YW: hello dear. Getting used to her strangling here.&lt;br /&gt;-later-&lt;br /&gt;Lee Zen (who was the dear YW was referring to): Can I sit here? Don strangle me arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me n Chi Qin: *whilst "drunk" and singing* You're my Angel~~*then sways to music drunk-like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Wait, so your house is, you turn left at the traffic light rite? (or sth among those lines)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ._.???&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Dun listen to him lar, he damn blur.&lt;br /&gt;(then argument starts here, bla bla noob guitarist noob bassist yadda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me: *half asleep half awake*&lt;br /&gt;Menon: Is that a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: No, it's the new girl Amanda lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Qasyaff: *crane pose*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *crane pose*&lt;br /&gt;Qasyaff: Go get your own pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got poked by my own safety pin!&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn: GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shit you! *starts whacking Mervyn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Me: *talking about Cassandra bla bla bla*&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: *kepohs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: why are you kepohing?&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: you said Cassandra's name :p&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls, I can't really remember witty lines from you guys but I'll update this when it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8881311300436889069?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8881311300436889069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8881311300436889069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8881311300436889069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8881311300436889069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-quotes-that-popped-out-of-my.html' title='Random Quotes that popped out of my head through memories'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7536865357449877947</id><published>2008-09-02T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:50:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bloody hell I hate this tupid fucking internet in which it doesn't get my vids uploaded to youtube fuck. And this computer also doesn't let me upload photos to blogger fuckinf fuck man. SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7536865357449877947?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7536865357449877947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7536865357449877947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7536865357449877947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7536865357449877947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-794672010079290889</id><published>2008-08-30T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:02:10.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #FFFFFF no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;Now Playing: paint it black - rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;Mood: first pissed, now happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. 2 times in a row i got pissed off during dance class. One of it is bcos of outside interferences like (STH REALLY OBVIOUS FRM PREV POST) or I'm losing interest in tap NO! I still love tap dancing no matter what. Last time I got berserk coz of critism bla bla. At least got I-phone Liao!YAY! (is using now LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Also got cousins in S'pore to entertain with Guitar Hero LOL. My age aso. AND plz visit my youtube acc (my lil bro is recorded too while I recover my metal voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-794672010079290889?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/794672010079290889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=794672010079290889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/794672010079290889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/794672010079290889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8961279725632893568</id><published>2008-08-29T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:43:03.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Love and Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now Playing: this&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUdiADxh8Aw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to keep you guys busy while I'm still not getting the internet at home. (AT SCHOOL NOW) Yea, the photos from Grade 9 camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, some girls really deserve a tight slap from reality. (See Childhodd Dreamer's blog's tagboard's comments to see what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8961279725632893568?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8961279725632893568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8961279725632893568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8961279725632893568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8961279725632893568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-hate.html' title='Love and Hate'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6701592503542333329</id><published>2008-08-24T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:08:41.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthwhile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>This Weekend's Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: and again. -&lt;br /&gt;Mood: PAin, but a happy pain =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a pain, but it was worth it. Why? GRADE 9 CAMP (AND this stupid Hotmail.com is lagging like shit, darn it can't send my assignment to teacher then I'M DEAD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Friday to Saturday, Grade 9 camp, organised by students for students, of Grade 9(and I hate this keyboard) You know what, I'll just give a lineup on what has happened. Warning: heavy dosage of what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 pm: Camp starts. Rules are being run through. No homework XD&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around 2 pm: Games starts. The game was on the Glass Hall. You have to like, say your name, then it goes continuously until a person forgets then he/she/it is toothpaste-d eg: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A&lt;br /&gt;B: A,B&lt;br /&gt;Q: A,B,Q&lt;br /&gt;Z: A,B,uhh *toothpaste-d*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the game called wacko, you have a few ppl in the center, then someone from the center calls a name, they chase after that guy, then that guy calls another person's name, then they run after the person. If that person didn't say anything and got whacked, the person goes into the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we take our bags to our respective rooms, bathed, changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 pm: Fashion Show called Trash to Fash (literally). Newspaper into a dress, Shopping bag into a skirt. I HELPED ART CLUB (a lil, for the lino prints for a top)&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, not and never a fan of hip hop dancing. &lt;&lt; GREAT BIG REBEL OF THE MAINSTREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 pm: Dinner. Then there's a game called Facil hunt. Something like treasure hunt, except they're quotes that you have to figure out whose quotes those belong to. Before they give you their signature, you have to do things for them, like collecting blades of grass or leaves, tin cans, push ups, figuring an equation, counting stuff, etc. So yeah, a lot of running around, team 7 (my team) collected 8 signatures. At least it's an achievement for a short amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere @ 8 pm: Dodgeball. We sucked, yay! and my so called "art of confusion" does not work =P I'm not trusting martial arts at this one anymore. Instead, it became a laughing stock, not that I'm angry about it, but at least that becomes useful LOL XD seeing ppl waving their arms around to imitate the "art" = hilariousity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 pm: My teammates and I are tied together, and then they asked us to dance the "Pretty Woman" (mixture of Indian and English that became a hit during Racial Harmony Day) Then all of a sudden, lights went off, a shriek is heard, we kinda thought it was a set up coz the air-cond was still on. They all were like "do a head count" and then Joshua was like "We're all tied together =_=" and then we all went to the fountain, guess what, dead body, of Louisa, with a note of catch me if you can. I actually became a lil' paranoid during the blackout part, lol? Then we went around the school looking at more "dead bodies" including one of John (the leader of the camp) and obviously another note, when the hints were given, after collecting O,H, and N, some start to think it was John, but then majority figured out it was Ivor (and it spoilt the game) At the end when we found the killer, they were like "Ivor let's play Warcraft" some stuff lidat, then he laf XD srsly spoil the game man. And yes, I was NOT scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I may actually have messed up the time but I'm doing this according to memory) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 12.45 am lights out. I got homesick coz of the frozen floor and subzero air cond temperature (I didn't have a sleeping bag so I used dirty clothes as a blanket and my clothes bag as a pillow. Yes, it wasn't comfortable at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 am: (YES I SAID 6 AM) Morning run/jog. Then we played skin the snake, that's where all of us got injuries by the knees coz of the basketball court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am: Breakfast. Then FOOTBALL (not really) It's actually Ladies' Goal where only girls can score, and Team 7 WON EVERYTHING which includes beating the council at the game YAY Isabelle and me XD. And after that the station game starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 am: First station game. Station games is where we collect points, hang on I'm not telling you guys who won just yet. First game was at the hall where we have to figure out how to cross from one end to another with only two feet whilst carrying a talisman ('twas a chair) so we thought of wheelbarrowing (Isabelle and I were the wheelbarrows) and piggy-backing to cross, and WE WON but it hurts so bad lol. We also got the bonus marks for doing so with one feet, we thought of hopping on the talisman and another backing up wif 1 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game was outside the school hall, it was disgusting coz we had to fill in water into a bottle with our mouths and build a path across the "water" as humans can't walk on water. And we manage to get 9 1/3 within the time limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrid was....maths, with water packets, 4 points away from the other team mainly coz Pong was there. And then there's a soapy one where we try to fill the bottle with a cup held in our mouths by using knees. I kept making a lot of noise, coz I kept slipping LOL, but then they say you can walk if your knees hurt (they say it's much more tricky), so I did, no sweat at all, and they joked and say I was creating a miracle LMAO. Then there was water mines. I pretty much directed the whole team to...avoid the bombs, then the other team also tried to use my route to get there but in the end we suicide bomb to prevent them from getting to the other side, I didn't dare to go into the mine field LOL but in the end, Patricia poured water on me XD, then there was water tennis, in which we had to serve with water packets and the other has to catch it. Then eating competition. A mixture of belacan, milk, prunes, wasabi, tobacco and some other sauce. In the end, they say it was bearable, but I couldn't handle the spicyness, I tried doing animal on the food, but then the aftertaste killed me, my heart started beating faster and I started sweating, it was like a heatwave except it was happening internally - it was my own fault. The last game was again dodgeball, with water this time, and we sucked again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was LUNCH TIME XD I nearly lost my appetite after the eating competition but I still managed. Then I can't really remember after that but then we were asked to do an act later. so our team came up with a mock-up of yesterday's 'murder' except it's exaggerated, and funny. Jason and Joshua became the music for Pretty Woman the rest danced, Scott Lim played Ivor, Joshua was Louisa LOL and then Jason dies idk how coz I walked to the other side of the stage to prepare the dead John (which was played by Frank) and for the notes part, it says "HI &lt;3 Ivore" LOL. And yeah the rest was entertaining as well, and speaking of entertaining, even if this is a Catholic school, I can't believe they count sexual innuendo as a joke O_o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the facils gave their act as well and they revealed who was the winner after the act. Guess what, they lost the scores coz of the rain, so EVERYONE'S A WINNER YAY! XD And I'm sorry for not writing affirmations to most of you guys, and they say affirmations, you can use to talk to ppl you're not close to, so that's what I did, I sent to 4 ppl, well 2 are close, 2 aren't, and all of it is done out of boredom. Like LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner, they had self reflection time, and I got emotional and nearly cried but I didn't cry, yeah, now you all know (the only time I cried was during my farewell from Sri Garden, the last part =P). Then they had a slide show of what happened the past two days (photos I meant) I wonder when they'll send it out, so then I can show it in my blog =P and we left with good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with muscle ache and currently watching the closing ceremony of the Beijing Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6701592503542333329?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6701592503542333329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6701592503542333329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6701592503542333329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6701592503542333329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-weekends-roundup.html' title='This Weekend&apos;s Roundup'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8980125616280313425</id><published>2008-08-20T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:46:57.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><title type='text'>Ņơţĥıŋğ is Sweeter Than Sweet Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing: -&lt;br /&gt;Mood: pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Really looking forward to having my triumph over a bunch of si gemuk anjing di dalam sekolah saya yang tiada apa-apa baik utk buat. You'll alll prolly say"Congrats on finding yourself a bunch of school bullies." YAY! NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~In dreamworld-ish~&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously looking forward to sharpen my blade and start slaying already, the satisfaction of looking at blood. Blood from my enemies, yeah....that's the sign of triumph over agony...revenge, revenge, revenge... &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! sometimes I really do feel like hell is on Earth and that I wanna escape from it and go to heaven already. *bangs head against keyboard* jkukhkj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8980125616280313425?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8980125616280313425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8980125616280313425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8980125616280313425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8980125616280313425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-sweeter-than-sweet-revenge.html' title='Ņơţĥıŋğ is Sweeter Than Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-3505788171879672083</id><published>2008-08-14T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:17:20.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>◙☻Metal haters beware☻◙</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now Playing: this&lt;br /&gt;Mood: frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warning: If you hate metal music do not, I repeat, do not watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfxsjpBR-a8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfxsjpBR-a8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really good. Mainly because I rushed it when parents weren't around for a short while (so I can blast my amps) I still have stuff to do in my checklist...(dies of "workload")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-3505788171879672083?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/3505788171879672083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=3505788171879672083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3505788171879672083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3505788171879672083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/metal-haters-beware.html' title='◙☻Metal haters beware☻◙'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7164733991816060604</id><published>2008-08-13T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:00:28.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>§Wonderous Wednesday§ (ignore cheesy title coz I'm eating Cheezels yum! XD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing: Truimph or Agony - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhapsodyoffire.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rhapsody Of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (well I'm in agony =-=)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: refreshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. The day when my bag is light coz there's PE! XD yeah, we played soccer today, and I finally got to learn the right techniques of kicking the ball (NO TOES, i used to use my toes a lot when kicking) finally getting to realise my errors and why it doesn't go the direction I want it to go back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's history class, nothing much to blog about. And then there's doooom (for me and me teammates at least) during me English class (not really, it's during lunch actually) And here's the thing that I had issues with at the beginning (not Singapore's kiasu genes fault lol) That is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting without fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna use a lot of examples here so don't get offended. I really potong steam during our magazine presentation. Such hard work and dedication to making interesting reviews, and what do we get in the end? 0/10 readers. UNBELIEVABLE RIGHT?! Because our voters voted according to friendship instead on how good we do our work like wtf! This has also happened in Sri Garden, like voting for the president of Student Council. Actually, I trusted no candidate there, except maybe 1 or 2, but I voted the less popular one, Billy, coz I tot he may need a chance to show what he can do (he was an ex-prefect after all, even if he's a metalhead and anti hero kind of guy) but instead the popular one gets the most votes and now CD ain't happy, so am I (Her Own Enemy MUST be shown to YouTube =-=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fictional example (with real people):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Zen wants to be voted as basketball captain. But there's another unknown guy who plays better than (kek shui =P) Lee Zen. But Lee Zen has more friends than the unknown dude that plays better than him. Results is that Lee Zen wins over the other just coz he's got more frens. Really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luckily we're all gonna leave this floating castle generalised as High school real soon. When we step into society, none of this is ever happening again, thank goodness for that. I WANT TO GRADUATE ALREADY! I HATE HIGH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7164733991816060604?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7164733991816060604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7164733991816060604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7164733991816060604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7164733991816060604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderous-wednesday-ignore-cheesy-title.html' title='§Wonderous Wednesday§ (ignore cheesy title coz I&apos;m eating Cheezels yum! XD)'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7067608943526263794</id><published>2008-08-11T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:34:19.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>BWAHA...ha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: She Is Dangerous - Blessed By A Broken Heart (there isn't a link...)&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...NO SCHOOL!! coz of national day and I'm bored shit. Luckily, I got a few projects to be done like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Geography presentation&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics homework (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;3. study...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography's gonna be a piece of cake, and studying, I can do for Add maths with Mr Rainone in school...after school...so I have a few of my things to be done as well even if it isn't important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CD's surprise when they visit me (3 more to go, the halfway mark)&lt;br /&gt;2. Flash dressup game (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;3. Musical animation to be uploaded to YouTube (in the process of storyboarding)&lt;br /&gt;4. Vocal cover for Spit You Out - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;5. Upload my finished artwork to dA (uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;6. Finishing up (censored...but not adult content, I'm not ready to show this skill to the world until I can find suitable ppl to do this with me, proly would happen during my college years...which is a loooong way to go)&lt;br /&gt;7. Portfolio to enter DigiPen Institute. Yeah it's not only a science school, they have courses for game developing and animation. So I'm definately going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, why do I always overload myself with work when I prefer slacking around...prolly coz I'm bored? XD [a really obvious type AB person]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7067608943526263794?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7067608943526263794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7067608943526263794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7067608943526263794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7067608943526263794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/bwahaha.html' title='BWAHA...ha?'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1685331852514082006</id><published>2008-08-04T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:40:42.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Two statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Wherever You Will Go - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecallingband.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so In Geography class, we we're asked to talk about tropical rainforests and tropical deserts. Our rainforest was the Congo Basin and the desert was Sahara. Sahara was easy to reseach and all, but while researching the Congo Basin, I came across something. Let's call it 'it' for now. When I came home, I wanted to look for 'it' again. Unfortunately the original page when I saw 'it' didn't show up on google when I searched, but I still remember what 'it' was, and here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SJbVqeQV0oI/AAAAAAAAANY/8oCzbcgJOO8/s1600-h/lolnnotlol.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230602942890234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SJbVqeQV0oI/AAAAAAAAANY/8oCzbcgJOO8/s320/lolnnotlol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;click on the picture if you wanna see the big picture. And to those who don't know why the word is so funny, it's coz the word....means stupid in malay (no offence to and Congo peeps, if there's...any). LOL and I still remember Apa Khabar (in Malay it meant how are you?) BUT if you say it to a Korean......good luck (it sounds similar to the meaning of kick your father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yes, hunting is BAD, especially if its an endangered species, you don't want elephants to end up like dodo birds no? So yea. BTW go to Youtube and check out Hey there Delilah screaming version. It's awesome XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1685331852514082006?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1685331852514082006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1685331852514082006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1685331852514082006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1685331852514082006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-statements.html' title='Two statements'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SJbVqeQV0oI/AAAAAAAAANY/8oCzbcgJOO8/s72-c/lolnnotlol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5347104156646670586</id><published>2008-08-01T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:43:39.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freewill promoting'/><title type='text'>OOT - Childhood Dreamers' erm...little advertisement I came up with just to hope that it can promote them a bit more lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;yes ppl, they need more viewers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childhooddreamers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/7803/childhooddreamerslogoinrb4.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Image would lead to their blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/childhoodddreamers1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CD's myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who weren't in Mr. Anandraj's English class (ok well maybe pretty much to all my SJII readers), Childhood Dreamers is an ENGLISH [yes you read that right. ENGLISH] pop/rock/acoustic band formed in 2007. First started as a school band (from my ex-school), later they have started to record their songs, which are nice but has their flaws (I mean whaddaya expect from a rising band? Take Blink-182 for example) done quite a number of performances, including my Sweet 16 LOL XD and yes, they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some freewill promoting here coz....I STILL MISS MALAYSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T_T I wonder if they still remember my existance...especially mr-lan-si-bassist-of-CD-who-said-he-was-gonna-get-a-modem-fixed-"tomorrow"-but-still-have-to-wait-for-maybe-a-couple-or-more-centuries? yeah. To CD if you guys are reading this: when you guys come down to visit me in S'pore (OMFG SPORE! SEEDS LOL) , could you guys stay in for 3 days? eg Friday Saturday and Sunday? After your SPMs? coz I somehow planned it to be a 3 day thing (and my mom doesn't know yet, but for a cool mom like mine [perasan je lol] I'm sure she'll allow.) coz well, there's a lot of things I wanna spend my time with you guys XP (Afiq stfu abt the you noe who thing) And, as a debt for you guys, I have surprises for CD as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today again...TGIF!!!!! WOOHOO!!! DUN HAVE TO GET UP EARLY TOMOLO XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5347104156646670586?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5347104156646670586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5347104156646670586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5347104156646670586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5347104156646670586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/08/oot-childhood-dreamers-ermlittle.html' title='OOT - Childhood Dreamers&apos; erm...little advertisement I came up with just to hope that it can promote them a bit more lol'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8735949722452270772</id><published>2008-07-30T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:37:39.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>all hail the emo queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Some song I came up with, playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Mood: emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...of coz I'm still in contact with my friends, but it's all so...different. It's over a month. I still have 4Sc3's scream for my name...during really random moments....crack jokes, weirdness....even funny arguments....as they say every second counts...it's so true, I'm using someone else's laptop right now, just so that I can express sorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8735949722452270772?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8735949722452270772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8735949722452270772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8735949722452270772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8735949722452270772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-hail-emo-queen.html' title='all hail the emo queen'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5627873578912553756</id><published>2008-07-27T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:38:55.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Playing: Cloud Connected - In Flames (lazy to link again)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!! ASSESTMENTS IN AUG 18 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! must. study. to. survive. and. get. full. access. of. internet!!! X_X my maths still suck. I feel like shit. I'm done with being vegetarian. My mom and Mel are right - everything in moderation. Hope 4Sc3 is doing fine, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AFIQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5627873578912553756?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5627873578912553756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5627873578912553756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5627873578912553756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5627873578912553756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_27.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-2883022066488285154</id><published>2008-07-21T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:14:19.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Last Minutes in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Now Playing: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood: guilt....yet urging to draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....I nearly cried in public yesterday. This time it's got nothing to do with SG, it's because...my mom forced me to eat P-O-R-K!! OUTRAGEOUS! FOR A SEMI VEG LIKE ME TO BE FORCED TO EAT PORK JUST TO CALM MY MOM'S ANGER WTF!!!! I even drank chicken soup, ate silverfish, had duck gravy (even if those kind of stuff are minor coz I'm just a semi) BUT STILL OMFG why do some parents accept being vegetarianism but not mine? Even if my mom knows how foie gras are made (putting a tube into the duck's mouth and forcing it to eat..like a lot)  but yet she says it's part of the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: We were once the hunted. We were prolly herbivores back then I guess. Coz our intestines are herbivore-ish. Plus, meat clogs our arteries, but thank God for our stronger digestive system these days that doesn't make us suffer from indigestion, which somehow excludes old ppl (no offense). Quoted from somewhere "Blest this world for it's fruit without having to spill blood." or something among those lines, why can't we people move to just....stop global warming and solve the food crisis?! Circle of life...circle of lifeless carcasses being served at our dinner table that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, enough rants. But anyways, today in school we had Racial Harmony Day. I wore the sotong outfit aka baju kurung to school today, sang the choir. Then I skipped RDA today. I won't want an expensive silk clothing to get dirty =_= But then inspiration struck yesterday, and I started designing new characters for a prolly 2 hr long motion picture, but again I still have to wait and get my job, before I can move on being producer for what I'm dreaming of...again. Now there's two stories stuck in my head - Academy 1957 and Last Minutes in Heaven (both are working titles) I'll draw the new characters when I have the time, when I'm done I'll submit to dA. And DON'T STEAL MY ART!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough complains for today.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I'M GONNA DEAL WITH EATING MEAT AGAIN!!!!! WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL?????!!!!!!!!!! (it's won ton noodles btw T_T)&lt;br /&gt;EDIT EDIT: It's vegetarian curry rice! Complete with tofu, potato and spinach! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-2883022066488285154?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/2883022066488285154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=2883022066488285154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2883022066488285154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2883022066488285154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-minutes-in-heaven.html' title='Last Minutes in Heaven'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-4052600736148392515</id><published>2008-07-17T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:07:04.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Desperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #FF0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #FF0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #FF0000 3px ridge"&gt;Now Playing: It's my Life - video performanc of &lt;a href="http://childhooddreamers.blogspot.com"&gt;Childhood Dreamers&lt;/a&gt; during my Sweet 16 party&lt;br /&gt;Mood: as said in title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Coz I wanna end high school life and then finllege and work as an animator the rest of my life. JK. I just can't stand stereotypicalism. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, break time I went to the library and borrowed a book, written by none other than Anthony Horowitz (BUT not an Alex Rider story tho, I read all 7 and waiting for the 8th) however, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH8I1MntzPI/AAAAAAAAANI/PgIZ1gIH9AU/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH8I1MntzPI/AAAAAAAAANI/PgIZ1gIH9AU/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223903802786958578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;WHOLE COLLECTION OF ALEX RIDER SERIES XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch time we practiced our class play. BUT there was comic relief while waiting. I dunno where Gabriel managed to find a PAD....and then stuck it in between, cotton side up, played the catch the drop of water, then realises that PADS are super absorbant, Donovan was laughing his ass off for that, which also triggers a chain reaction that made me laugh like a moron also rolling on the floor laughing (his laugh is hilarious and moronic btw XD) and then they still don't have enuff, they had to pour a whole bottle of water on it, kick it around the hall, making its water drip like there's no tomorrow, and this thing goes on like there's no tomorrow. It's just some hilariously stupid moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, at home...unpacking is hecticity. And I got bored again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH8I1XtEXLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Zb_6e7zWXWE/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH8I1XtEXLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Zb_6e7zWXWE/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223903805762198706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;haha...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-4052600736148392515?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/4052600736148392515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=4052600736148392515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4052600736148392515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4052600736148392515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/desperado.html' title='Desperado'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH8I1MntzPI/AAAAAAAAANI/PgIZ1gIH9AU/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1934513492030875716</id><published>2008-07-16T17:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:57:26.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Erm.....&lt;8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now Playing: Given Up - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linkinpark.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Accomplishment...somehow ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d58454eb3e72bdf9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd58454eb3e72bdf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D825406F4FD50E2F46ADA857FBA940FAC3F97EE4E.72F5D8216082DA0B394361D90E8860C29FF2846E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd58454eb3e72bdf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM4M3AI_-Oovrx3oXhNa0V8MMh8U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd58454eb3e72bdf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D825406F4FD50E2F46ADA857FBA940FAC3F97EE4E.72F5D8216082DA0B394361D90E8860C29FF2846E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd58454eb3e72bdf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM4M3AI_-Oovrx3oXhNa0V8MMh8U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok-oklar...I know it isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good. A lot of errors here and there. I edited some part of the score so that it's easier for me to play. C'MON does it look like a person who stopped Grade 3 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;9 years old gonna play like a pro?? =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what you guys think. (Even if it's not really my future) and I am no way gonna upload it to YouTube. Seriously, like every video uploaded there there would be someone saying bad stuff about it. NO WAY, especially since YouTube is crowded with pro pianists (including pro Tap Dancers as well =_______=) so yea...gonna move to my real home today, that's why I feel good after recording this song - there's no keyboard yet in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223551345516073458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH3IRe9_0fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/B8F7n1wM1MA/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;This was the com's reflection (dat's y I'm wearing glasses)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH3IRS5ythI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WirmIR-LXiI/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223551342277211666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH3IRS5ythI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WirmIR-LXiI/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;to be more accurate, my BLOG XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1934513492030875716?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d58454eb3e72bdf9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1934513492030875716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1934513492030875716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1934513492030875716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1934513492030875716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/erm8d.html' title='Erm.....&lt;8D'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SH3IRe9_0fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/B8F7n1wM1MA/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5097404747840963882</id><published>2008-07-14T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:39:49.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spit You Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing: Apologise on piano - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepianocian.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tony Dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sulking against..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GOT THE MONDAY BLUES...again...and remember that guy I told you abt RDA? well he isn't here this week. As I guessed it. And then, right after returning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHs2rSyXEQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NMRh8C0JQpQ/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222828310271561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHs2rSyXEQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NMRh8C0JQpQ/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;"Oh my keyboard...how I missed you so"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Wait, this is't my keyboard..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHs2reA8EII/AAAAAAAAAMo/bpAfBXY1qZM/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222828313285496962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHs2reA8EII/AAAAAAAAAMo/bpAfBXY1qZM/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;"And this isn't even my real house yet."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2765a2f03e3746e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2765a2f03e3746e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DCEA1A1D2D892D42FD00ED07B519DC53206E28.7057187EB15E638FB4B050137F8D4792378098ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2765a2f03e3746e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DElY5ckynWilWLAiBvWfd_S0_Fbs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2765a2f03e3746e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DCEA1A1D2D892D42FD00ED07B519DC53206E28.7057187EB15E638FB4B050137F8D4792378098ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2765a2f03e3746e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DElY5ckynWilWLAiBvWfd_S0_Fbs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am such a lan si. I know it's not that great. Incomplete and all, and this keyboard doesn't have amps, if you notice the F key (NOT F WORD YOU NGONG)is louder than the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dudes...I became frens wif a hacker o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5097404747840963882?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2765a2f03e3746e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5097404747840963882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5097404747840963882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5097404747840963882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5097404747840963882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/spit-you-out.html' title='Spit You Out'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHs2rSyXEQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NMRh8C0JQpQ/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5760091991785284023</id><published>2008-07-12T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:38:23.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoREdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ècstasŷ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now Playing: Let's Groove - Earth Wind and Fire&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sienz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHi-lKxjfKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-ukgapoGCBM/s1600-h/conv.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222133313692728482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHi-lKxjfKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-ukgapoGCBM/s320/conv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T ALEX&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T my zech&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T my alex&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T our cutey pies&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T miss like shit&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;did u realise&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T me too&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T what?&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;their initials are polar opposites?&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;A and Z&lt;br /&gt;@---•ŘðċķĮŊģ Pŗįśøŉŝ•---@ says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;XD zech so cute&lt;br /&gt;♪ ~♀ Sø†øng å††åçk ♂~ ♪ says:&lt;br /&gt;so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see...we're on ecstasy...&lt;br /&gt;ps: There is nothing going on between Chi Qin and Zech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5760091991785284023?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5760091991785284023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5760091991785284023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5760091991785284023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5760091991785284023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/cstas.html' title='Ècstasŷ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHi-lKxjfKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-ukgapoGCBM/s72-c/conv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-624506231661296763</id><published>2008-07-12T11:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:09:48.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>OOT (Out of Topic)??? Much respects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Nemesis - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://archenemy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Arch Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: o_O I'm being shitted....actually more like pwned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 days ago I T_T again, out of jealousy. That's when the roles of true friends come to play, where you can share ur tots, and then realise the same thing happened to ur friends as well. Thx Benji and Chi Qin =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enuff dosage of my everyday life. Let me show you my latest idol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr54xFDII/AAAAAAAAAL8/aXwsZJIr3d4/s1600-h/angela-gossow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972041426865282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr54xFDII/AAAAAAAAAL8/aXwsZJIr3d4/s320/angela-gossow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Yes we know that's a girl. Her name is Angela Gossow. Pretty, charming smile, looks slim in black, wearing a cowboy hat (yee haw) - impression of a normal girl &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr6lzo0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/GBMvzd9QL6E/s1600-h/angela.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972053517193954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr6lzo0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/GBMvzd9QL6E/s320/angela.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Another shot of her. Seriously elegant looking, and just became my idol, why? We'll get to that later.