<?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-2238894391565791612</id><updated>2011-11-07T05:10:49.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz...</title><subtitle type='html'>Copy the URL below and paste it into your browser. If you're smart, you'll get to it fast. If not..nevermind..

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The constant practice of meditation helps one to develop a calm and concentrated mind and help to prepare one for the attainment of Wisdom and Enlightenment ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not spending too much time on the computer, I'm meditating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7594684082652974941?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7594684082652974941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7594684082652974941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7594684082652974941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7594684082652974941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2011/02/concentrated-power-of-will.html' title='Concentrated power of will.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5996873539062954945</id><published>2010-11-29T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:01:55.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time solves most problems except ageing</title><content type='html'>These wounds won't seem to heal &lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real &lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears &lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears &lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years &lt;br /&gt;But you still have &lt;br /&gt;All of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone &lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me &lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I asked for, all of them I've always longed, none did I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time solves most problems except ageing. Heard that from a friend not long ago. Lets hope it solves this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5996873539062954945?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5996873539062954945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5996873539062954945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5996873539062954945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5996873539062954945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-solves-most-problems-except-ageing.html' title='Time solves most problems except ageing'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3357696573356307651</id><published>2010-09-28T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:25:59.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitarist Michael Romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PG2804ggsI0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PG2804ggsI0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great video! Look at one of the comments I found on the video haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you think that is fast you should see him reach for the last jelly donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLWUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a response to the above comment another user posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The secret is, his entire guitar is a jelly donut. That's why it's purple. At any time, if Romeo finds his endurance flagging, he can lick his donut guitar for strength, knowing that after the show, dozens and dozens of donuts await him backstage. Powdered donuts. Chocolate donuts. Even those new donuts from Dunkin Donuts with Reese's Pieces on﻿ them. Sometimes in fact Romeo has to position his guitar to hide his erection as he shreds and thinks of nothing but those donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3357696573356307651?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3357696573356307651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3357696573356307651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3357696573356307651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3357696573356307651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/09/guitarist-michael-romeo.html' title='Guitarist Michael Romeo'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7316536901544067814</id><published>2010-02-11T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:05:48.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd get here, never thought I would care. 'Cause I was always lookin' out for me. I was being selfish, I couldn't see. All that I want was right in front of me. But I've changed, this girl of her teens. You're my number one, now you're priority&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7316536901544067814?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7316536901544067814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7316536901544067814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7316536901544067814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7316536901544067814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4171818519028803141</id><published>2010-02-11T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:12:31.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies!</title><content type='html'>I tried to believe every word of your sweet story, but intuition keeps telling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition can be wrong anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4171818519028803141?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4171818519028803141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4171818519028803141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4171818519028803141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4171818519028803141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-lies.html' title='What lies!'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5939247650395641356</id><published>2010-02-07T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:46:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, now.</title><content type='html'>Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been further even more decided to use even go need to do look more as anyone can. Can you really be far even as decided half as much to use go wish for that? My guess is that when one really been far even as decided once to use even go want, it is then that he has really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like. It’s just common sense."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5939247650395641356?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5939247650395641356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5939247650395641356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5939247650395641356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5939247650395641356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/honestly-now.html' title='Honestly, now.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7059362367499145798</id><published>2010-02-07T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:58:30.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er what?</title><content type='html'>Aposiopesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I think that alot of people are probably looking down from Heaven over me and seeing my actions and looking at everything I do wrong and they're probably yelling at me saying "No no! That's not how you do it!" but I'm not hearing them and I make the same mistakes over and over again without any guidance that I've very much been ignoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hints aposiopesis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7059362367499145798?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7059362367499145798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7059362367499145798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7059362367499145798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7059362367499145798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/er-what.html' title='Er what?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6482354884427555883</id><published>2010-02-03T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:40:45.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I really?</title><content type='html'>Who am I really? I've been thinking. Can't put my finger anywhere yet. Still in the shadows of pondering where the conclusions elude me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why many people who believe in a God that can do all things still bind their thinking by setting a limit between the impossibilities. I mean, sometimes we're supposed to think out of the box but with a chance that anything can happen, the box shouldn't even be there in the first place. Really, explore all options and don't rule out any impossibilities governed by limits of what we perceive of the natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6482354884427555883?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6482354884427555883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6482354884427555883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6482354884427555883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6482354884427555883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-am-i-really.html' title='Who am I really?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6670666666028339450</id><published>2010-02-01T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:32:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These coincidences aren't just coincidences anymore</title><content type='html'>Really, just count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6670666666028339450?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6670666666028339450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6670666666028339450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6670666666028339450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6670666666028339450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-coincidences-arent-just.html' title='These coincidences aren&apos;t just coincidences anymore'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-2350581003587221918</id><published>2010-01-27T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:51:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What..?</title><content type='html'>Today in the library, I was talking to my friend and she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop smsing. I know, you're smsing a girl right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I could say anything, she went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see love in your eyes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? It's a guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh is it? Whatever, I still see love in your eyes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHAATTT..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! But I lied! Hahahahaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about something for awhile now. Actually, not just awhile but for a long time actually. It started a few years back if I recall correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that sometimes, people say that they know something is wrong with whatever their doing. I don't mean wrong as in what they're doing is bad. I mean wrong as in answering questions and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, people know that they're wrong and don't know what the right answer is. It's kinda weird, I think. I mean, if we know something is wrong, we should know the correct answer. Otherwise, how would we know we are wrong in the first place? And if we know the correct answer because we know we got the wrong answer the first time, won't they be able to figure out themselves? Or just keep trying until they get less and less wrong and eventually get the correct answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll apply this to an example of tuning a guitar. When we play an out of tuned guitar, we know it's out of tune. (Assuming we do play the guitar and can tell that it is out of tune) However, ask us to tune the guitar and we wouldn't know how to. We would require aid such as an electronic tuner or a tuning fork etc. So why can't we just tune it ourselves? I mean, we only know it is out of tune because we know the correct tuning and we know that the guitar in our hands has strayed from the actual tuning. So why can't we just go in one direction and try tuning it until it gets less and less wrong and eventually we get a nicely tuned guitar? This would be really interesting to see because someone got the correct answer not because he knows how to solve the question but because he knows what is wrong and he just has to do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have been thinking about this and I realised that many of us say that we know something is wrong but we can't fix it. Personally, I'd find out first if something is wrong or not. Otherwise assumed right until shown wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, is this what it really is? I doubt. I think what's happening here is a breakaway from intuition. Just because we know something is wrong does not mean we know what is right. Contradictory? no. Just because we think something isn't right doesn't mean it's wrong either. We're just unsure of the correct answer. But then, how do we know whether our answers are wrong or correct? We don't. Most of the time, people assume their answers wrong until shown correct or known that it is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. so how does this help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe next time you think your answer is wrong, sit down and think for awhile why you might be thinking that your answer is wrong. Is it because you know the correct answer? If so, then work towards it. If you don't know the correct answer but still think it's wrong. Think again, you're just unsure of the correct answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2350581003587221918?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2350581003587221918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=2350581003587221918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2350581003587221918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2350581003587221918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-9082265740523651129</id><published>2010-01-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:18:32.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What'll you do when you get lonely</title><content type='html'>Layla, you've got me on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;Layla, I'm begging, darling please. &lt;br /&gt;Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you consolation &lt;br /&gt;When your old man had let you down. &lt;br /&gt;Like a fool, I fell in love with you, &lt;br /&gt;Turned my whole world upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best of the situation &lt;br /&gt;Before I finally go insane. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't say we'll never find a way &lt;br /&gt;And tell me all my love's in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6959471135661287486</id><published>2010-01-19T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:54:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200</title><content type='html'>Being a professional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see that today, we have alot of professionals in many areas. We see them all around us. Football professionals, professional gamers, master chess players, competitive grade athletes, world class artists and top grade chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do these people become good at what they're doing? They practise, and they do it countless times. But ever wondered what happens if these activities that they are good at never existed? They're good at what they're doing now because they found an interest in what they are doing (not talking about being forced) and got thought that they'd like to be good at it. It's because these activities existed in the first place for them to be good at. But what happens if these activities were never around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if long ago, there was no such game as football or soccer? What would be of our modern day professional football players? Would they have been the ones who invented football because they realised they were good at kicking balls around the field? Or would they never have thought about it and gone into another profession instead? Does the skill required come first, or does the activity that require the skills come first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many claim that people can be born professionals but what happens when someone was born a natural computer programmer a century before the computer was being invented? Will he have been the one to pioneer computer programming without any applications? Or will he have just lost that skill, that talent? It's possible that this guy born with a mindset optimal for computer programming to have came up with it before the computer was invented. He realised he liked something, he just didn't know what. He couldn't relate to it. He showed his friends and the people around him at that time and they called him crazy for thinking that way. He didn't know that there would ever be such a thing called a computer, which is something he's be good at and he shook of the idea and probably moved on to something else since it wasn't beneficial to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about professional gamers? If someone was born with the body of a professional gamer, quick strategic thinking, insane keyboard precision and accuracy and a mind able to plan several stages in advance but never knew that video games existed, would that person be the first one to invent a video game? Would he be the first to design strategic entertainment products? Or will he not even find out that he was born to be a gamer and move on to something else and do something else like music instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in good times, where there're many things going on around us now and most of us can find something we can be good in. However, there will be the unfortunate few who realise that what they're good in isn't even in existence now. Will they ever find out what they're good in and get the ball rolling so others like them can be good at it too? Or will they just shake it off, saying that they're good at nothing we have to offer, or what they're good at doesn't match us? Would professional Baseball players find out that they're good at hitting balls with a bat? Will they even think about trying to hit balls with a bat with their friends during their free time to see that they're subconsciously good at it? Or will they not try at all and move on to something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say we're very fortunate, even if there're some things we wished we could do but can't. There's something for the majority of us, unlike centuries ago where people who were meant to be good at stuff never found out what they were good at because it never existed at that time. Maybe for things like chess and music, the dates go back even further because they've been around for a long time. However, this does not mean to say that there is something for everyone in today's living. To say that we cannot develop further would be arrogant and a hindrance to progress. That why, when we find something we like to do, or love doing, even when people think you're silly or it makes no sense, it's still good to pursue it, for you never know. You might just be developing something that you can be good at, even when nobody follows you, you'll be able to show them that one day, they would've wished they were on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;200? Why 200?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. my 200th post. The first 2 days of school were good. It's good to be in school again. No more long boring days of lazing around. I do feel quite tired though, from the lack of sleep most likely. It's time to revert back to the normal sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I look back at the posts I've written down the blog, I remember and all the images of what I was writing about come back to me. Some of the ambiguous ones don't make sense to me anymore, while others still do. I still choose to leave them there though, as a reminder of what I was going through, and maybe I'll someday remember them and laugh at my own silliness for thinking that way last time. Reading back my older posts has also made me realise the way I've been typing and how it's been changing. I read back and realised that I've used certain vocabulary then that I don't now, and it kinda surprises me that I actually did use those choice of words then compared to if I were to write about the same topic now, of which those worlds would probably have never popped to my head. I realise that the style I type in is different from the way I speak, or write too. I read my own posts and sometimes wonder if I really wrote that, which is a little silly because I know I really did write in that style with those choice of words and strange vocabulary and idioms etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhat weird to read yourself and think that that isn't you. I guess I've probably changed. Or maybe it just comes out when I'm typing. Maybe the content plays a part too, no denying on that one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6959471135661287486?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6959471135661287486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6959471135661287486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6959471135661287486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6959471135661287486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/200.html' title='200'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5699873954978173673</id><published>2010-01-18T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:07:03.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never expected it to be this way..</title><content type='html'>I've never expected it to be this way when it first started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5699873954978173673?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5699873954978173673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5699873954978173673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5699873954978173673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5699873954978173673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-never-expected-it-to-be-this-way.html' title='I never expected it to be this way..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-781787890266906553</id><published>2010-01-16T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:49:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right brain guessing</title><content type='html'>I've read up a little on people who are right brain dominant, and one of their traits is having hunches, or guesses, that are more accurate than usual. Sometimes they're just guesses, purely coincidental, with no prior knowledge about the event. Other times, they're just very quick deductions in the subconscious that are being calculated to produce a smart guess of a predicted outcome which is considered guessing or coincidental not by chance but because the person does not know he did all that calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another variation of that comes when the person knows the answer but doesn't know how he got it. He just knows it's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunches? Guesses? Pure coincidence? Quick, subconscious calculations? Knowledge from God?? Which one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some personal experiences, some of them minor, some of slightly more major, but none of them life changing or really huge, but I still notice all of them, or everytime it happens to me. It's not always correct, it's not always wrong. It's in between, although if I were to weigh mine out, it would be leaning towards having more of them correct than wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had experiences where my guesses/hunches were purely coincidental and correct. I've had situations where I had a prompting that one of the choices in the decisions was better than the other, and it was correct. I've had situations where I know the solution to a problem, but don't know how I got there, and the answers were correct. I've had times when I had to say something, a guess, about something/someone/an event/etc, and it was correct. I've had experiences when I've thought of something happening for no reason (not to be confused with Deja Vu), and it happened. I've had times when I had to make a two choice decision, answer a two choice question or predict a two scenario situation where I've got no prior knowledge to the questions and problems, and still got them correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? Chance? Calculations? Prompting???