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that there are rock bands with female singers, like Paramore. Also, gothic rock/opera metal female singers in bands like Nightwish, Within Temptation, etc. But this one, is one of the few sucessful women who have been...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr6x_UEJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iw7u9BdB_Hc/s1600-h/arch_enemy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972056787390610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr6x_UEJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iw7u9BdB_Hc/s320/arch_enemy11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...in a melodic death metal band whose primary vocals are screaming. I KNOW! How amazing is that?! INSTANT IDOL OF MINE &gt;D!! Lemme show you one of their latest stuff:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" width="328" height="94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/eff2e1e3-fc7c-4ee0-9152-bafdd40a5da0&amp;amp;theName=Arch Enemy - Blood on Your Hands&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #ffffff; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=eff2e1e3-fc7c-4ee0-9152-bafdd40a5da0"&gt;Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 7px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/eff2e1e3-fc7c-4ee0-9152-bafdd40a5da0/Arch-Enemy---Blood-on-Your-Hands/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue" align="center"&gt;Track details &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 7px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff6600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna" align="center"&gt;eSnips Social DNA &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually joined Arch Enemy on the year 2001, during her interview, she's got a video recording in which she calls "poor quality" and then the band, particularly Amott, said that "she wiped the floor with all the other contenders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: She's vegetarian. And I'm on day 2 of Veg diet. I told u guys I'm changing my image rite, and yes this is part of it, I'm liking what I am now, makes me feel so much better than anything else(I bought a skirt too), and I'll try that diet at least 30 days, if it works out, I'm pure vegetarian (NOT VEGAN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, right now I have the mood to draw...I need inspiration guys-WAIT A MINUTE! I GOT ONE! Nevermind guys thx anyways lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-624506231661296763?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/624506231661296763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=624506231661296763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/624506231661296763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/624506231661296763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/oot-out-of-topic-much-respects.html' title='OOT (Out of Topic)??? Much respects'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHgr54xFDII/AAAAAAAAAL8/aXwsZJIr3d4/s72-c/angela-gossow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-4671051789925207276</id><published>2008-07-11T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:11:51.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>©anon D foreve®</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now Playing: Canon Rock - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jerryc.tw/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JerryC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: RE-energised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm lazy to get up for school. I've got a painful butt, a numb hand, and stiff fingers, why? Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did all my cheer jumps (ALL OF IT) on the trampoline and stretched my muscles too hard on the butt. A numb hand for carving out lino art, which nearly made me lose my blood circulation that may make a person stuck in the same place else I won't be here, stiff fingers for noodling around with the keyboard again (I wish my mom gets a keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, enough rants. I've got more snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd1WfSyxGI/AAAAAAAAALk/tZbdrEpF260/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221771322177274978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd1WfSyxGI/AAAAAAAAALk/tZbdrEpF260/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This one is on lunch time. Come on guys, I tried ok? But sometimes, things like this is up to all of you to pursue XD. And that string thingy, is food, really. They're tasty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out for dinner. After dinner [payback XD, From Autumn to Ashes fans will get it] Catherine wanted to go to the games room. So I played this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd2QnfxsoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0unJy8Tu-0U/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221772320811627138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd2QnfxsoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0unJy8Tu-0U/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I still kinda suck at it, c'mon, it's a 5 footed 1 (as you can see on the screen), not like ur usual DDR. And I loved their Canon D remix XD, I played that lvl for like...4 times? XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd2QVlKdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/52NNDNd5b_Q/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221772316002383282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd2QVlKdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/52NNDNd5b_Q/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Catherine. Daughter of Aunty Lisa and Uncle John.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: one of her video games nearly killed my eardrums, Pixel Chix SUCK MAN, THEY'RE ALL SO FUCKING SOTONG/BITCHY THAT THEY'VE GOT NO LIFE! Especially when she left it there without switching it off, that girl kept saying "Ehem, excuse me?" in a really fucking bithcy way X_X LIKE A LOT OF TIMES I'M DEAF NOW I TELL YA, I'M DEAF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-4671051789925207276?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/4671051789925207276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=4671051789925207276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4671051789925207276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4671051789925207276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/anon-d-foreve.html' title='©anon D foreve®'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHd1WfSyxGI/AAAAAAAAALk/tZbdrEpF260/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1608805598310021575</id><published>2008-07-08T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:59:58.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>ΞמTotal TT_TTnessמΞ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now Playing: That's What You Get - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paramore.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Nostalgic, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the vid in Olivia's blog, I became nostalgic, and went to YouTube to search for Sri Garden videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4DU33Fdimc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4DU33Fdimc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;OMG I'm in the vid! Hint: @ 1:06, Red t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;ps: @ 2:36 Note the lan si Yellow House flagbearer XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9enxqSLDeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9enxqSLDeQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm ALSO in this vid, and again, Red shirt @ 0:29 AND 0:41. Note that I had long hair that time. Man I'm getting perasan XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LXxY-N2uVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LXxY-N2uVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;To reduce my perasan-ness, I uploaded a vid of Mel Tan during her prom nite performance (I wasn't in the event btw) THIS ONE'S FOR YOU MEL!! KYA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1608805598310021575?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1608805598310021575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1608805598310021575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1608805598310021575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1608805598310021575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/total-ttttness.html' title='ΞמTotal TT_TTnessמΞ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6270922166031698813</id><published>2008-07-07T18:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:20:45.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>ъӘIMPORTANT NEWSFLASHӘъ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Los Angeles -&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtheband.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: 8D LIEK SRSLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not. XD but srsly, today...I was lazy to get up lol. But yeah, Mondays...oh man. And I GOT SHOTS XD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHHwE2FZfdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lyaIaeiFw88/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220217409127415250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHHwE2FZfdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lyaIaeiFw88/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Basketball court...looks big&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SHHxZLTm7QI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7h_0z42l4EQ/s144/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;PLAYGROUND, but don think abt hogging it, it's for elementary kids only&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then during Physics class I tried to get the photos of my leng lui frens, BUT they're camera shy (TOO BAD, GUYS XD)And yes, boy activity happening and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SHHxZNZDJqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NTGH-DB6Ht8/s288/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No offence to guys in photo. But yea, they were fooling around wif the experiment while teacher was away, and I had to umm....how do I put these terms... guy terms: dodge, girl terms: FLEE, from the incoming cans that were loaded with sand.coz it'll hurt&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's social service on Mondays. I chose RDA (Riding for the Disabled Association)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SHHxZY3gSsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oUgkwCFag2E/s288/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;HORSE!!!!!XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the biggest coincidence in my life. But first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Youtube&lt;br /&gt;2. Search for Fred&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys (not in my school) who is also helping the kid we're supposed to take care of, as in being sidewalker, came from the UK, I was too shy to ask for his photo, cuz we JUST MET DAMNIT. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is also Fred, AND LOOKS LIKE FRED OMFG!!!!! SAME HAIR, CAUCASIAN, SAME NAME, different voice, but of course that's too obvious. Yes, we started conversations and all, he said he was from the UK and currently on holiday, 9 weeks...9 WEEKS!!! liek summer vacation. Den den den...I wanted to ask for his email, BUT we had to go. It was 5pm, oh man, dun think I could see that guy again, nice meeting you Fred, that is if you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: to some of you who don't believe me. I can tell you I remembered what he wore. Not that I'm a stalker or anything, just observant.&lt;br /&gt;1. Maroon colored jersey with yellow patterns, with the number 4 if not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;2. White and Red sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bermudas.&lt;br /&gt;Does that prove that he exists? If not I don't really care what you think anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I when I came home, I smell of horse poop EWWW!!! YUCK!!!!!! and my shoes are also filled with sand. DOUBLE YUCK! And I heard from Childhood Dreamers THAT THEY'RE COMING DOWN TO SINGAPORE TO VISIT ME YAY!!!!!!!!!! WOOOHOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: did I mention I cut my hair? I WANT SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR T_T but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SHHxZdO4mRI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tw4_t5V4L3I/s288/Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cam whoring rox...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6270922166031698813?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6270922166031698813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6270922166031698813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6270922166031698813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6270922166031698813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/important-newsflash.html' title='ъӘIMPORTANT NEWSFLASHӘъ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SHHwE2FZfdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lyaIaeiFw88/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1903039540780797347</id><published>2008-07-05T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:18:11.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xcomment.com/g1/img/broken_heart092407093858.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.xcomment.com/g1/img/broken_heart092407093858.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart shatters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never to find its pieces again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing,&lt;br /&gt;From the world thou live in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xcomment.com/search/Broken"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xcomment.com/g2/img/brokenheart082107115815.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty,&lt;br /&gt;It shatters for mourning my absence,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to return,&lt;br /&gt;To see thy smile as I come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SG9mF3UobLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Bay7Hn8x8F8/s144/ist2_407872_blood_splatter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if dead,&lt;br /&gt;Dissapearing from existance,&lt;br /&gt;I am gone,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm commited to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;~Spontaneous poem by yours truly&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1903039540780797347?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1903039540780797347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1903039540780797347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1903039540780797347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1903039540780797347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/RockingPrisons/SG9mF3UobLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Bay7Hn8x8F8/s72-c/ist2_407872_blood_splatter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7806906994912151127</id><published>2008-07-04T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:12:27.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>ЏЇI don't think I can sleep tonightЇЏ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Seventeen - &lt;a href="http://www.wingertheband.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Winger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HYPER LIKE SHYT&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short term hiatus? Is over XD So to round up week one of Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,Saturday n Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Mom, step dad and I stayed in Fairmount, then drops me off at my mom's friend's place. I instantaeneously got used to the bedroom there, so comfy~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to elaborate more on my first week in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, enthusiastic ppl to meet newbs. Didn't get to talk alot on the first day yet. But slowly getting to know more through different classes, bcoz diff class = diff ppl. So yea. Got Malaysians there too. And now, working on English assignment as well as blogging + chatting wif Alex on his fren's Msn (AND HE JUST SAID HE'S GETTING A MODEM TOMORROW!!! KYAAAAAAAAAAA *eyes dart back and fourth*...when is sachie and aiza coming on9??) + Drinking water = multitasking sux. Art club seems nice. Enthusiastic for RDA as well &gt;D KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Education also got me into thinking about the future again, stressed fo coz la...future...is not so bleak anymore, did I mention this before? I know what college I'm going to, DigiPen. And I AM determined to start an animation career, y'kno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than looking towards the future...I also had nostalgia. Remember the times when you played with body wash soap and made soap bubbles? Well, the brand Dove, not only does it give you nice skin, it also makes BIG BUBBLES XD! BIGGEST BUBBLES I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE (tho may not be bigger than some other type I forgot how, sth to do with car-wash soap and all) [Is practically talking crap here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should go to YouTube and look for Fred. His chipmunk voice and storyline is really funny. (Digressing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now lvl 32 in Zu online, wow, Zu is REALLY easy to level up XD I love Zu. I think I can just...(continues talking crap, even poetic ones which make no sense, whilst lost in dreamworld and doesn't know when to sign off the blog) OH SNAP, I GOT AN ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT! gtg now bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7806906994912151127?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7806906994912151127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7806906994912151127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7806906994912151127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7806906994912151127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-think-i-can-sleep-tonight.html' title='ЏЇI don&apos;t think I can sleep tonightЇЏ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-3159561845624954803</id><published>2008-07-03T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:52:04.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><title type='text'>טּ_טּ Headache טּ_טּ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing: For All These Times Son, For All These Times - &lt;a href="http://www.lostprophets.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lostprophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the link is there 8D)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These assignments are a real pain, I'm not used to it yet X_X. Anyways, I'm getting adapted to life in Singapore already. Not the homework yet lol. I guess catching up wif a few things is a big pain eg Add maths -_-, could've taken that instead of Art if I knew X_X (but at the same time, there ARE benefits of takinf art in terms of social coughachokelesnortx)the assignments are a real pain in the &lt;strike&gt;butt&lt;/strike&gt; brain although I gotta admit some are fun, but not when you're stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeh, these days I'm making really short blog posts and I dunno y. Ran out of words? Maybe. I may also think about going on a short-term hiatus on blogging, that is if, I'm pressured or lazy. Yes, I still miss you guys, even dream of you guys, but I have other things to do other than just blogging. Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-3159561845624954803?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/3159561845624954803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=3159561845624954803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3159561845624954803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/3159561845624954803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/headache.html' title='טּ_טּ Headache טּ_טּ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6684595236546530294</id><published>2008-07-02T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:11:04.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>ﻼﻬOOT - Zu Onlineﻬﻼ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT SO RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not listening to anything nor am I in a describable mood. In a nutshell, I got lazy for this part XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zu.igg.com/"&gt;Zu online.&lt;/a&gt; Checked this a week ago or so. adn then...FELL IN LOVE WITH IT &gt;D I'm a lvl 25 Moon maiden in the faction of Tai. My char name is Yan-Li-Shan (dun ask, randomly generated XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SGtRy4WfPHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/025zYWZh2Fk/s1600-h/zu_online_530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218354527800867954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SGtRy4WfPHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/025zYWZh2Fk/s200/zu_online_530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really mesmerizing graphics, easy quests to level up, controls, at first may seem conplicated, but you'll get used to it. The pic shows a summoner (as I'm typing, the more I feel like playing Zu online now XD) What more can I say...(urging to play now) er.....characters have quite nice choices, but for different clans cannot change gender,so I'm stuck as a spellcasting kind, but with speed as well, at least not a (gay) healer...and. OMFG I WANNA PLAY ZU ONLINE NOW, CONCENTRATION SUCKS XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6684595236546530294?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6684595236546530294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6684595236546530294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6684595236546530294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6684595236546530294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/07/oot-zu-online.html' title='ﻼﻬOOT - Zu Onlineﻬﻼ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SGtRy4WfPHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/025zYWZh2Fk/s72-c/zu_online_530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1139746247855366429</id><published>2008-06-30T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:49:57.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>ωell I never...ˇ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now playing: Come Back to Me - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/plainwhitets"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood: Calm...quiet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...thought that I could actually use my laptop! YEAHZ! &gt;D And I survived first day of school. And just as I expected, girls would be the ones talking to me first. And as seen in classrooms, girls would sit in a girls corner, and guys woild sit in a guys corner...there still is interaction between these two groups, but when studying, it's like that. In which to me, looks boring. No offence SJII students. And the noobs of SJII did get a warm welcome too. But I still feel like I wanna be outcasted, being a loner...coz....Sri Garden's fire is still burning in my very soul. It is still bright, I hope it just dims, but don't die down. Move on with SJII,but still live with SG's memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, one of the guys in Geo class asked which school I was from, I said Sri Garden, and they were like "Whoa...one of the best schools in Malaysia." Well I did get quite surprised when I heard that Sri Garden's reputation is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good [CD can use this as an advantage XD] And note to SG, I finish school at 3pm, but on Wednesdays and Fridays, it's 5:15 pm so wait patiently....till I return home XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also may need help for Biology and Add Maths, as I never learned these subjects in SG. That's all for a Manic Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1139746247855366429?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1139746247855366429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1139746247855366429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1139746247855366429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1139746247855366429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/ell-i-never.html' title='ωell I never...ˇ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6748883310457424400</id><published>2008-06-26T14:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:14:38.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>юReporting for Duty...NOTю</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FALSE RELOCATIONIST'S REPORT XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Everything You Want - &lt;a href="http://www.3doorsdown.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Nostalgia, sad, losing connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I'm still in Malaysia. Tomorrow gonna go already...damn sad lar...But right now I'm gonna talk about my chronology in Sri Garden the past 2 years...Be prepared as I would be really open minded at this, and it'll be really, really, really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was placed in Form 2D, in which I spotted a few familiar names, like Benjamin Lim, Melissa Chan. (acutally din realise till she came and talked to me &gt;D) Both from my same primary school. Y'kno, I tried to give a first impression that I was confident and all, but I fail miserably, anyways...the peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra &amp;amp; co. (Olivia, Melissa, Tang Mun Yee):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pplz I have ever met when in Sri Garden, actually Cassandra was the one who first said 'hi' to me =). But actually I had a first impression of them...as a bunch of *ahem*female dogs*ahem* but actually, Cass is quite nice that time, tho may become freaky as she is really enthusiastic about newbies in school XD, I can tell. That time, I wasn't close to her co. as well, then they had their downfall as being close friends during the middle of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasnaa:-&lt;br /&gt;the other girl whom talked to me in class, because I wanted to join Cheerleading. Nice girl, doesn't really had the impression of cheerleader at first, until she said she was in, maybe because of movies influence which said cheerleaders are bit*hy XD (but heck, I joined cheer and yet wanted to retain a good reputation and for the sake of Cempaka's nostalgia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrina and Ben:-&lt;br /&gt;Carrina had a really open mouth, haha, still cool to me, and Benjamin...childhood friend, so I can't remember what first impression I had on him. And I still don't get how the hell he can do stunts like that! Getting up from the floor wihout hands, break falling, SOMERSAULTING (wait, I actually can do it that time, just wif trampoline, same case with that guy) his amazing flexibility O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitra:-&lt;br /&gt;When she told me to clip my hair, or was it tuck my shirt? I thought she was a pair of goody two shoes. But actually, she' not really a pair of goody two shoes XD, but still it's a good thing, being rebellious rox. And she was close to Hasnaa and I that time, and when I say close, I mean REALLY close. Les partner XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle (Lee Xin Yi, so it doesn't get mistaken):-&lt;br /&gt;She was also another one who told me to either tuck in my shirt or clip my hair. But then not as often as Chit. Well, she's hot, as in, not literally panas, but HOT. I remember she wore slim jeans to Carrina's party and me and Cass were like omg - she's always hot (Does NOT make me a les ok? =__=) And she also liked to pinch my cheeks AND Cass', so we pretty much got annoyed wif that. But she's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja:-&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he was my preschool classmate until 2008. And my first impressions on this guy as a kid was "Is he a guy or a girl? Boy is a girl?". But then again my first impression on 2006...I didn't have when I saw him XD. You can share opinions and seek advice from this guy =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders:-&lt;br /&gt;What I can remember my first impression of cheer, was that the coach was also enthusiastic about newbies -_- and that the cheerleaders actually had a...cheeleader's aura O_O yes Nadira, that includes you too XD. That time was fun, but only until the boys came in it was funnier XD, but it's to digress...just scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira:-&lt;br /&gt;She actually had a REALLY strong cheerleader's aura dat time...I sensed it XD. In the end, she became one of my best frens along with Hasnaa, being our group leader XD PUT YOUR HANDS UP FOR DETROIT, I LUV THIS CITY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Ann:-&lt;br /&gt;Why is she special? Because she was one of the Chinese there XD, she's also an artist, dat's y her name is here. Check out her deviantart account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara:-&lt;br /&gt;Why her name is here as well? CARTWHEELS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin and co.:-&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember my first impression on them tho, but then one of my thoughts of Calvin was "Was he in my kindergarden? No seriously, why does he look a lil familiar" But in the end, I mistaken him for that someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Yee, Tracy, Yong Enn:-&lt;br /&gt;Knew them during adv. chinese class, but in the end I quit anyways, these guys hav a really loud mouth, but still, you can share your thoughts with them =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Lyn n Su Ming:-&lt;br /&gt;Both are my kindy mates =) Don't really got to know Sue Lyn much, but I can forever remember what guilt I did to Su Ming during volleyball. Alas, it was repaid this year by the shuttlecock XD, I'll also remember how sotong Su Ming is XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Animation Club:-&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I got to know Liyana (has a deviantart account as well), Joanne, Jia Jin (deviantartist too) and Qasyaff =3 Some peeps thought our club was gay, but WHO CARES!! BWAHAHAHA *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Lum:-&lt;br /&gt;Then there was he. My Cempaka school mate since Form 1 only. haha quite a rebel and all, but I recall him doing something nice when I had a fear of heights when we were Form 1(there's nothing special going on, c'mon man) Lol, I remember how the girls were surrounding him when he first came to this school XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong Kin:-&lt;br /&gt;This guy, if not mistaken, was in Sri Garden before. He changed school, then came back. He actually had an impression of a nerd, and a bit teddy bear like. But then, mr I'm not a man didn't like him and idk y. So I didn't get to know him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleader boys:-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA the best part of 2006, after the final years are over, the guys Austin, Nazri, Hanim, Azri, I forgotten a few names then came into cheer, not forgetting a few other cheerleader girls which formed "Queens" they were the ones whom actually made cheerleading more fun. Making funnies, doing weird dances, trying out new stunts, so many to name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After getting a lot of bad comments on how the G's and A's were, I got afraid to go to Form 3A actually XD but at least I had Cassandra's company. At first I had a feeling that they're all nerdy, but then...A familiar face from cheerleading, who I meant was Jiy Ni and a few others, before that I thought they were at least 1 year older than me, I was HORRIBLY WRONG X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:-&lt;br /&gt;Why this guy first? Because he was the person whom Cassandra liked to tease even from the first day of school. That guy actually likes anime, and I also enjoyed bullying him. Quite nice a friend too y'kno. (Idk y, but they liked to pair me up wif that guy =__=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshep:-&lt;br /&gt;First impression - Athlete. I was right, he's a b-baller. He's currently studying in Australia coz he got a scholarship there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm:-&lt;br /&gt;Nice outgoing guy, he was the one who actually intro Soon Yang 2 me. And I just hate it when you have to snatch the basketball away from me =__= I kid I kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki:-&lt;br /&gt;Was close to Nadira, then that time we became close friends at the near end of the year, cute cute dei~ ^^v XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist:-&lt;br /&gt;always has nice topics to talk about, has royal blood too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Yang:-&lt;br /&gt;This was the guy who had a crush on me, but later freaked out after realising I was a tomboy XD. He freaked me out last year by saying random "hi's" and "bye's". Now he's got a girlfriend already, and I'm happy for that guy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranya:-&lt;br /&gt;Started hanging out with Hasnaa this year. But eventually became close friends for 2007. Despite a bad reputation, she's actually quite nice, also complimented Cass' body shape &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Lee:-&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, I can remember my first impression on him like it was so yesterday. LONGER STORY TIME:&lt;br /&gt;Cass kept on talking bad abt this girl whom she hates, saying she's hitting on the new guy of the school, in which the new guy was actually someone she knew when she was younger. I didn't really care that time, because I never saw who this new guy was. One day I only went to ask her to show me who he is. He was in 3N, same class with Hasnaa, just dat and everything. When we looked through the window at the door, I just saw this one guy who hasn't bought the uniform yet, in all white. Then he turned his head, unveiling his facial features, almost as if struck by magic, I looked away while smiling, with the words "Drop dead, gorgeous" in my head, my hand on my heart. One of the days, Cass actually did went up to that guy and said hi, and y'kno what? my head screamed "DON! YOU'LL FREAK THAT GUY OUT!" And also, it was because of him I think if not mistaken I recall having him and Peter, and another guy...forgotten who, came to d table me and Cass were sitting and chatted once....and then nvr chat again until...2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW Cheerleaders:-&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, newbies. Most of them being Form 1 and all, REALLY LIGHT! Especially Shi Hui XD (not so close wif them nowadays)And also in 2007 this was the year I got really ambitious about having a guys cheerleading team, and I still don't know why I want a guys team so badly o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King and I musical:-&lt;br /&gt;This is where I got to meet Sofia Nazira, Mimi, another Sofia, and another girl I forgotten her name as well SORRY REALLY SORRY. Being the dancers of the whole production, this "Small House of Uncle Thomas" story, haha became the entertaining part of the drama. With WHITE make-up like a bunch of Baby Bat Goths. Fun days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red House Girls:-&lt;br /&gt;I especially remember Poh Yee (because currently there's something going on with her and Alex LEE), one of the girls whom preferred talking to me during sports house meetings. Not only that, there's also Angela, Shi Hui, a couple others from Cheerleading as well. I enjoyed playing games with them XD even if my netball skills suck (i dun even like it the first place)Basketball especially was fun to play with them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp;amp; Hua Min:-&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the influence of Metal, and got me into likeing gothic stuff was because of Mr. Billy Boey. Near the end of the year, I actually liked talking to Billy and Hua Min exchanging ideas of music and all, and really amazed by how many bands he could name O_o (how does he remember all the names? Some sound the same O.O idk) And Hua Min's a nice girl too, and at the same time, don't judge a book by it's cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first got completly lost on the first day of school. Didn't know where exactly to go and all. Brought all the books to school for nuts =__= and had a broken back. I was first placed in 4Sc2. From then on, I met a few ppls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali:-&lt;br /&gt;First guy I talked to in the class. New kid, at first gave a government school nerd impression, also a shy one. I was wrong. This guys is the currently funny man of the current 4Sc2 (alongside Zhao). He also can draw, play guitar, piano, and drums but he said he isn't interested in making music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung and Jun:-&lt;br /&gt;Jun was the shy one, even if he was new last year only. Jung was more open that time, chatting wif Malcolm and me. (If not mistaken I think I gave them an impression that I was fierce XD) Raja says Jung's got a sexy butt, but I dun see anything special tho XD btw, Jung LOVES to bully Mel XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veemelia:-&lt;br /&gt;Finally revealed her name lol, but I'm sure some of you can't pronounce it right lmao. That time she was sitting with a bunch of girls, but then for some reason I saw that she was a lil different than the girls, idk y but it's there. But when I heard her speech, I then thought she was a normal girl IT'S THE HEADBAND AND THE SLANG!! JUST THOSE TWO FACTORS GAVE ME THAT IMPRESSION AND I WAS HORRIBLY WRONG. Before that, I was a loner, then only I started to hang with her more often when I learnt that she WAS ACTUALLY a tomboy. V2 you ROCK! Keep da fire burning! (that was seriously unoriginal heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got transferred into 4Sc3 after we got streamed. At first, I was thinking, oh man! I'm not close to anyone in this class, I'm gonna die this year. And then again, WRONG! beeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeong Wei and Lee Zen:-&lt;br /&gt;o_O these two were gay partners. First Yeong Wei said hi to me then intro-ed Zen. First impression of Zen - above average. Yala yala, I'm gonna be nice, bla bla bla wtf. Funny hysterical guy, and even from the start he looked like a gang leader, dunno why. I'm sure everyone sensed that vibe too rite? So gang leader must be TANGGUNGJAWAB. And then Yeong Wei, STILL ANNOYING AS EVER, but changed to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Jone:-&lt;br /&gt;The guy who sits behind me. Always see him laughing his butts off. One of those whom likes to bully me and VERY hard, I mean VERY hard to counter his comments, even physically, yes his size is big so that's to his advantage =__= But, he did something nice to me during the last day of my school, taking a GREAT risk of calling Alex while in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Kar Keat, Alan:-&lt;br /&gt;These guy also arr...omg. But still nice to talk to. The first impression on Keat, was also a government school nerd XD, Alan seemed like a foreigner, yes, he was studying in New York. My impression on Ben, actually I didn't have XP I still remember the first comment Ben had on me "Kah Weng and Amanda" YEA RITE! Jack, go hentam this guy plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fong Bee, Su Vyen:-&lt;br /&gt;And again, Happy Birthday Su Vyen! and Bee Fong XD, she's Mr Khoo's teacher's pet, am I rite? And then Su Vyen, sports woman, but then I still beat her in arm wrestling XD. Su Vyen and I also hanged out when hosting Japanese students. And Fong Bee is wise cracking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terk Chin:-&lt;br /&gt;He was from the same primary school as me, but bak then, interclass activities almost never happen. One class = one family, that's a government school for ya. Dunno much abt this guy. Wise cracker as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Rick:-&lt;br /&gt;Also from Chung Hwa and I didn't know till this year. He told me abt Dai Tan, which was my grandaunt's friend, who so happens to be his mom. O_O small world. Seems close to Kar Keat, still dunno much abt him, hope to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Wan:-&lt;br /&gt;the other Korean in my class that doesn't sleep. Dunno much abt him, hope to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel aka MONA LISA:-&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Cass and co? That's history, Mel is just Mel, hanging with different ppls. Neutral as she would say. Quite nice a dancer. *whispers* Guys in my class like to bully her and it makes a laughable scene *end whisper* nothing~ 8D. My mom also said she was pretty and thought that the guys in my Sweet 16 party were going gugu over her XD. Just a parent's impression. Stay cool Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv Tan(Olivia):-&lt;br /&gt;You see? I gave you a nickname of an actress so be happy XD (Liv Tyler). Art classmate along with Alex n a few others for that matter. *whisper* makes a comical scene when bullied XD *end whisper* What was that? A bird was chirping. Yea...8D also a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Sern:-&lt;br /&gt;The other guy who also hosted a Japanese student whom I hanged out wif. VERY TALL, and smart. He recently moved to Canada to study there. All the best to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacklyn:-&lt;br /&gt;Was a 3G student, and a Queens Cheerleader. Dat time didn't talk to her much. But later knew that she was cool too. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William:-&lt;br /&gt;Bully partner against Alan XD. Nadira used to like to call him her husband, or sth to do wif that XD. Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;ps: Wei lian ah ma ye jian ya! XD (figure this one out yourself, guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gan:-&lt;br /&gt;This guy was close to Lawrence. Most of the time, he'll be like "Amanda, come here, let's chat." XD Sometimes got interesting things to talk abt, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farris:-&lt;br /&gt;At first, thought he was Chinese. Aww c'mon I'm sure everyone thought that too rite? Yea, met him only when I was about to do the speech thing wif Yeong Wei abt global warming. Heh, quite nice guy. Has that teddy bear impression too y'kno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Dreamers gang (Jordan, Wei Lip, Peter, Afiq...):-&lt;br /&gt;"Boys will be boys" - First thought in my head X"D These guys exchenge witty banter among themselves and it really makes a funny scene. I still dunno why my mom thinks Jordan and Alex look alike. Afiq, I recall meeting him last year but never got close to him, and the part about me getting a penis transplant is soo not true. NADIIIIIII~!!!!! rawr. Wei Lip, nice to talk to, and the first person, I think, to know my dirty lil secret. Didn't really got close with Azim tho, the songwriter of their band. Hope to know him more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I miss out on anyone, TELL ME! =D&lt;br /&gt;ps: I won't be online for two weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as I'll be staying in someone else's house for two weeks before going into my new home.&lt;br /&gt;LAST EDITED: 11 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6748883310457424400?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6748883310457424400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6748883310457424400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6748883310457424400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6748883310457424400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/reporting-for-dutynot.html' title='юReporting for Duty...NOTю'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7293491549036737210</id><published>2008-06-24T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:20:45.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>ĦΣOOT - Yet another stolen TagΣĦ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing: Critical Acclaim - &lt;a href="http://www.avengedsevenfold.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Obviously bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD the urge to steal this tag from &lt;a href="http://www.amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Najwa's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SORRY XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Draw Anime&lt;br /&gt;2. Rock and Metalcore music, learning the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogging XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends and...*stops there*&lt;br /&gt;5. TAP DANCING&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep XD&lt;br /&gt;7. Poetry (currently in hiatus T_T)&lt;br /&gt;8. Doodling lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Things I say often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fuk&lt;br /&gt;2. Holy sh--&lt;br /&gt;3. (similes that make no sense)&lt;br /&gt;4. (poetic words that also makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;5. Man/Dude&lt;br /&gt;6. Bongok/mangkuk&lt;br /&gt;7. Apek/apoh&lt;br /&gt;8. Shut up/STFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Things I do often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Draw, obviously&lt;br /&gt;2. Surf the net, obviously&lt;br /&gt;3. Make telephone porridge, (Chat on the phone for a long time) obviously&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to my music, obviously&lt;br /&gt;5. Tap dance, obviously&lt;br /&gt;6. Sing along to rock music, obviously&lt;br /&gt;7. Argue with my brother, obviously&lt;br /&gt;8. Blog, ob- ok I'll stop saying that word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Things I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Najwa's blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Nadia's blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Childhood Dreamer's blog&lt;br /&gt;4. Mona Lisa's blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Aiza's blog&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrid Volume of Romance of The Three Kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;7. My handmade phonebook&lt;br /&gt;8. V's SMSes&lt;br /&gt;XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Tomorrow - Home Grown/Kiss Me Diss Me - from the same artist&lt;br /&gt;2. Heart Bursts Info Fire - Bullet For My Valentine/Hand of Blood - from the same artist&lt;br /&gt;3. Critical Acclaim - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep Your Hands Off My Girl - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll Be There For You - The Rembrants&lt;br /&gt;6. Velvet - Alice Nine /Gradation/White Prayer - from the same artist&lt;br /&gt;7. Dead End - In Flames&lt;br /&gt;8. No More Angels - Soilwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 Things I've Learnt This Year and Last Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. It's better to stick to your natural gender&lt;br /&gt;2. Labels are for soupcans, BE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;3. Family comes first&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a time and place for everything&lt;br /&gt;5. Obsession is not healthy&lt;br /&gt;6. Be open to critism&lt;br /&gt;7. There's always a limit to everything&lt;br /&gt;8. God will always be there for you. He answers to your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/END tag&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7293491549036737210?