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that some are coincidences. I had to choose between this or that and I choose without much thinking (not something I would do often) and it turns out to be the superior option. Those are mainly guesses. Other instances will be guessing the correct answer to questions. What questions? A whole variety. Science questions, maths questions etc.. I once guessed the answer to a math question that requires some working after reading the question and got it correct, but that had abit of hinting as reading the question already gives you a slight idea of what answer you might expect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had instances where I had performed quick calculations in my head to math questions without knowing the meaning of the steps I'm working out and got the correct answer. I still call it very much of a guess because I'm not sure how I got the answer except through unknown workings which I don't know the meaning of. The last time I remember this happening was about a week ago during physics class where I did some quick mental calculations and got the answer but the calculations made no sense at that time. Usually I forget the steps after I've thought of the answer. They just come and go very quickly. I've experienced some when I remembered the steps I did and they were wrong but the answer was correct. I've had other experiences when I remember the steps I did and they were correct too, with the correct answer, but it took me awhile to actually figure out what I was doing or calculating. I mean, I calculate without even knowing what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I remember, during math class, I managed to get the answer. I don't know how I got it. I asked the teacher if what I had in mind was the answer. He said it was and he got a huge shock when I asked him how to do the question because he thought I knew how to do the question by getting the correct answer. In that situation, I have never known what the answer was, I didn't hear a word about anyone saying anything about the answer, I've got no hints at all basically, except from reading the question, which also said nothing about the answer. I just guessed and got it correct after some thinking. I don't even know what I was thinking of, the number just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I had to do something, and I had to make a decision of what I should do and there were two options and I had to choose one. These I remember having the most of. When I first got them a long time ago when I was younger, I paid no attention to the prompting and went with what I calculated to be the best option, which wasn't always right. It was only until recently, or a few years back did I actually start to follow them when I realised an increasing trend of me choosing the wrong option and ignoring the slight prompting when I get it. I get these alot and even today, I still doubt some of them. Sometimes, like today, I ignore them and realised I should've just went with the prompting because I ignored it and the consequences wasn't desirable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this prompting feel like? It just feels like something in your heart telling you to go with a certain choice. You don't know why your heart is telling you to go with that choice and you doubt it, so you calculate the best option with your head by weighing out the advantages and consequences and sometimes, even though they may logically be the best choice, it's not the right one and you see that you should've just followed what your heart says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time when for no reason, a thought just popped into my head and happened later during the day. It's kinda like Deja Vu but not really. Here's one which I experienced last week. On the way to class, I suddenly thought of my friend borrowing stationary from me. Not really a thought, but I just suddenly remembered the last time she asked to borrow a pencil from me, and I lent her. I was thinking and remembering the event, and I actually planned out what I would do this time if she asked me again, like what to say and all, without ever knowing she was going to ask. I just somehow felt that I should prepare what to say and I was kinda hoping it was going to happen again, I don't know why. I mean, it's not a good thing to hope for them to forget their stuff but I was really thinking that she was going to ask me again, and what I would do and true enough, when I reached class, my friend did ask me to borrow stationary again. Strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had countless instances too when doing multiple choice questions and I don't know what the correct answer is and I feel something telling me that one option is the correct answer but I was thinking of something else as the answer and I looked and tried to see which was the better answer and I concluded that the answer I had thought of was better and when I get back the results, I see that I should've chosen the answer that I felt in my heart because it was the correct one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what are these things? Why am I feeling these promptings? Are they just coincidences? I don't know. I understand that those I have calculated but am unable to explan my calculations aren't really much of being prompted but why do they happen? What's with all these guesses showing a very strange trend of being correct? Is it intuition? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it God speaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the Spirit prompting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get something at the back of my head telling me I shouldn't do something, even though in my mind, I think that I really should along many things tell me I should, I held back and it really turns out to be better that I did hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this really is. All these guesses, all these prompting. Could it be the gift of knowledge? Personally, I doubt. It doesn't match my understanding of what I think it is and I won't question it. It doesn't match any of the other possible theories of why I get these things a lot more than other people. I mean, alot of people get it, sure, but I'm pretty sure it happens to me alot more with a greater load of intensity and coincidences too huge and too frequent to be called coincidences anymore. Why do people who are right brain dominant get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how all these promptings and all these coincidences work. I really don't know. Many of them are uncalled for. They just cross my mind and I feel this strong sense in my that I should be doing something or following a certain option, or even a prompting in me, like someone pushing me to do something that I don't want to or someone holding me back from doing something I don't want to and I follow it and it turns out to be the best thing to do at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God, there are no coincidences."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-781787890266906553?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/781787890266906553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=781787890266906553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/781787890266906553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/781787890266906553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-brain-guessing.html' title='Right brain guessing'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7316093683164986270</id><published>2010-01-11T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:21:32.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all an illusion!</title><content type='html'>Benjamin, 22nd most common name for baby boys in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school. It was great and interesting and I would talk about it but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something just happened when I reached home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with what has been happening around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a thread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7316093683164986270?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7316093683164986270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7316093683164986270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7316093683164986270'/><link rel='self' 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back under a plane's fuselage with a staple gun and having the back hit and scrape the runway during take-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having to hang from a skyscraper on your fingertips with all the people you care for hanging on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a the ground beneath you falling and swallowing you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Slipping into depression soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God saves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2856045251538179141?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2856045251538179141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5552585873533756823</id><published>2010-01-09T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:54:30.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, sir</title><content type='html'>Look at what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just messed up the puzzle you took so long to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5552585873533756823?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5552585873533756823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5552585873533756823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5552585873533756823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5552585873533756823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-sir.html' title='You, sir'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3890310973744237128</id><published>2010-01-06T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:16:15.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um wait, What?</title><content type='html'>It would've been a yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3890310973744237128?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3890310973744237128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3890310973744237128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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do I just want to be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's no turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1318013463680111495?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1318013463680111495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1318013463680111495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1318013463680111495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1318013463680111495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-really.html' title='Are you, really?