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7293491549036737210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7293491549036737210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7293491549036737210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7293491549036737210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/oot-yet-another-stolen-tag.html' title='ĦΣOOT - Yet another stolen TagΣĦ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5101118516677929895</id><published>2008-06-23T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:37:23.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>®ö.Out of Topic - The Osmonds 50th Anniversary World Tour.ö®</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-TOP: #ff0000 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #ff0000 3px dotted; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now Playing: Dirty Eyes - &lt;a href="http://www.acdc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start anything, I would like to take my time to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilikebee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ILikebee.com" src="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg87/ilikebee/cat/birthday/bday5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now my hand hurts XD, HTML is complicated. Anyways, Saturday was fun, morning get to go to the outdoor theme park, suffered from severe hallucinations, coz I tot I saw a few people who look like SG-ians in Genting 0.o heheh, I chickened out just by seeing Space Shot, my bro can't go - he's too short, so yea...then after having fun at the Outdoor theme park, we quenched our thrist at the Coffee Bean. this is when I learnt important lesson No. ###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by my family members to order their stuff. Then I saw the cashier, at first I thought she was a girl, had eyeliner, blusher, tied and clipped up her hair. And then this is the second biggest shock of my life - he spoke with a man's voice O_O [the BIGGEST shock of my life currently, is some seemingly harmless game that later shocks your senses out with the combo of a fugly woman, a girl's scream, photoshop power, and sound editor. In other words, a ghost appears in your screen, lol all you want &lt;span style="font-family:palatino linotype;"&gt;......For Now...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;] *clears throat* Ignore that kudasai. So yea, I act normal, ordered what I want, but when it came to my bro's order which is a vanilla milkshake, he asked this lots of times "Coffee or no coffee?!" In a rude, girly way o.o Right now as I'm typing, my arms are also shivering badly O_0 0_o o_0 0_O SERIOUSLY I felt like slapping that guy/girl/whatever that is, man, but at the same time, TOO scared to do so, other features of that trans include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blemish-less skin o_o&lt;br /&gt;2. Flat chest 0_0&lt;br /&gt;3. Name tag that says "Noor" O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL ME HE/SHE/IT'S GOT A VAGINA TRANSPLANT and for the first time in my life I'm saying this, I'm happy I got a pair of natural boobs, not big not small, just there. Maybe I should reduce my tomboy a lil', start wearing skirts (because the uniform of SJII involves a skirt so I have to get used to the half naked-ness in between), but my personality would be hard to change as I am like this even as a kid already, I only hated being called tomboy back then. So yea, right now I don't really care what people would label me as, different people has different opinions and I'll respect that. So long as you know I'm NOT ordinary, different than others, and just being me. And obviously, this is MY own decision about getting a coughsocalledcough normal girl's image (NOT GIRLY, I'll still be hating pink) only following some of V's suggestions and not for the sake of someone else, I'll be stubborn when it comes to people asking me to change for their sake. Now that the long story is over, here comes the OSMONDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N8GdrwqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2tGbJGVtqn0/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902219696751266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N8GdrwqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2tGbJGVtqn0/s320/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Merrill Osmond aka Kenny Rodgers (lol) playing the bass&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N8k8ktaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qn9Q9_gba9w/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902227879376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N8k8ktaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qn9Q9_gba9w/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Marie Osmond, check out the glittery pink guitar, it must be REALLY expensive&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N82CP4xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fl3Q-lYQSp0/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902232466580242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N82CP4xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fl3Q-lYQSp0/s320/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lucky man got challenged by Marie into a drinking competition. Dang, she was FAST!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N9aRAaHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kpQPIkn8jqE/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902242192156786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N9aRAaHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kpQPIkn8jqE/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's not the guy's fault, Marie wanted him to hold her by the waist, she said she can do anything she wants as this was their last performance XD and the guy also said he was embarrased lol (She must really be into guys who wear specs)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N9nLDmUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4bmEw44KJkE/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902245656860994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N9nLDmUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4bmEw44KJkE/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Osmonds&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNPUYyMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4OqCD5QV16A/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214904713154709698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNPUYyMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4OqCD5QV16A/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at Donny's guitar! SO TINY AND CUTE X3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNbqYgsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pTlW0KVZLB0/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214904716468191938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNbqYgsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pTlW0KVZLB0/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;From left to right, Merrill, Jimmy, Jay, Alan, Donny, and Wayne &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNqO-H3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/xm097FKFGBc/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214904720379748210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8QNqO-H3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/xm097FKFGBc/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;GO DONNY! He's actually born on 1957 too y'kno. Soon to be 51 yet he looks 30+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than entertaining songs like Hold Her Tight, Down by The Lazy River, Crazy Horses (Their horse effect is achieved by the electric guitar in case anyone's wondering) etc. They also managed to crack up some jokes. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny: *panting heavily*I managed to put together a few pictures and videos...that weren't being used before-&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Catch your breath, old man.&lt;br /&gt;*crowd laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: Donny spent thousands of hours making the video to symbolise 50 years of entertaining our fans.&lt;br /&gt;Donny: Actually that was two thousand hours.&lt;br /&gt;*crowd laughs again*&lt;br /&gt;Marie: He's also older than me.&lt;br /&gt;*crowd laughs yet again*&lt;br /&gt;Donny: (long pause) that's why I quit the Donny and Marie show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Another one---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie: (she had the stage to herself that time) We actually had 9 siblings, 8 boys and 1 girl. Why? Because someone's gonna ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when Donny took the stage, he also said that instead of bringing the crowd to him, he's going into the crowd (that's not a funny tho) My mom managed to shake his hand. Loads of fans (men and women) were screaming for him. And here's the funny - one of the diehard fans, who was a woman, did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugged him&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed him on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;3. Sang along with him&lt;br /&gt;4. Wiped off his sweat&lt;br /&gt;5. Hugged him again&lt;br /&gt;6. Swayed/Danced along as he sang&lt;br /&gt;7. Shouted "THIS IS MY DREAM COME TRUE"&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugged him once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ._. o_O luckily my mom is not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; crazy. At the end of the show, we also got to go backstage! I whispered to Marie that she had a nice finale dress, which was true but didn't manage to get a photo of her in it. (Can wear that for prom night! XD) Marie also told my mom "I saw you. I saw you from stage, you were singing to every single song we sang. That was awesome!" My mom also told Donny "My kids call you Uncle Donny" "Uncle, eh?" he replied. (He's actually a grandpa) took a group shot (EDIT):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SGH1BB1UAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6KCfP8-5os8/s1600-h/osmonds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215719241492464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SGH1BB1UAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6KCfP8-5os8/s320/osmonds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;L2R: Alan, Merrill, Jimmy, Marie, 2 other fans, Donny, my mom, Jay, me, (who is posing like a girl XD dudes, aftermath of Coffee Bean ok? Scroll up) Wayne, grandaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BEN I'm STILL waiting for the vid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5101118516677929895?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5101118516677929895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5101118516677929895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5101118516677929895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5101118516677929895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-topic-osmonds-50th-anniversary.html' title='®ö.Out of Topic - The Osmonds 50th Anniversary World Tour.ö®'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF8N8GdrwqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2tGbJGVtqn0/s72-c/DSC01521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1562838977328013991</id><published>2008-06-22T18:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:49:28.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>♣Prelude 10 - The Final Days Are Over♣</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing: One Bad Apple - &lt;a href="http://www.osmonds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Osmond Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired, content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Came back from Genting. And here's the story of what happened on Friday (Last day of school for me) I brought a few of my stuff for the party like Twister, tap shoes, i-pod amp in the shape of a dog, my "ancient" wizards hat, and the camera. All of them (except for the cam and hat) were rendered useless. Not exactly as I expected to be, hecticity about the location, but was still fun and worth it. Before class started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353Kwe-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lo0kaXpIV-I/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214598669740734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353Kwe-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lo0kaXpIV-I/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I asked Mel to be a teenage witch XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;During Moral class, I didn't do any work XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353cauACI/AAAAAAAAADY/w5Rlu_RExls/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214598674481283106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353cauACI/AAAAAAAAADY/w5Rlu_RExls/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I had to headbang to the song "Keep Your Hands Off My Girl" (Correct me if I'm wrong Ben, that is if you can remember) XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353qtCFYI/AAAAAAAAADg/JKy7c3JaAvM/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214598678316193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353qtCFYI/AAAAAAAAADg/JKy7c3JaAvM/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This is the part where my classmates cam-whored (GET YOUR PRONOUNCIATION RIGHT KAR KEAT XD) It's Jin Ben coughapekcough&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353xdsVgI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y3R9NHGAZn4/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214598680130901506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353xdsVgI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y3R9NHGAZn4/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;And as they say "Every leng zai has to have their yong sui side." Point proven, haha. Lee Zen the emo lala nerd XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF354PIlnBI/AAAAAAAAADw/hSG02rZMDgY/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214598688095443986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF354PIlnBI/AAAAAAAAADw/hSG02rZMDgY/s320/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Aww, Tae Wan's camera shy lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39I56oxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y8qln4pYmyM/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214602272992446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39I56oxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y8qln4pYmyM/s320/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ben and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39JDZmrMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/udbHkBNtG9Q/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214602275538250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39JDZmrMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/udbHkBNtG9Q/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;SWITCH STEREOTYPE! I became lala and Zen became a rocker XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39Ji5DO2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QRa2PYeFfuI/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214602283991645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39Ji5DO2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QRa2PYeFfuI/s320/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;It took me a few shots to perfect the pic, but alas, I fail, but still ok. Mel and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39LAJUQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/WcHgYfFc3_8/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214602309024367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF39LAJUQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/WcHgYfFc3_8/s320/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;She also didn't bother about the work XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-73HgXsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1q2rLBQaNkY/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214604247926070978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-73HgXsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1q2rLBQaNkY/s320/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Then Ben tries to act like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following story has nothing to do with what's happening on Friday, what REALLY happened was that every1 were on candid or camwhoring&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-8HKOjCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fK96zHjxWPQ/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214604252232453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-8HKOjCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fK96zHjxWPQ/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;These two guys...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-8R-0lOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q4fcOTSl_MA/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214604255137404130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-8R-0lOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q4fcOTSl_MA/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...became gays...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214604262582135554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-8ttyKwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pFoAEqNjj_4/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;...Then they became possesed by ghosts (le gasp!)...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-86eajpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UOuiHxOWxnc/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214604266007334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF3-86eajpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UOuiHxOWxnc/s320/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...And then the ninja known as Axel aka Yeong Wei plans his attack...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BAgI7gAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A1BZncDQ2_o/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214606526680629250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BAgI7gAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A1BZncDQ2_o/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...on GAN...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BA6kfADI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cMAMHXlXov8/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214606533775523890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BA6kfADI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cMAMHXlXov8/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...Ben didn't wanna get involved and continues doing his work...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BBPV6bII/AAAAAAAAAFY/xIGmW3WLUTk/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214606539351551106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BBPV6bII/AAAAAAAAAFY/xIGmW3WLUTk/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...He approaches his target...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BBtdqlTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dJvgIJwnpYs/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214606547437131058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BBtdqlTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dJvgIJwnpYs/s320/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...Lawrence spectates the happening...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BB4m6cVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GIm9Z5vVC5k/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214606550428709202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4BB4m6cVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GIm9Z5vVC5k/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...What is Gan's fate? To be continued...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also got a vid during Moral class XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb4b312bdb05caaf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb4b312bdb05caaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3F09B1B2A7901EA217B80EB253751FE36650C7.705A84DFC95EFD1D80CD119FC8B650E9BB6CBF92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb4b312bdb05caaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcjeKl3MCF7KZ84a8E2sUeGqX5Bw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb4b312bdb05caaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3F09B1B2A7901EA217B80EB253751FE36650C7.705A84DFC95EFD1D80CD119FC8B650E9BB6CBF92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb4b312bdb05caaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcjeKl3MCF7KZ84a8E2sUeGqX5Bw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 0:16 - I was gonna say "Don't go all gugu over me." XD&lt;br /&gt;@ 0:33 - Who's Arvin? XD (That was a rheotorical question. I know who he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was Physics class, have to study aso, dey have it in Singapore. after that, there's English class, and... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GqiOT8bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CE-_BRfnpRI/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214612746352718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GqiOT8bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CE-_BRfnpRI/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;I took a photo of the teacher, and I caught her subliminal message, "Tell your Singaporean friends about who I am so I can be famous" XD jk&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Gq7T7QHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Y9TkvU4nnSA/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214612753087152242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Gq7T7QHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Y9TkvU4nnSA/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kah Jone looks like an elf with that hat, haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrHEhSRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o-cUGgctp1Q/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214612756243761426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrHEhSRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/o-cUGgctp1Q/s320/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Nikolas, he looks like he's saying wtf?