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-2737915739523598094</id><published>2010-01-05T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:20:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought to think.</title><content type='html'>"That girl, is a gun to my holster" Poor analogy, doesn't fit human anatomy. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Lion would never cheat on his wife.. but a Tiger wood." I laughed so hard when I saw it as Wood and not Woods because of the huge difference in meaning! AAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand what I'm saying, it's time to be acquainted with your slangs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2737915739523598094?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2737915739523598094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=2737915739523598094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2737915739523598094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2737915739523598094'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1088081310531602137</id><published>2010-01-04T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:19:11.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Physics tutor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/News/Latest%2BNews/Sports/Story/A1Story20091219-186906.html"&gt;http://www.asiaone.com/News/Latest%2BNews/Sports/Story/A1Story20091219-186906.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1088081310531602137?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1088081310531602137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6666989026426197018</id><published>2010-01-04T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:37:50.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Quoted from a text I received today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you who bought it for me. is a SUPER WEIRD FRIEND OF MINE! WHO IS FUNNY AT TIMES. AND GIVE WEIRD AND YET SILLY COMMENT AT E SAME TIME! EVEN IF E COMMENT NO HAHAHA OR WHAT, BUT IT IS WEIRD ENOUGH TO MAKE ME SMILE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I know right!! Those were the exact grammar and punctuation that the person used!&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, I didn't exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who the text's referring to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6666989026426197018?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6666989026426197018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6666989026426197018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6666989026426197018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6666989026426197018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7050371498599653458</id><published>2010-01-03T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:03:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to go through this</title><content type='html'>If I had a gun with one bullet. Guess who I'd shoot? &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God, there are no coincidences."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7050371498599653458?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7050371498599653458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7050371498599653458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7050371498599653458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7050371498599653458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dont-have-to-go-through-this.html' title='You don&apos;t have to go through this'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5762658165340094869</id><published>2010-01-02T02:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:22:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>And we're 2 years away from 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I believe it. Just thought it'd be awesome to start a post to start the year to start the decade to start my life off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy full year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, be happy. Not just during the new year but for the whole year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks of 2009 were really bad for me. Had a lousy holiday. It was fun, but I didn't enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad New Year celebration. Was upset pretty much the whole time. Didn't enjoy it one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a messed up December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a huge lost in trust in my parents. Both of them. And perhaps in alot of my extended family members too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since posting New Year's resolutions are somewhat ubiquitous on blogs, lets see what I have for this year, my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sensitive&lt;br /&gt;-private&lt;br /&gt;-personal&lt;br /&gt;-restricted&lt;br /&gt;-classified&lt;br /&gt;-secret&lt;br /&gt;-top secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realise, those are the ranks of security clearance you'd find starting from the basic to top secret. There's one more above top secret but that doesn't have a name so I guess it doesn't count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean I wouldn't share them with anyone. I just haven't thought of them yet, except for some, which you can ask me if you'd like. I'd be more than willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I did see a touch of snow. It was more of an ice drizzle. Wasn't much. Just a few drops from the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u36bnDqtmZE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In my dreams, in my dreams, we will be forever together, flying higher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5762658165340094869?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5762658165340094869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5762658165340094869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5762658165340094869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5762658165340094869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8785934118080503300</id><published>2009-12-19T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:11:55.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the card, the note and the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the great day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8785934118080503300?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8785934118080503300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8785934118080503300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8785934118080503300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8785934118080503300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5013751983000238647</id><published>2009-12-13T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:16:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Whoa, I guess I'm really bad with words aren't I? I should probably stop talking altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5013751983000238647?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5013751983000238647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5013751983000238647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5013751983000238647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5013751983000238647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8827099498681124354</id><published>2009-12-08T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:43:46.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of impression.</title><content type='html'>I saw a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the things around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the reflections of the things around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a person in there different from who I had imagined to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8827099498681124354?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8827099498681124354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8827099498681124354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8827099498681124354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8827099498681124354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/12/change-of-impression.html' title='A change of impression.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3975354906940883289</id><published>2009-12-06T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:27:59.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of December</title><content type='html'>It's the start of December and many people are in the Christmas season already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I've just finished wrapping a gift. I'm really proud of it and although I know almost everybody out there doesn't care how it's wrapped, I'd still like to share because I thought it was pretty clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought out and planned a drawer style wrapping design. Easy to obtain the gift while still hiding the unknown inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a simple model I came up with on the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sxq9kKVS94I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zt2lUJ95wPE/s1600-h/Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sxq9kKVS94I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zt2lUJ95wPE/s320/Gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411846331185690498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as you can see, the recipient can easily pull out the gift like a drawer. To prevent it from slipping out when being carried or held upside down, heavy testing had to be done on the paper texture, thickness and flexibility so that it can be held in place by friction and folding alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result was same as the model shown above. The paper was stiff enough to hold the gift in place when held or shook and the texture was rough enough to keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok actually, to be honest, I hardly did any testing. It all just fit together really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's this gift for? I'm not sure actually, I'm still thinking. I've probably decided but then again.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a surprise if I say it here would it? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year for the past few years my mom has been asking me what I want for Christmas and I would tell her something I want that I saw earlier in the year. However, when it got to Christmas, it turns out she always got me something different. I know Christmas is more than just receiving gifts and having good food but I was quite unhappy when I opened her present, not because I didn't get what I want but because she got me something different. I wouldn't mind if I didn't get what I want for Christmas but every year my mom would ask me and I would get something different in the end so why should she even ask? Recently, whenever she would ask me what I want for Christmas, I would say I wouldn't want anything, since she probably won't get it for me anyway. I'd just say I don't have anything I want this Christmas. Sometimes it's true and I really didn't want anything for Christmas, sometimes, it isn't but since I guess I won't get it, I'll just say that I don't want anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't expect anything for Christmas anymore. I don't care if I don't get what I have been hoping to get and I don't care if I don't get anything at all. I just want to be happy. And for me, to be happy during Christmas is to see other people happy, from enjoying their presents or just being together and appreciating the spirit of Christmas. I don't care if I don't get anything, I just want to see the people around me happy, and that would be good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence the gift. I've prepared the gift for someone who's Christmas I'd like to brighten up so that it'll make me glad, that at least someone is enjoying Christmas, even if it's receiving gifts and not seeing the value of Christmas the way I see it, although I know this person won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the unusual wrapping? Why did you make a pouch and a drawer as a way to wrap the gift rather than use convectional methods that are much easier to do so? Why did you spend so much time wrapping it so that the person will open it the way you see it even though you know they'll probably just rip apart the wrapper? Why did you even think of putting in an instruction slip so they actually slide the gift out and not tear the paper to obtain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all in the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3975354906940883289?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3975354906940883289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3975354906940883289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3975354906940883289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3975354906940883289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-december.html' title='The start of December'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sxq9kKVS94I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zt2lUJ95wPE/s72-c/Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5501535535898500169</id><published>2009-12-04T00:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:56:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died a little on the inside</title><content type='html'>This is great! I just won my 15th game of Klondike today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Solitaire it's awesome. Simple to play and it makes you think alot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan to do much today but looks like there was actually stuff that happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and got a call from my dad asking to go to the Japanese Embassy to submit a picture of myself. I reached there 10 minutes before they broke off for lunch and the guard was telling me to hurry up and he was rushing me really badly. I guess it was partly his stomach pushing me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was surprisingly small! There was almost nobody there. I walked in and gave my picture. The girl behind the counter didn't even ask for my particulars. She already knew who I was. I guess my dad had told her alot about me. Then again, there was hardly anyone there so if my dad had mentioned me earlier, very few candidates would fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out in less than five minutes. It was surprisingly fast. I sent a text message to my dad and he was surprised at the speed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the lane to Orchard road. I didn't think it was quite long but when I reached Orchard and looked back, I couldn't even see the embassy or it's surrounding buildings anymore. While waiting to cross the road, I saw Hassan's Carpets. It's the carpet shop owned by Mohsin's uncle. Really, my friends weren't joking at the size of the sign. It's name in neon was huge! I looked for a place to cross at so I could take a look but it was too far away. I wanted to go to it later but I didn't. I had forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk down Orchard road again and looked at some stalls. It's the 3rd time this week I've been here. Last 2 times were yesterday and the day before, making it 3 consecutive days. i went into Borders again, hoping to find the Principia. I couldn't get it yesterday and was hoping I would miss something today. Yesterday, they told me they had one copy but it wasn't available anymore meaning someone has bought it. I remembered that when I walked in but when I reached the shelf, it didn't even cross my mind and I searched like I did yesterday. I didn't find the Principia though but I did find another book by the same author, Issac Newton. It was called OPTICKS. It was one of his other books. I flipped through the pages and it was alot easier to understand than the Principia, though it's format was much the same. I stood back and looked at the whole shelf. I remember my friend telling me how big Borders bookstore was and I looked around. Yes, it is huge but the book I'm looking for is only found at one shelf, and it isn't even available. I guess it's not much of an interesting read for us Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually seeing some parts of my life repeating. And I don't want that to happen. They're parts of my life I do not wish to remember, or happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, does it cost this much to be different? I guess my presence has been neglected to being in the subconscious of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I helped two of my friends get closer together today. It was over the internet and they were hundreds of miles away. I'm glad they're happy together. If only it was always that simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and most of the times I'm out by myself, I realise how childish and naive my thoughts can be. The things I do. Even at home sometimes, when I'm on my own especially. I start to think like a child again, the same way I did when I was 6 or 7, like some sort of a big baby. Honestly, you wouldn't even know I would be where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such meekness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5501535535898500169?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5501535535898500169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5501535535898500169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5501535535898500169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5501535535898500169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-died-little-on-inside.html' title='I died a little on the inside'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3731985338039683333</id><published>2009-11-27T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:44:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected turn of events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sw6mpG9wmbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5_IIePtlp9U/s1600/50+ideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sw6mpG9wmbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5_IIePtlp9U/s400/50+ideas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408443427693042098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome book! First saw it at MPH yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the start of the SITEX IT fair that was held at expo. I have been planning to attend this event since last week and I went there with Tuan Qi. I didn't have anything in particular to look out for but some of the things on my mind was a webcam, a mouse, and an external hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up in the morning and took the train ride to expo. It's been awhile since I've last been to expo. On the way there, we talked about the book mentioned above and how we were much more interested in that book than in the IT fair. We decided that if we had enough time, we would go and search for the book. Also, Tuan Qi told me that he just bought the book "50 ideas you really need to know" yesterday. He's is the generic copy and contains stuff from philosophy to science. It was a nice coincidence that we both knew about similar books from the same publisher on the same day and he was telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent an hour at the show there looking at stuff. Computers, games, consoles, televisions etc. Most of the stuff you'd find at your usual IT fair. We had loads of great deals coming our way too. We only wished we had enough money to take up the offers. There was this small booth at the corner featuring computer accessories at rock bottom prices so I bought myself some stuff. I saw something that looked kinda weird and I asked the assistant what it was. She said it was a mouse carrier that can be unfolded to be a mousepad. I was telling Tuan Qi how "Cool" this thing was and her colleague overheard and continued to add saying how "cool" it was and what other "cool" mouse accessories they had and I let her finish. When she ran out of things to say, I told her that all these stuff she had mentioned would really be "cool" if I did have a muse to begin with. She gave a humph, smiled, and walked off. She looked our age too. So much for having to deal with eccentric customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the place and decided it was still early. We went to Kinokuniya at Takashimaya after that. We didn't really had the book about 50 ideas in mind. We wanted to find the book written by the guy who started Newtonian Mechanics, Sir Issac Newton himself - Principia. We discussed how the modern day Principia would be like compared to how he first wrote it and whether it would be affordable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we were greeted by the book that Tuan Qi got yesterday. I wondered if they had the others and not just the generic ones but they weren't one of our priorities so we went to the counter to ask if they had the book Principia. They directed us to the Physics section and we looked at the shelf. It was wonderful. Loads of books on quantum mechanics and theoretical physics. The shelf behind us was about cosmology. Personally, I decided that I'd save the quantum stuff for later since it's really different from the normal classical physics that we know and we need to learn from scratch again if we were to do quantum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the Principia they had but with it was a price tag big enough to keep your pockets empty for weeks! The version they had wasn't what we expected either and it was for the common reader. We didn't want something a common reader would read. We want the Principia, or otherwise known as the Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica. We found another version of the Principia near it. This one was much closer to what we wanted and it was at an affordable price too. However, when we looked between the pages, it was all in traditional English, nothing we would understand. We didn't like books printed in the format it had either. It would be a bore to read. Not because it didn't have pictures. It had plenty of diagrams. However, the fonts and usage of old English didn't appeal to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around the same shelf for other books and what we saw really was a bonus. We saw the book "50 physics ideas you really need to know". I grabbed  copy right away and I had to purchase it. I really was more interested in this book than the IT fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and looked at nearby shelves for books too and decided to leave after that. I saw the time. It wasn't what I expected, but it wasn't surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent an hour at the IT fair and we saw alot of stuff. We went through many booths, looked at many different computer models and even took time to choose the products I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent over an hour at Kinokuniya, looked at books from only 3 shelves, spent 10 minutes laughing to ourselves at a book on "Singlish" and didn't hesitate to grab a copy of the aforementioned book on physics when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That book cost twice as much as the total amount of money I spent at the IT fair too. On the way back, it was the only thing in the carrier that I was really interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. We still didn't get what we want though. We hadn't found the Principia that we wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, was the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3731985338039683333?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3731985338039683333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3731985338039683333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3731985338039683333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3731985338039683333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected-turn-of-events.html' title='An unexpected turn of events.