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrdqApxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/r8e4k_Vt3IY/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214612762306586386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrdqApxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/r8e4k_Vt3IY/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kah Weng and Jacklyn. Jack! Your bf is to your right! Listening to lyrics like "To the left to the left" lately? XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrYnDUwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nfh12FoGXuk/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214612760952001282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4GrYnDUwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nfh12FoGXuk/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;"I dun wanna be a witch!" haha Su Vyen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LCU41fEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KmgCQ2nKtv4/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617553136352322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LCU41fEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KmgCQ2nKtv4/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kar Keat looks like a wizard lecturer in this one, maybe for wizard Chemistry? XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LCksaiiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7oNzkwpSzDo/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617557379222050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LCksaiiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7oNzkwpSzDo/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;the "cool wizard" you may find in Hogwards XD &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Then BREAK TIME!! This was the time I was actually desperately looking for Alex, Wei Lip said he wasn't here, then Nazri made it factual - he was absent. Then there was BM class, Kah Jone and I took a major risk by calling him while the movie Bukit Kepong was playing, unfortunately he didn't pick up, and the teacher actually suspected we were using the handphone. Only after BM class, before EST he picked up. He then told me he was coming after the school hours. Then there was our final class, CHEMISTRY (deja vu? or is it me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LC5g5jsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AJY55096dc4/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617562968067778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LC5g5jsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AJY55096dc4/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Took a pic wif the REAL chemistry teacher&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sayonara time for a few girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LFRniypI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YqVOCYZadQs/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617603798125202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LFRniypI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YqVOCYZadQs/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;and here they are. Mel, Jack, Aiza, and Sach! =3 (with a few picture destroyers)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the party starts! With loads of them at BAM -_-. Alan actually came, BUT HOWEVER CONVERSLY...he wasn't allowed in, WHY? KENAPA? even if he has his student card and his parent card, the guard didn't allow him in, the guys also nearly started a fight there at the guard house. Party destroyer =___= f...But here's more pics of the not so crowded party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LFq3LTaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XSxDHdGGSwo/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617610574581154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4LFq3LTaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XSxDHdGGSwo/s320/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Afiq&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q6mdaqWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wz8UbBJ11t4/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624017483999586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q6mdaqWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wz8UbBJ11t4/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Playing Chinese chess&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q78llHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WoQtYD-2Bmk/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624040603688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q78llHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WoQtYD-2Bmk/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q9TJbrZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jVJwKD7SM5g/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624063839514002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q9TJbrZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jVJwKD7SM5g/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This reminds me of the vid that Ben recorded XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q-8-dEvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BHa6fERwudQ/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624092247626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q-8-dEvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BHa6fERwudQ/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Vee, Afiq, and I. NOT MY FAULT THIS TIME VEE, I'M IN THE PIC U CAN'T ACCUSE ME!! XD What am I doing btw???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q_i1-EmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3uCoxO614AY/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624102412587618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4Q_i1-EmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3uCoxO614AY/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Warh, this gangster arr...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnR5gjAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CpWqbZm3_rQ/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625884570422274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnR5gjAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CpWqbZm3_rQ/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;No comment...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another party destroyer Ms Vasinthi shows up. I got everyone into trouble, especially Afiq, since he was a prefect. Had to find an excuse, luckily I'm not the one who has to open my mouth as I'm known to speak my mind. As in tell the REAL truth. No faking whatsoever when it comes to teacher idk, it's just me. We then moved to BAM Villa to order pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnhJqhcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NgDKvDNFH4w/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625888664716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnhJqhcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NgDKvDNFH4w/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Managed to catch a spontaeneous pic of Vivi XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-616ddba164d16e75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D616ddba164d16e75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F8E0A9BCFCDF89788AAD74691FA3CE8A756114D.44EFB0B6E09215CFF3C658F7377313562346E1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D616ddba164d16e75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGphRpu3eCIW-elYZSH6DyQi3tmY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D616ddba164d16e75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F8E0A9BCFCDF89788AAD74691FA3CE8A756114D.44EFB0B6E09215CFF3C658F7377313562346E1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D616ddba164d16e75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGphRpu3eCIW-elYZSH6DyQi3tmY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another vid: I take back what I said about the party being sucky. I was just damn bored that time. and SORRY to the others who weren't in the party but in the vid I also dunno what I was doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is the part where the whole gang split up, most of them went to the badminton court, then me Afiq and V went to the canteen, before that Wei Lip says Alex is coming around 2 pm, and then I managed to meet up wif them at the court, then the pizza arrived and then we went to the canteen. So yea, seeing the clock said 2:30 pm, he still isn't here, I got depressed. Ate one slice of pepperoni pizza, then started to sulk badly, and at the same time I was thinking about the good memories of 4Sc3. I was at the verge of crying, then there was a moment of silence. They tried to cheer me up, crack up some jokes, allowed a few of them to do a farewell bash, most of them didn't want to as they feared it would hurt me more. Kah Jone hit lightly, Zen also did, then Kar Keat....lol he wanted to hit real hard bcoz I have been treating him like a punching bag XD. 2:45 pm, I gave up hope already, just my two objectives of what I wanted to do on the last day of school. I was thinking only one of the objectives could be done only while on the phone...the other involves something that the phone cannot do. I managed to just keep my tears against my eyes, and continued to be at the brink of despair. And then this conversation happened while I was *inserts word that has similar meaning to the word depressed*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: He's here!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Keat: Hah who?&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: *mumbles with questions of who is this he?*&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Dun say...*mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;Zen: It's NO ONE la, NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS ASO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Nah, it can't be Alex *dread*)&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: I think they meant Mr Khaw.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aww man! (shit, another party destroyer *gonna die very soon*) We better pack up.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Wait, lidat we pretend like we're studying?&lt;br /&gt;Vee: yea...good point&lt;br /&gt;Me: *continues packing and then dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the whole crowd walked in syncronized, like a marching band, later opens up to allow one person to walk in, and there he was...In an utterly unexplainable moment, my heart bursts into &lt;strike&gt;fire&lt;/strike&gt; tears...that person who walked in was none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs to get tissue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blows nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*returns to type*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fails at bringing suspense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnyqqftI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bbrUqnSt-jQ/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625893366529746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4SnyqqftI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bbrUqnSt-jQ/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;...Alex Lee...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually happy, but I had to cry, and I still don't know why. The whole crowd was chattering on why I cried, I even shouted to them "YOU GUYS ROCK!!!" and I also overheard one of them saying he was late and all...but it wasn't his fault, the moment was really, just unexplainable, beyond words could describe. the whole gang then retreated to BAM just to leave some time for me to do what I wanted, I didn't wanna take pic of myself, my facial expression was a real mess, haha, he also said it was the first time he saw me crying like this, at least it shows my humanity, another important lesson learnt sometime ago. Right before leaving, I hugged everyone goodbye, then they escorted me into the van, left last words for me "Come visit us while you're still here." "Find a hot guy in Singapore and intro to me!" "We'll be missing you." "Remember us, k?" haha, there's a lot more I'm just lazy. I'll forever remember you guys. Not just a fading memory. A memory that sticks to your head till you die XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm coming this Tuesday after school, meet me at BAM Villa ok? Su Vyen I know you're damn happy now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next post, (Considered an Out of Topic) I'll be talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4dSmNZobI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h0h6YGzjjOg/s1600-h/osmonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637623873216946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF4dSmNZobI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h0h6YGzjjOg/s320/osmonds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The Osmonds 50th Anniversary World tour, Genting so happens to be their last show so stay tuned for a review k? =) (Which also explains why I'm listening to their songs XD)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: This has got to be one of the longest, time consuming posts I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1562838977328013991?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=616ddba164d16e75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb4b312bdb05caaf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1562838977328013991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1562838977328013991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1562838977328013991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1562838977328013991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-10-final-days-are-over.html' title='♣Prelude 10 - The Final Days Are Over♣'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SF353Kwe-OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lo0kaXpIV-I/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-411641605939097508</id><published>2008-06-19T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:54:28.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>ЉςPrelude 9½ - LOL is in the airЉς</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now Listening: Leaving - &lt;a href="http://www.jessemccartney.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mood: ROFLMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has gotta be the FUNNIEST DAY OF MY LIFE! LOL srsly, I laughed like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:7;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Wait, wrong font... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's more like it. Yes it includes me having a really wide smiling mouth and squinty eyes that form an 'X'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't have to do work XD so be jealous (I kid). During Moral lesson, I had nothing better to do, so me and Kar Keat played guess the music game, and I hope he learnt that YOU CAN NEVER DEFEAT THE GODDESS OF ROCK!! YEA XD (excluding chinese songs lol) Keep Your Hands Off My Girl....randomness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Art class got to go to ICT lab and added another hit to my own blog lol. Then in History class, we chatted about jackass and how stupid the attempt to disguise the dick as a hamster to have the snake to bite XP. And then Mel and I mocked Zen's lil bro, saying it's soo small the snake can't find it and only centipedes can see it XD and one part where I said he was ball-less XD NO DICK BUT TALK BIG (that was seriously UNoriginal)This was the part I freaked everyone with my 'XD' laugh, but seriously man, it's FKING FUNNY XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was lunch time, 4Sc3's in thing right now...has to be chinese chess. By the time I came up to class, Zen was playing his so called "quick chess" against William, 5 seconds to make a move, omfg that's really...quick. He had to shout everytime he makes a move, shouts to show his warcry, which was fking funny btw. But in the end, he..cheated, as in unleash some sort of explosion to get rid of the chess pieces that surrounded his General, CHEATER XD. Ben actually recorded the thing but his phone is with someone else right now =__= you apek! So wait till I get the vid, then upload here, then you all can also laugh your butts of like what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all isn't over yet, there was ICT class in the last 2 periods. We had Mid-Year...no choice but have to do even if I'm leaving -_-. and Mona Lisa...OMFG that guy arr...wait, I meant &lt;strike&gt;bitch&lt;/strike&gt; girl arr...She distracted the whole class from doing the exam by talking in an ear-piercing, perky, girly tone. Everyone was like "STFU MEL" and hypocrisy happened :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hou ji oi da hui je. (Like wanna slap her only)&lt;br /&gt;Kah Jone: Hou, ngo ji qi lei. (Good, I support you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partially worried about tomorrow's farewell party, I mean, when it comes to farewells, friends should throw it for the one going away, not ME to be in charge again oh man...If there's no food in the party, hecticity....it's happening O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a nutshell, OMFG LOL XD ROFL LMAO (continues laughing till kingdom comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-411641605939097508?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/411641605939097508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=411641605939097508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/411641605939097508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/411641605939097508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-9-lol-is-in-air.html' title='ЉςPrelude 9½ - LOL is in the airЉς'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7860538799433986541</id><published>2008-06-17T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:17:47.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>۝۩Out of Topic - Another Stolen Tag۩۝</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Now Playing: Five Days and Counting (so called...) - &lt;a href="http://www.spitalfield.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Spitalfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from: &lt;a href="http://meowmeowclan.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh90/gaylord_033/meowmeowclan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THE REAL ME~&lt;br /&gt;Name: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16 currently&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Invisible brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: DAAAARKK brown? hazel?&lt;br /&gt;Height: 167cm sth like that&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 50 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Favorites~&lt;br /&gt;Drink (non alc.):Anything (the can drink XD)&lt;br /&gt;Drink (alc.):Shandy LOL&lt;br /&gt;Food: Whatever (LITERALLY this time)&lt;br /&gt;Type of Food: Western? Asian? European?&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Basketball, Volleyball (Rocker style XD no larr, I kid)&lt;br /&gt;Book: Alex Rider series, horror and a bit of action books&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Kung Fu Panda for now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~This Or That?~&lt;br /&gt;Coke Or Pepsi: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Burger king Or McDonalds: McD&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Or Chocolate: Choc&lt;br /&gt;Hug Or Kiss: hug first&lt;br /&gt;Luv Or Money?: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What Do You Look For In The Other Person?~ (STFU YOU BONGOKZZ)&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Any&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Within the range of brunette, or unnatural. or both XD&lt;br /&gt;Hair Style: Fringes/bangs that is parted sideways...can be spiked or non spiked, emo or rocker, mohawks are a lil too much to ask XD, not long hair, unless u mean the ones that goes below collar I dun mind. COMPLICATIONS O_o&lt;br /&gt;Skinney Or Muscular: In between XD&lt;br /&gt;Sport?: Any, preferably contact sports.&lt;br /&gt;(MY EDITED PART)&lt;br /&gt;Musical taste: Rocker XD ranging from soft to heavy boleh pakai&lt;br /&gt;Traits: Creative inclined, I meant musically/art inclined, in between gentleman and agressive XD, looks like a girl but completely guy personality, leng zai, must be older than me, knows how to play at least 1 musical instrument, leng zai...*continues talking romance crap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Would / Have You?~&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Someone Same Sex?: I did, someone younger than me by 1 year&lt;br /&gt;Been In Love: yes&lt;br /&gt;Sky Diving: no&lt;br /&gt;Scuba Diving?: no&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumping?: no&lt;br /&gt;Go Out With Your &lt;strike&gt;Bestest&lt;/strike&gt; Friend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are You?~&lt;br /&gt;Are You Good In School: idk HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Good At Sports: Sort of&lt;br /&gt;A Dumbass: look into my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;Gay: ...used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Random~&lt;br /&gt;Who Do You Miss Right Now: Now that you've mentioned it, yes XD&lt;br /&gt;Who Was you First Love: some things are best kept unknown&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Football Team: I play instead XD&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: anything cept pink&lt;br /&gt;What Shirt Are You Wearing: yellow samuel-kevin shirt&lt;br /&gt;Pants: shorts of idk wad brand&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: None&lt;br /&gt;Do You Like Flirting?: o.o no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do larr cukup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7860538799433986541?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7860538799433986541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7860538799433986541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7860538799433986541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7860538799433986541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-topic-another-stolen-tag.html' title='۝۩Out of Topic - Another Stolen Tag۩۝'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6202405473976281177</id><published>2008-06-16T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:27:52.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>±░Prelude 9 - Five Days And Counting░±</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now Playing: My Apocalypse - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/escapethefate"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Escape The Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days before ciao from school...Got tap dance class today. I seriously regret for not having to do that much hanging outs with the 4Sc3 gangsters (Though I still feel like killing them for saying that yesterday was a date =_____= K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keat&lt;/span&gt; you big mouthed fool! lo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; I kid I kid) I suddenly feel like I want time to stop for me to...y'kno...oh how time flies...Oh how I wish I didn't actually fail my entrance test, oh how I wish for a more perfect ending with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;, oh how I wish my mom didn't even have this decision at the first place...but not all that one desires would come true, a test from God of endurance, T_T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;...a picture perfect ending, you can forever dream. Well, as they say dreams can come true, but these dreams can't be achieved unless one conquers life's downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also worried about my future. I know I have set what I want to be in the future. But then sometimes it gets me wondering, is that what I'm gonna do for the rest of my life? Or can I do multiple tasks? Animating, yet product designing, yet advertising...decisions decisions. Advice is most helpful to my crisis... (hallucinates ghostly whisper "Futureless"O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: My mom is buying a keyboard to replace the old piano =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6202405473976281177?