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sw6mpG9wmbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5_IIePtlp9U/s72-c/50+ideas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-232085225140370109</id><published>2009-11-24T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:14:23.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Brain, Right Brain</title><content type='html'>Left brain, right brain&lt;br /&gt;to either the other's a pain.&lt;br /&gt;So many left brains&lt;br /&gt;Right brain's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be shot, for letting your eyes wander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-232085225140370109?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/232085225140370109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=232085225140370109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/232085225140370109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/232085225140370109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/left-brain-right-brain.html' title='Left Brain, Right Brain'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-756121666280946385</id><published>2009-11-22T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:58:08.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topics.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. I always have something to blog about but for some reason, I keep forgetting them everytime I come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the house and the subject I want to talk about comes to mind. Points I want to address start forming in my head and I ponder for awhile more before deciding to post it here. However, everytime I come home knowing I have something to share, I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time and the same topics keep coming to mind. I'm surprised at how I can keep forgetting them even though I've thought about them countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post about my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on monday. Something interesting's happening on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember it, sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-756121666280946385?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/756121666280946385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=756121666280946385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/756121666280946385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/756121666280946385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/topics.html' title='Topics.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7399839729710927920</id><published>2009-11-18T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:57:47.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm going crazy..</title><content type='html'>It's hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;To even talk to a picture of her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7399839729710927920?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7399839729710927920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7399839729710927920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7399839729710927920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7399839729710927920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title='I think I&apos;m going crazy..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5771388755026937857</id><published>2009-11-16T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:06:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone</title><content type='html'>Hit me with a log..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5771388755026937857?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5771388755026937857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5771388755026937857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5771388755026937857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5771388755026937857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-someone.html' title='Can someone'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-880528878626466903</id><published>2009-11-11T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:46:13.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are lame jokes lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes them lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd prefer not to classify jokes into whether they're "lame" or not. I don't like people who constantly say some jokes are "lame", even if they really are. I think it really kills the atmosphere and everytime I hear someone say that, I refrain from sharing with them jokes that I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot of jokes that people consider "lame" are actually quite smart. A witty play on words and meanings to form a simple yet meaningful pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm probably saying this because no one laughs at my jokes. Actually, I don't really care if they do or not. I'd rather they see how I came up with it and appreciate the humour. I don't think laughing is necessary to show that humour is present. I think humour is smart, and what makes people laugh up to them. With that said, yes, you can't make everybody laugh with your joke, even if they do get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my jokes focus more on the intellectual side of the theoretical meaning of being humorous. Rather than attempting to make people laugh, I just want them to enjoy themselves. A good joke is a joke that I understand, not something that will induce the laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I enjoy those jokes in that motivational poster form. I think they're pretty smart, even though I seldom see people laugh from looking at them, even if they understood it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any joke I understand is a good joke, whether people laugh or not. For me, no joke is "lame", only smart and quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people call "lame" jokes "lame" anyway? Is it because they're not funny enough to induce laugher? Is it because of the awkward silence that follows when no one laughs? That's pretty stupid isn't it? Why doesn't anyone look at the play on words that helps make that joke intelligent? Why must they focus on themselves laughing? What is their problem??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people who has or constantly jokes as "lame", your poor understanding of humour and selfishness to make yourself laugh isn't welcomed. Go crack your own jokes then, or crack the ground so it'll swallow you up and die. You know who you are, and you stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-880528878626466903?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/880528878626466903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=880528878626466903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/880528878626466903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/880528878626466903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-2129719251035532712</id><published>2009-11-08T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:29:19.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try again?</title><content type='html'>Once bitten, twice shy. Twice bitten means no more third try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2129719251035532712?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2129719251035532712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=2129719251035532712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2129719251035532712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2129719251035532712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/11/try-again.html' title='Try again?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4738138092785987310</id><published>2009-10-30T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:44:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Grammar</title><content type='html'>I've been noticing how different languages have different grammar but yet people still understand their meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how when you translate an English sentence into Chinese, or from Chinese to English, but keeping all the verbs, adjectives and nouns in the same order as the sentence you are translating, you will get a grammatically wrong sentence in the other language but with the same meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then do people get all these information when the nouns, verbs, etc are jumbled up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get what I mean? Nevermind, not many people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sentence in English with proper English grammar (I know what you're thinking. I came up with the sentence myself and saying it has proper grammar only gives me self praise and yes, I do know what you mean and all but this is my blog, my post and my content. You go think of the same sentence but make it more grammatically correct yourself and when you do, I suggest you have a nice cup of milk with some lead tablets before telling me your drinking experience):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Could you help me get that red shirt that belong to Aunt Julie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the same sentence in English except with Chinese grammar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are either able or unable help me get Aunt's Julie's red shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not much difference there, except maybe the addition of a few words. I had to do it such that it would still sound grammatically correct which hopefully I did succeed in although it's meaning is now slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could help me get Aunt Julie's the red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not really grammatically correct in English but I tried to make it so in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what's happening, just read on. You'll realise what I mean when you speak other languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do people still understand the meaning of the sentence even with the structure mixed up and different from other languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no psychologist or Neurotic Surgeon but I've thought about it for awhile and came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the meaning still stays the same so after hearing the whole sentence, we should all be able to recall what information is in the sentence and derive it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the example above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is saying the sentence in English, here's what comes to mind in order of what we hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you help me get that red shirt that belongs to Aunt Julie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm being asked to do something.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been asked to get something.&lt;br /&gt;-That object I'm supposed to get is red.&lt;br /&gt;-The object is a red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-The object, or red shirt, belongs to an "Aunt". (Many possibilities of the meaning Aunt used here. It will have to depend on the scenario used)&lt;br /&gt;-The red shirt I'm supposed to get belongs to Aunt Julie.&lt;br /&gt;-I can reply with a "Yes" or "No". (This part can be the second or third point, depending on how the individual thinks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've been asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been asked to get something.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been asked to get something from Aunt Julie.&lt;br /&gt;-The object I'm supposed to get from Aunt Julie is red.&lt;br /&gt;-The object is a red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm supposed to get, from Aunt Julie, a red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-I can reply with a "Yes" or "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, overall, the meaning of the sentence is the same. The order in which we process the information in the sentence, however is different. And that's why we can still obtain the same meaning from difference in languages even though they have different grammatical sentence structures, that is, if we actually listen to the whole sentence before concluding our interpretation of the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Night Market.&lt;br /&gt;Malay: Pasar Malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both mean the same thing, except in English, we process the information as something at night first then the event rather than the event and the time it takes place at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many people listen to the whole sentence before processing the information because our brain dedicates a small amount of memory, about a few seconds, to listening to sentences and unless it's a really long sentences, very few would actually care about the order they get the information in, as long as they get the same meaning as what the person telling them wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does this have to do with us normal people who live normal lives who go around chatting all day without noticing these kinda things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4738138092785987310?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4738138092785987310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4738138092785987310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4738138092785987310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Four minutes and she's got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes and she's got me beggin please&lt;br /&gt;Another minute and she shows me somethin new&lt;br /&gt;I need six minutes with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4002023635642710178?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4002023635642710178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4002023635642710178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4002023635642710178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5573320650687588573</id><published>2009-10-20T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:02:44.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Spirit asked me...</title><content type='html'>"Young Christian, why are you sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he does..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5573320650687588573?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7496072903816615777</id><published>2009-10-18T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:18:06.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>Stop twisting my words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7496072903816615777?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7496072903816615777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7496072903816615777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7496072903816615777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7496072903816615777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_18.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-803631757245527175</id><published>2009-10-15T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:26:31.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..?</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so last week, or a few weeks back, I had this topic on my mind and was trying to think of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about vulgar words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are vulgar words vulgar? &lt;br /&gt;Why do they hurt so bad when used against you?&lt;br /&gt;How does a word become vulgar?&lt;br /&gt;Who decides if these words are vulgar or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about these questions since young and it was only until a few weeks ago did it come back to me and a recent blog entry I read on a similar topic by a friend nudged me to be writing what I you will see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are vulgar words vulgar? I don't know. Really. Is it the way they sound? Their meanings? What makes a vulgar word different from another word with the same meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. If two words have the same meaning, why is one of them considered vulgar but the other one not? Maybe the meaning of the word used is sensitive. Then why use them to curse and swear at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a word used has a meaning unique to you, maybe because it triggers something, an emotion of hate, it becomes offensive. Does it mean that it becomes a vulgar word? What makes words vulgar because of their meaning? Many people interpret the meanings differently because of the different instances in our lives that the meaning of the word can apply to. So why are there still profanities that are considered bad by everyone in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many people substitute other words for some common profanities used because they have been told by some that dirty words give you a bad impression. I womder, does it really matter? If constant substitution of a profane word makes you think that you're not really using vulgarities, you may be right, because there are vulgarities considered profane by everyone. However, I doubt it will make you swear lesser, or practice more self control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone tells you not to use profane words, they're very likely to be telling you that using profanities is bad and you should stop because it corrupts your mind and it becomes a habit etc.. If substiting a cleaner word for a swear word does that, why wouldn't people just eliminate the whole swear word thing altogether? You will still swear as much and probably much more than before with the meaning behind each word you use still the same because you're thinking that you aren't swearing but you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that smart people don't swear, because they are able to find substitutes for how they would express themselves. And I think that is true. But what if the vulgarities were there as substitues for a longer sentence or string of words instead? Smart people avoid vulgarities because they know how to go around them and no use them. But what about people who use them? Does that mean they're stupid? Does it mean that vulgarities are there to distinguish smart from stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-803631757245527175?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/803631757245527175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=803631757245527175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/803631757245527175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/803631757245527175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_15.html' title='..?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8875790208755614234</id><published>2009-10-12T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:36:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8875790208755614234?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8875790208755614234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8875790208755614234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8875790208755614234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8875790208755614234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6222554045851083788</id><published>2009-10-05T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:00:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my conscience could talk like a friend..</title><content type='html'>Can't you wake up from all this already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just making yourself sad each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after the exam, you pull that long face and sulk as though you've studied really hard for it but did badly when you didn't even do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how fortunate you are? Your mind? It processes like none other! You're blessed and be glad because many people wish they could be in your shoes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those negative thoughts you're hearing in you. They aren't real. They're just part of your vast imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, you go to sleep with these bad things swirling in your head, like a poisonous concoction of negativity and what do you do? You text your friends. You IM them telling how bad you are, requiring their sympathy and encouragement when you generated these thoughts yourself. What's worse, you know it isn't unintentional. You know they aren't true but you choose to live with fake humility and modesty, making people think that you really are such a loser when you can easily.. and I mean easily.. snap out of these thoughts and look at the bright side. You're cheating people's time, making them feel demoralized and making yourself feel demoralized so they can encourage you and you feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of times, all you do is compare how bad your life is with other people. You talk to them and you tell them the bad side of your life, and you blow it up to make it sound alot worse than it really is. You may be telling the truth but is that what people want to hear? Instead of encouraging others yourself, you make yourself look worse so they feel better about themselves and they say stuff to encourage you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're worse than a PU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6222554045851083788?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6222554045851083788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6222554045851083788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6222554045851083788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6222554045851083788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-my-conscience-could-talk-like-friend.html' title='If my conscience could talk like a friend..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3445569741703056268</id><published>2009-10-01T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:38:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh..</title><content type='html'>"He's scared of you?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's scared of everyone la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moves closer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes a step back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, right.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaaa yesterday..  aahahahahaaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3445569741703056268?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3445569741703056268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3445569741703056268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3445569741703056268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3445569741703056268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh.html' title='Eh..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8073344388118731274</id><published>2009-09-30T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:09:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SssJHwX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSc0s-jAdPQ/s1600-h/Studying+30.9.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SssJHwX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSc0s-jAdPQ/s320/Studying+30.9.09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389411407927589202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rant but it would get personal so I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, for those of you who were with me today, it isn't what you think it is. Or what I think you think it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can ask me if you'd really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 5:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8073344388118731274?