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6202405473976281177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6202405473976281177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6202405473976281177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6202405473976281177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-9-five-days-and-counting.html' title='±░Prelude 9 - Five Days And Counting░±'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1554852402307227621</id><published>2008-06-15T17:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:08:19.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>¿♥Prelude + OOT AGAIN - Treasure of Davy Jones' Locker + The Incredible Hulk♥¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Playing: Heart Bursts Into Fire - &lt;a href="http://bulletformyvalentine1.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: unexplainable =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the activities that happened throughout the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day. Actually, we were one of the classes that had the &lt;strike&gt;class&lt;/strike&gt; cafeteria party (WTFLOL) TWISTER!!!!!!! There were five of us playing, Zen, Ben, Keat, Jack[lyn], and me. Alas, me and Jack won, because all the guys got tangled up in a really, really uncomfortable position, in which their 'lil bros' are vunerable to be attacked. So yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;XD!!!!!!!!! HILARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: Jacklyn must now carry on the legacy of the Twister champ lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Food Fiesta. Kinda boring, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chi Qin sprained her leg&lt;br /&gt;2. Childhood Dreamers weren't performing&lt;br /&gt;3. I only managed to meet up wif Vivi at 12pm sth like that&lt;br /&gt;4. Not really a factor but...we had to carry stuff around selling things, do the Visual Art stall chant "JELLY SYRUP PUDDING MINERAL WATER SOFT DRINK" repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was away, I couldn't help but to play all the games in the Chinese club corner where Keat and gang are. I also met Mel's parents while doing labour work as what Raja coined it. And Mel took a pic of me (see below). Y'kno I kinda overdressed for such an event [but idk y, I like overdressing sometimes, and I'm not alone in this *points to Alex* 8D] I meant to look rocker, but somehow rather....Vivi said I looked lala...O_o NUUUU aiya wateva lar. But to list what I wore (if you don't care, don't read):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-White and Red T-shirt [Alan's b'day gift]&lt;br /&gt;-Red and Black, with a bit of White and Green rocker/ska/punk vest [bought in the US]&lt;br /&gt;-Red and Black skull headband [gift from Mel]&lt;br /&gt;-Red, Black and White punk/lala/j-rock glove on the right hand&lt;br /&gt;-Black tie&lt;br /&gt;-Silver studded belt&lt;br /&gt;-Black cargo pants&lt;br /&gt;-wristbands on the left hand&lt;br /&gt;-Black HARLEY DAVIDSON boots [USA dudez]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFZk9Ouo44I/AAAAAAAAADI/mY2VQETb0fo/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212464621816439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFZk9Ouo44I/AAAAAAAAADI/mY2VQETb0fo/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So as you can see, I AM overdressed, but who cares...what's with the protruding balloon? O_o And where the hell am I looking at? o_O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Dreamers so called mock-up date is more of a 1/6 of Childhood Dreamers hang out at Pavilion instead of Sunway because Afiq is UNCONTACTABLE =__= [my mom said that btw] but not only his fault actually, the rest said they're busy with wtvwtfwthwts XP. The one Childhood Dreamer was none other than Alex STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! THIS IS JUST CONSIDERED HANGING OUT *phew* now that that's clarified yeah...we watched The Incredible Hulk in GSC. Very nice effects, you can actually see humans being thrown around like rag dolls o.o and witty lines as well [SOFTBALL] and well they censored the...adultery part, which is a good thing y'kno. Overall nice movie, and nice roar. That also made my lil bro jealous XD And our chat topic...really got me into deep thinking...once again my sad side consumes my usual self...I can't believe I actually ate one whole lasagna when I was actually drinking a soft drink...randomness lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the whole hang-out thing I just discovered something really ancient in my mom's closet...a witch's hat. I bought this when I was 10 in Italy...so it's like...6 years in the closet o_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFY5CLOz3yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o_BUgjBVxX0/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212416328265359138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFY5CLOz3yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o_BUgjBVxX0/s320/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's purple&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFY5ChcAvRI/AAAAAAAAADA/8BjoMCzEexM/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212416334226308370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFY5ChcAvRI/AAAAAAAAADA/8BjoMCzEexM/s320/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;lol. This is NOT Halloween...yet (In case anyone's wondering, I just came out of the shower, explains why my hair is wet)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at dinner time, we're eating out once more. Most likely at Shangri-La...yum...chocolate fountain *recalls Raja's sick joke about poop and chocolate 2 years ago* SHIT (no pun intended) I lost my appetite X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1554852402307227621?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1554852402307227621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1554852402307227621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1554852402307227621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1554852402307227621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-oot-again-treasure-of-davy.html' title='¿♥Prelude + OOT AGAIN - Treasure of Davy Jones&apos; Locker + The Incredible Hulk♥¿'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SFZk9Ouo44I/AAAAAAAAADI/mY2VQETb0fo/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5619414399038606068</id><published>2008-06-12T17:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:51:28.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>♂Prelude 8 - Atrabilious♂</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now Playing: Childhood Dreamers - &lt;a href="http://childhooddreamers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Childhood Dreamers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: melancholic, [which is actually the meaning of the title (Kar Keat I hope you remembered your English lesson XD)] and a certain part of this blog, I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of Topic: Before that, I actually double clicked the song Her Own Enemy(it means play all in my library), then after the song end, I tot February's Blue Sky is gonna play again, unexpectedly BOOM Children of Bodom's song "Are You Dead Yet" was bursting my com's amp O_O (because after Childhood Dreamers in my library is Children of Bodom)and I nearly died of a heart attack. Yeah, random =__= Back to the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lip came to give me the edited version of their demo. Sounds better, and for some reason, the fuzziness of the electric guitar is reduced. The wonders of technology...what's next? Flying cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the melancholic part. Today during art class, my teacher just mentioned that I'm leavng to the whole class. That just got me in a muse. there's so many things I'm leaving behind. Friends. ahem...you all know who. All would be left behind, though we may still contact, it'll never be the same again. I'll be completely estranged, so far away...But my heart would still remain intact, I don't know why or how bonds like these are formed. But it makes me sad to have lost a limb or two (or three or four). Sigh, at least there would be a farewell party next Friday, my frens are throwing it for me, I'm deeply grateful to them...always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,*straightens up* now that I expressed my emotional part, here's something factual for you guys to know. According to psychology, when a person has been pestering someone by giving TONS of compliments to another, it would freak the other out. Why? I don't know, but it's psychology for ya. There's also variants of these scenarios. Like continually "apologizing" for something that he knew that he enjoyed. Let me tell you more about this "he" fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed by the majority (or the whole of Form 4) as the chui sui wong = exaggerating lies king. Known to have commited adultery at the age of 11 WTF. Smokes. And ONE HELLA ANNOYING!! ONE GOOD EXAMPLE IS THE ABOVE SITUATION!!! This is no longer a silent grudge, my friend. Why am I this stupid to have it a silent grudge at the first place, if it was a grudge then things would've turned out better for all of us. This person is none other than *somone cuts in and says his name* yes you are absolutely correct random person. So mr. tomato head, fu*k off my life, and everyone else's, you'll make everyone happy if you weren't born in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just it for today, I have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5619414399038606068?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5619414399038606068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5619414399038606068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5619414399038606068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5619414399038606068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-8-atrabilious.html' title='♂Prelude 8 - Atrabilious♂'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-6035646868749476035</id><published>2008-06-11T20:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:19:25.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>ҝҖPrelude 7 (the other was an extra I guess ._.) - Weekend's lineupҖҝ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now Playing: She Is Dangerous - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blessedbyabrokenheart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blessed By A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Neutrally pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all you SG-ians heard about IFF rite?? (Dun answer me back dat was a rheotorical quesiton, which means you're not supposed to answer back =.=) so for the next 3 days, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I'll be busy. Don't expect me to blog on these days. so here's the lineup of the upcoming social events: (hopefully they succeed and make me happy =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday: Teacher's Day (and Friday 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There will be assembly and outdoor activities bla bla bla. BUT, HOWEVER, CONVERSELY, TO PUT IT THE OTHER WAY, class parties are banned =__= NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! TWISTER!!! NO ONE TO CHALLENGE IN THAT GAME T_T AND NO MORE TORTUROUS CRIES from from from from from from from...Alex *replays last year's cry in pain in my head and view of being crushed by heavy weight on neck* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boring man, instead have to study like nerds -_- c'mon man, this was Sri Garden's tradition! What else did our principal cancelled? Musical? Cheerleading? Dance Mania? Now this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday: International Food Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lip and Jordan comes to sit at the table I'm sitting in at lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: *talks in heavy Chinese language and slang*&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lip: *replies to Jordan in Chinese*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ._. *probably confused*&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: ._. *probably doesn't care*&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: *continues talking in Chinese with heavier slang*&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lip: *does the same*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lip: Ni gen ta jiang la. (You tell her la)&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Band performance on IFF is cancelled&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: The REAL "story time" At first, the president of the student council promised them the sound system for Childhood Dreamers to perform even if the costs would be expensive. He also promised to support them and stuff like that, y'kno. Then a few days after the IFF auditions, he comes to say that he might not be able to provide the sound system as the costs are expensive and more than the budget. then 2 &lt;strike&gt;years&lt;/strike&gt; days before the IFF event, he comes to say the performance was cancelled. Imagine you have to put up all the effort of performing 8 songs due 2 weeks, then at the last minute cancelled, of course you'll be pissed off, like CD, shiz...I was actually planning to record "Her Own Enemy" into the camera as I didn't catch it on Sweet 16 -_- WTFFFF MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, our Art club selling the stuff damn boring. Drinks only (with a few cupcakes). Yes you've read that right. However, the KS3 juniors would sell handicrafts. No games on own club= BORING. No CD = BORING x2. If friends of Cempaka dun turn up = BORING x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday: Faking It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To round all activities up, a mock-up date with Childhood Dreamers. Yeah, to Sunway. Hope this would make up all the misery that may befall me during those two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, I have to sleep or my mom would butcher me. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-6035646868749476035?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/6035646868749476035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=6035646868749476035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6035646868749476035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/6035646868749476035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-7-other-was-extra-i-guess.html' title='ҝҖPrelude 7 (the other was an extra I guess ._.) - Weekend&apos;s lineupҖҝ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7143098962678401683</id><published>2008-06-09T16:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:38:29.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>ζPrelude and Out of topic O_o - Nine Days left + Childhood Dreamersζ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Listening: Her Own Enemy - &lt;a href="http://childhooddreamers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Childhood Dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Of a daydreamer's (in a good way) and in pain X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep yesterday because of diarrhea x_X pooped 3 am in the morning, felt extremly sleepy when going to school. Oh come on, I don't wanna waste one of my ten days left in Sri Garden, ok? =__= (However the day was boring. SHIT YOU COMMERCE STREAM STUDENTS! I WANT A FIELD TRIP TOO!! T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be able to go for tap dance class today. Even for PJK I couldn't manage to play all those contact sports, as I may end up puking or worse, I don't wanna know O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEz4Q4VI1vI/AAAAAAAAACw/2qsQENya7Xs/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209811837843461874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEz4Q4VI1vI/AAAAAAAAACw/2qsQENya7Xs/s320/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dun kill me for taking the photo from your website guys =P) Anyways, REVIEW TIME for Childhood Dreamer's Demo tape. I managed to get the UNedited version of their demo tape from Afiq. There was poor sound quality coming from the electronic guitar. But it was raw, that might explain why. And Jordan, I'm not saying the guitarist lao ya, just the sound quality is lao ya, so be happy I din say you were lao ya XD. The songs are thumbs up, but to put it into rock terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pump a fist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stick your index and pinky finger out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Point those two fingers straight up to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bang Your Head (Metal Health) - Quiet Riot [XP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this especially to the song Childhood Dreamers, yes it is also the title so what? It's their style. There were two emotional songs in there as well, Her Own Enemy and if not mistaken, February's Blue Sky. Both equally meaningful to the world today. You can go ahead and visit their website listed in "Link Out" if you're interested or above as I'm also listening to their song now XD. Now that I finished my review, Ma, can I listen to my metalcore now? LOL jk jk jk jk I'll be CD's diehard fan ok? Listening to them songs till I die =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7143098962678401683?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7143098962678401683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7143098962678401683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7143098962678401683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7143098962678401683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-and-out-of-topic-oo-nine-days.html' title='ζPrelude and Out of topic O_o - Nine Days left + Childhood Dreamersζ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEz4Q4VI1vI/AAAAAAAAACw/2qsQENya7Xs/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5162657183042941091</id><published>2008-06-08T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:27:49.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>♪OOT (Out Of Topic) Stuff I Listen To♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now Playing: All The Small Things - &lt;a href="http://www.blink182.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mood: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://omi.musickum.com/index.php5?username=RockingPrisons&amp;amp;skin=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://omi.musickum.com/graphics/omi/r/1_RockingPrisons.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://omi.musickum.com/graphics/mmt/r/1_RockingPrisons.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously got bored while I was looking around in &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;. Any member in Last.fm can take this quiz (coz they only have it for Last.fm users)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna go to Megamall today. Nothing much to say. (HEY IT RHYMES XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5162657183042941091?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5162657183042941091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5162657183042941091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5162657183042941091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5162657183042941091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-playing-all-small-things-blink-182.html' title='♪OOT (Out Of Topic) Stuff I Listen To♪'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-5755930072187788982</id><published>2008-06-07T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:25:26.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>♦▫Prelude 6 - Ten Days▫♦</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now Playing: Jaded - &lt;a href="http://www.aerosmith.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days...of schooling before I'm gone. I'm leaving to Singapore at 27th June, but I'll stop schooling at 23rd June. This is when I would prepare my Pathology Reports [To those idiots who doesn't get my coined terms: it means blog about Singapore] However, I would still get to enjoy IFF =D. It's gonna be held at 14th June. However, I'm not too sure whether I could upload photos to the computer...because the friggin adaptor to connect the digital photos to the computer is LOST! D8&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I found it inside one of the video cameras XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later part of the day, I'll be watching Kung Fu Panda (XD), then eat out, then sleep, then wait till tomorrow comes, tomorrow is the last day of holidays. School's reopening...gotta&lt;br /&gt;sleep early o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-5755930072187788982?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/5755930072187788982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=5755930072187788982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5755930072187788982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/5755930072187788982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-6-ten-days.html' title='♦▫Prelude 6 - Ten Days▫♦'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8490041525822015012</id><published>2008-06-05T21:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:24:23.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>ΩφPrelude 5 - Packing up is hecticity...φΩ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Listening: Everyday Combat - &lt;a href="http://www.lostprophets.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lostprophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Satisfied, Full, and Out of Ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pack up my clothes today for Singapore. Y'kno my step dad said I have to work my butt out when I go to Singapore, Mr Bennett said I was like a light-minded person, actually it's true, despite ppl in 4Sc3 judging me as the "smart" one, I'm actually a lazy butthead. (who failed maths at the assesstment test) In a nutshell I have to be like this when I'm in Singapore &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEfvKoU3mGI/AAAAAAAAACg/TSgWpBIkmJw/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394459979946082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEfvKoU3mGI/AAAAAAAAACg/TSgWpBIkmJw/s200/study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nerd 4 life X_X (This also means I can't go online as often as now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I watched Iron Man @ 5pm in Pavilion's Golden Screen Cinemas. It was an interesting movie, but I have nothing much to talk about it. After that, we ate at Sakae sushi (pronounced sa-ka-eh XD) The food is nice, unfortunately I couldn't consume all of it as I ate a hot dog while in the cinemas -_-. They also have an interactive menu, where you place your order with some touch screen computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Unfortunately, I was unable to get photos of that place. What? Does it look like I'm the type of person who carries her camera everywhere to take snaps of everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blergh, nowadays I also don't know what to blog about. Prolly I've been talking crap all these while but heck. I've just got nothing better to do. Bored to death during the holidays. Wait, my mom told me to write an essay about inflation and what are the effects. I'll just get on that tomorrow, and have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to help XD. What can I say, I AM a lazy butthead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8490041525822015012?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8490041525822015012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8490041525822015012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8490041525822015012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8490041525822015012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-5-packing-up-is-hecticity.html' title='ΩφPrelude 5 - Packing up is hecticity...φΩ'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEfvKoU3mGI/AAAAAAAAACg/TSgWpBIkmJw/s72-c/study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1154995378558933328</id><published>2008-06-04T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:22:54.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traverse'/><title type='text'>¤ӨPrelude 4 - Family Comes FirstӨ¤</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now Playing: It's My Life - &lt;a href="http://www.bonjovi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mood: Relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, I DID get accepted by the school after appending. However, it means that I have to start schooling at 30th June (D8!!!) So anyone wants to spend their last few moments in life with me before I go to Singapore at June 20th something like that CONTACT ME (especially my 4Sc3 gangsters! XD or anyone close to me). Leave a comment here if you wanna know or go to my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/slayingrocker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. End of story, because I'm gonna get panda eyes soon. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1154995378558933328?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1154995378558933328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1154995378558933328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1154995378558933328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1154995378558933328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-4-family-comes-first.html' title='¤ӨPrelude 4 - Family Comes FirstӨ¤'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1504325317107976641</id><published>2008-06-03T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:25:22.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>┌OOT (Out Of Topic) Finish Me Off┘</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Now Playing: Nemo - &lt;a href="http://www.nightwish.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mood: urging to blow my top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CUT ME SOME SLACK MAN THIS IS THE HOLIDAYS AFTER ALL, TO HELL WITH LIFE WHY WAS I EVEN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE I WANT SSG NOT SOME OTHER SINGAPORE SCHOOL. FTW MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1504325317107976641?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1504325317107976641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1504325317107976641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1504325317107976641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1504325317107976641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/oot-out-of-topic-finish-me-off.html' title='┌OOT (Out Of Topic) Finish Me Off┘'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8229796964482500233</id><published>2008-06-03T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:18:35.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traverse'/><title type='text'>♫☼Prelude 3 - Happily Appreciating the Tortures of Life☼♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now playing: Velvet - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alicenineofficial"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alice Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tormented yet excited/enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why tormented? Because tomorrow I'm going back to singapore for just a day AGAIN just to see the principal X_x either I have to retake the test again or not (hopefully I don't have to. ADD MATHS KILLS X_X SO DOES ESSAY WRITING T_T) I'm gonna feel estranged, alienated, afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SESsT9V3rCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zNJoOgVlxUY/s1600-h/Childhood%2BDreamers%2BLogoInverted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207476528030919714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SESsT9V3rCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zNJoOgVlxUY/s200/Childhood%2BDreamers%2BLogoInverted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why excited at the same time? My best friend is coming today to teach me Add maths and of course, I'm excited to see her. Not only that, Childhood Dreamers said they were gonna give me their demo tape for free O_O!! Drop dead, excited. Can't wait to hear their own songs, I may think about writing a review and giving opinions about it when I get their CD (no pun intended =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8229796964482500233?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8229796964482500233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8229796964482500233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8229796964482500233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8229796964482500233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-3-happily-appreciating-tortures.html' title='♫☼Prelude 3 - Happily Appreciating the Tortures of Life☼♫'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SESsT9V3rCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zNJoOgVlxUY/s72-c/Childhood%2BDreamers%2BLogoInverted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-2182046805847882005</id><published>2008-06-03T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:14:40.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>►OOT (Out Of Topic) Stolen Tag◄</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Listening: Carry On - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blessedbyabrokenheart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blessed By a Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mood: Mixed emotions, but mostly like a withering rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://olivia-tan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olivia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 Facts About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1: I'm a rock music lover, plus some types of metal eg metalcore, power metal, melodic death metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phys.unsw.edu.au/music/guitaracoustics/guitar_graphix/guitar_anatomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.phys.unsw.edu.au/music/guitaracoustics/guitar_graphix/guitar_anatomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;You too must know your guitar's anatomy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2: Reasons why I chose to be a tomboy&lt;br /&gt;a) Avoid confrontations, hypocrisy, and more importantly, cat fights.&lt;br /&gt;b) Avoid showing POSSIBLE hourglass figure toward sick bastards.&lt;br /&gt;c) Being a tad different than the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;d) Influence from Chi Qin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3: Billy is to blame for getting me into liking metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEUKRBJ1apI/AAAAAAAAACY/EO5N1DOUqkg/s1600-h/blessed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207579831607585426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEUKRBJ1apI/AAAAAAAAACY/EO5N1DOUqkg/s400/blessed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Blessed By A Broken Heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4: Before setting my life's goal into being a cartoonist, I wanted to have a duo singing career with Yue Wen. That thought came to existence when I was....13? Then wiped away knowing that I stopped my piano at Grade 3 when I was 9 AND knowing my singing isn't as pro -_____- We wanted to be called Radioactivate back then [no offence Yue Wen, but actually it isn't as ear-catching =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5: I don't want to go to Singapore, it's like a living nightmare to me. Torturous, caged, estranged from my hometown, outcasted, no freedom, just study study study, FUK MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-2182046805847882005?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/2182046805847882005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=2182046805847882005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2182046805847882005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/2182046805847882005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/oot-out-of-topic-stolen-tag.html' title='►OOT (Out Of Topic) Stolen Tag◄'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEUKRBJ1apI/AAAAAAAAACY/EO5N1DOUqkg/s72-c/blessed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-8090923759374584276</id><published>2008-06-02T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:13:12.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>☻↔OOT (Out Of Topic) Dynasty Warriors 6↔☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now listening: Tomorrow - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/homegrown"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Home Grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mood: like a ninja &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEPLrYxPVaI/AAAAAAAAACI/YcUZ7Kg4zJ4/s1600-h/DW61200907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229540414215586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEPLrYxPVaI/AAAAAAAAACI/YcUZ7Kg4zJ4/s200/DW61200907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have just completed Lu Xun's legend in Musou mode, and I must say, the graphics are just beautiful, just plain beautiful. There are also emo moments in their cutscenes (Lu Xun mourning for Lu Meng's death. Anyone has yaoi in their mind? XD) Newer moves, you can climb up ladders, and go SWIMMING! (XD) Character designs have also changed in both positive and negative ways. I liked the changes they made on Sun Ce, Lu Xun, Diao Chan, Sun Quan, Cao Pi, etc. What I didn't really like was that Liu Bei shaved...it made him look immature and that adds to the fact since KOEI made him shorter, also, I don't get the extra make up on Lu Bu, why a stick for Zhou Yu, and WHY did they have to make Sun Shang Xiang girly? WHY?! I really loved her tomboy look in Dynasty Warriors 5, and now she's like Ina's clone o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now you can actually develop your characters with a skill tree, which also consisted of upgrading your character's life, musou, attack, defense etc. Also, the new Renbu system, I'm not too sure about what it does yet, maybe strenghten your character as its level rises?But to build it up you need combos, which is made easier because your character doesn't stall for a while when doing normal attacks [Square] as in if you continue bashing the square button he/she won't stop attacking until you do a charge attack or just stop bashing that button. Conter attacks are also made easier because you don't need to wait for the enemy to attack you in order to execute that move, though they should've provided more range than 1 on 1 for L1 + square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have yet to try out their Challenge mode, but now they've got new challenges already, which sounds interesting. (I forgotten what they were)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Welp, that's it for today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-8090923759374584276?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/8090923759374584276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=8090923759374584276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8090923759374584276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/8090923759374584276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/oot-out-of-topic-dynasty-warriors-6.html' title='☻↔OOT (Out Of Topic) Dynasty Warriors 6↔☻'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SEPLrYxPVaI/AAAAAAAAACI/YcUZ7Kg4zJ4/s72-c/DW61200907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-4594217019765240931</id><published>2008-06-02T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:08:44.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social events'/><title type='text'>♀◊Prelude 2 - Sweet 16◊♀</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now listening: Road to Hell - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blessedbyabrokenheart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Blessed By A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mood: Nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sweet 16, still have yet to figure out why 16 is a good number...but anyways on 23th of May I had the time of my life man. It was my Sweet 16 party, although 9 days from my real birthdate, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was about having tons of fun and spending my moments in life together with my friends. I've also got pics from the party, check it out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207089301142066402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENMIYxPVOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SZe1PdhsXI8/s400/DSC01328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;I got a guitar cake =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENPOYxPVPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w8PigYjvHc4/s1600-h/5524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092702756164850" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENPOYxPVPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w8PigYjvHc4/s400/5524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how lan si 4Sc3 are -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENPO4xPVQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p-u-F9TdMZs/s1600-h/5528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092711346099458" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENPO4xPVQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p-u-F9TdMZs/s400/5528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Told ya so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVvoxPVRI/AAAAAAAAABA/JZpDppy2jWw/s1600-h/5403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099871056581906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVvoxPVRI/AAAAAAAAABA/JZpDppy2jWw/s400/5403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caricaturing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVwIxPVSI/AAAAAAAAABI/vuDL2mzY-TQ/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099879646516514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVwIxPVSI/AAAAAAAAABI/vuDL2mzY-TQ/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Childhood Dreamers performing. Heard that they were gonna release a Demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVwoxPVTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yv6Fzix3sWA/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099888236451122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVwoxPVTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yv6Fzix3sWA/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also can put up my own show LOL joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVw4xPVUI/AAAAAAAAABY/s6nmLO-op7c/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099892531418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVw4xPVUI/AAAAAAAAABY/s6nmLO-op7c/s400/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alan......Are you a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVxIxPVVI/AAAAAAAAABg/in70duz0GBs/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099896826385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENVxIxPVVI/AAAAAAAAABg/in70duz0GBs/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even my bonky n boyish friend Chi Qin thinks your'e 1 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEIxPVWI/AAAAAAAAABo/4TAODk4Ml7Y/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112317871805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEIxPVWI/AAAAAAAAABo/4TAODk4Ml7Y/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Childhood Dreamers and I..."Funky Seed" is not my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEYxPVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/E032WR-fOYM/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112322166773106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEYxPVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/E032WR-fOYM/s400/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And again, SORRY ALEX. But I think the pic is nice =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEoxPVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vOdtmvlfAow/s1600-h/5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112326461740418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENhEoxPVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vOdtmvlfAow/s400/5514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a funny shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload all photos, but more of it can be found in my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/slayingrocker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEFORE I FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I also recorded Childhood Dreamer's performance at my party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Watch more videos, share photos and blogs at Flixya, Childhood Dreamers - How To Save A Life" href="http://www.flixya.com/video/1202589/Childhood_Dreamers_-_How_To_Save_A_Life"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Childhood Dreamers - How To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Watch more videos, share photos and blogs at Flixya, Childhood Dreamers - It's My Life" href="http://www.flixya.com/video/1202497/Childhood_Dreamers_-_Its_My_Life"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Childhood Dreamers - It's My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-4594217019765240931?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/4594217019765240931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=4594217019765240931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4594217019765240931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/4594217019765240931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-2-sweet-16.html' title='♀◊Prelude 2 - Sweet 16◊♀'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SENMIYxPVOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SZe1PdhsXI8/s72-c/DSC01328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-7263982693728352179</id><published>2008-06-01T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:02:34.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hecticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traverse'/><title type='text'>●♪Prelude 1 - Back with a painful butt♪●</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now listening to: Hand of Blood - &lt;a href="http://bulletformyvalentine1.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Like fish which found its water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FINALLY! Made through Sunday jams at the highway that seemed to lead to hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and by seeing the twin towers of KL from a distance I can just scream out loud "I'M COMING HOME*coughnotgonnabehomelaterrcough*!!!"&lt;br /&gt;To sum up what happened during my 4 nights of stay in Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance test to St Joseph's International. It kinda reminded me of Sri Garden, except it was much, much bigger. The first thing I entered the admin's office and heard the first sentence I was thinking "OMFG their English is pro O_O think British or American, get rid of Ah Beng accent." And the test, there was Aptitude, (which had things to do with common sense, sequences patterns etc etc) Maths, (which included f-ing Add maths -____-) and English (hold your horses, it's not as easy as you think eg: Explain briefly on the word democracy, what are the positive and negative effects of newspaper on democracy, why is it that such important decisions be made, I know it's driving you up the wall now 4Sc3 guys) and also an interview with the principal in which obviously I kinda screwed it up. Not only that, the papers were in objective except for English which was an essay and what those objective questions stated in the first page was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;DO NOT GUESS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ._. THAT'S WHAT I'M FAMOUS FOR (or maybe all of us do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing houses. [BORING] 8 units to be exact, that's twice the amount of houses a normal person would view in a day -_-. Later on that day we bought a PS3! WOOT DYNASTY WARRIORS 6!!! BWAHAHA cough HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing houses AGAIN, but later sticking me and my bro's head into the new PS3 and DW6. Also getting the results of my entrance test. And guess what, I FAIL, but my bro passed, whaddaya expect eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing furnitures and taking one last look of the new house I'm staying in with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping before going home, which made us got stuck in highway jam on a Sunday, the day of my REAL birthday as well. And to those who tried calling me today wanting to wish me happy birthday I show my gratitude here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few posts I'ma talk about Dynasty Warriors 6 and what happened during my Sweet 16 party =D Stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-7263982693728352179?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/7263982693728352179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=7263982693728352179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7263982693728352179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/7263982693728352179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/06/prelude-1-back-with-painful-butt.html' title='●♪Prelude 1 - Back with a painful butt♪●'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653346288072480128.post-1860802326670136670</id><published>2008-05-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:41:58.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traverse'/><title type='text'>♠○Prolegomenon - Entrance Test○♠</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-TOP: #343434 3px ridge; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: #343434 3px ridge; BORDER-BOTTOM: #343434 3px ridge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well,I'm still in Malaysia, but tomorrow I'm going down to Singapore for 4 days to take the Entrance test to my new school, and it means I'm gonna have to remove my black nail polish and hide my temporary tattoo -_- All of which is the aftermath of my Sweet 16 party (will blog about this later ps: that was not my real birthday) All I got for myself is just a simple good luck and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone's wondering when am I really gonna move, well my last day of school in SG [Sri Garden] would most likely be at July 25th. Then on I'm gone for good (NOT really, that's why this blog is here) That's all for my first post here, will blog after coming back on Saturday, probably post pictures of my Sweet 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653346288072480128-1860802326670136670?l=split-paths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/feeds/1860802326670136670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653346288072480128&amp;postID=1860802326670136670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1860802326670136670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653346288072480128/posts/default/1860802326670136670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split-paths.blogspot.com/2008/05/prolegomenon-entrance-test.html' title='♠○Prolegomenon - Entrance Test○♠'/><author><name>A.man.da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12091591807087107443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DskV279zQmo/SDrRaYxPVLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lsjQsYMBkgM/S220/DSC01351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