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8073344388118731274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8073344388118731274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8073344388118731274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8073344388118731274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SssJHwX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSc0s-jAdPQ/s72-c/Studying+30.9.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8596291654050153975</id><published>2009-09-29T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:23:30.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi</title><content type='html'>I managed to memorize the first 116 digits of Pi within a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for doing so? Well, none actually.&lt;br /&gt;If you've been a consistent reader of this blog, you would've noticed that many of the things I do, I do it for no reason, a style of going a long way for minor and trival goals, hardly anything to brag about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not always the goal that matters. There's a difference between getting muscles through intensive workout sessions and getting it from steroids. The journey counts as well and memorizing pi has some really cool immediate effects like slightly better memory. It's one of the many things you can do that builds your brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have happened to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;Eh&lt;br /&gt;Not much&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Hm..&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Wut?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm having exams this week and the next. What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through each day on very little sleep, around 4-6 hours maximum. I've been studying in school like crazy and whether it has really helped or not I don't know but I still push through. Sadly, most of my efforts are being wasted as I don't seem to be retaining anything that I study. Oh well, bad study is better than none at all. I really need to get out and study with some people. At home or alone, studying would be the last thing on my mind, really. I would rather do nothing than study and it has happened to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back in school one night to study with no one to talk to and for 3, almost 4 hours, I sat there with some papers in front of me. I slept for 20 minutes because I was drowsy and I daydreamed about other stuff for the rest of the time. After the session, the questions I actually did can be counted with your hands. What a waste, just because I was alone. And it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many distractions at home, too many things to think about alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this while on functioning on the little sleep I get every night. My sleep habits are getting really out of hand and even my friend whom I'm only acquainted to has to text me at night to get me to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember studying this hard last year. It's probably the most effort I've ever put into one exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people ask me how I can still survive on little sleep without falling ill or falling asleep in class or lectures and I've got nothing to answer them with. It's really been God. He's been good to me, providing the strength I need to carry on each day and though I may fall asleep at times in school after lessons, I'm very thankful that he wakes me up and makes me continue. Each step I take hurts but it gets me going. It's been working too. I've seen myself praying better and experiencing him more. It's his love that never fails and his strength drives me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8596291654050153975?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8596291654050153975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8596291654050153975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8596291654050153975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8596291654050153975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/09/pi.html' title='Pi'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3745124321625140605</id><published>2009-09-19T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:44:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3745124321625140605?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3745124321625140605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3745124321625140605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3745124321625140605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3745124321625140605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8300749958076606697</id><published>2009-09-07T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:04:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein</title><content type='html'>Did he really fail mathematics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard of Einstein and most of us know how he failed his mathematics test at such a young age but yet was still able to become one of the greatest scientists in the 1900s in the general area of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many teachers use his life story as an encouragement to their younger students, saying that they should not give up on mathematics just because they have failed a few tests in primary school because Einstein did likewise but was still able to become a great contributor to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would have to disagree that their encouragement would be of much help if they had related their student's experiences to what happened to Einstein decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that Einstein was a mathematical genius, only after he became famous in the world of science. However, after much thinking and looking into his biography, I personally believe that he was one of those who discovered and self learned the world around him, and couldn't have possible failed mathematics at a young age for him to become a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then, could he have failed mathematics? Many biographies mention Einstein being a quiet person when he was young, often deep in thought. He rarely spoke and his parents thought he was speech deficient. He was interested in nature and how things work.  He kept to himself and was shy. This is what could've lead to his early failure in his mathematics test. Not because he didn't know how to do the paper but probably because he spent his time thinking of other things that interested him. He could have defiantly left the paper blank to ponder about his interests or wrote his answers without any workings because of his adept mathematical skills. Whatever the case, we will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aged 12, Einstein studied the fundamentals of differentiation. By that, I do not mean differentiation techniques and applications. I mean how differentiation came about and why it is necessary. He knew the derivations of calculus and how it was used. How else, would a child who failed mathematics because he didn't know how to do the questions have accomplished such a feat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do not rule out the possibility of him, or any child for this matter, having a great and sudden boost in mathematics just by intense practice sessions. I'm saying that teachers who want to use an example to encourage their students should not use the example of Einsteins' but instead, of some child who worked hard and got what he achieved and became someone great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end, here's something cool for you to enjoy. No, it's not by me although I do wish to be able to play like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DctCyO-E3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DctCyO-E3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8300749958076606697?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8300749958076606697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8300749958076606697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8300749958076606697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8300749958076606697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/09/einstein.html' title='Einstein'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4838733425068577070</id><published>2009-08-30T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:50:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip up north</title><content type='html'>Today, I went on a trip to Malaysia to gather some data for our project work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the morning and got Tasya's parents to drive us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica leaned on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the Titan Atlas from greek mythology, the person who held the sky up, except I was bearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to find the place we wanted but to our dismay, all they had were bee specimens and products. We wanted to ask them some questions for our data collection but they weren't the people we were expecting to find. All they did was to promote their bee products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a bee farm not far off and saw a guy behind the counter. The area looked the same but it was alot smaller. We threw some questions at him and he gave us some answers. Though little, we though it was helpful enough. He told us there was more ahead if we followed the dirt road and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to this huge plot of land with boxes of bees everywhere and fortunately enough for us, there was an expert in the area. Relieved to find someone we could finally talk to, we started shot our arsenal of questions at him and he gladly responded to each one of them. We also found out that the answers we got from the guy behind the counter from before weren't accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some talking, he proceeded to show us the bees. He opened up the lid of the boxes and took out a jar with wax inside. It was beautiful. The bees were still inside the jar though they were barely moving. He went on to show us the shelved hives. There were 2 layers. The top one was to collect honey while the lower one was to breed the bees. When he took off the top layer, the buzzing got really loud and he calmed the bees with cigarette smoke. That's right, killing 2 birds with one stone and no bees with smoke, he inhaled and blew the smoke into the hive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a rack and shook off the bees. He whipped out his pocket knife and cut away some of the wax and passed a small piece to each of us, letting us try the honey. It was marvelous. After placing back the rack, he examined each rack to try to find the queen but to no avail. He brought us to another hive and did the same. He found it in less time than you can say Benjamin is ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen isn't much bigger than the rest. She looked like she was in a condition worse than having SARS, H1N1, ebola and herpes combined, just staying there moving slowly. The person told us that she was old and they're already breeding the new queens. He took up another rack with the larvae and showed us a part protruding from the honeycomb. He told us that the new queen was inside there. He cut it up and inside was a small shrimp like larvae surrounded in royal jelly. He cut it up even more and let us taste the jelly. It had a mild sour taste like plain yogurt. He threw the rest of the jelly along with the larvae into the nearby bushes. We took out more honeycombs and cut up more larvae queens to show us the jelly. We all protested but he still cut them up telling us that he didn't need that many queens or else they would be fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures and left the area for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared ourselves for the journey home and talked, slept, woke up, slept and didn't get leaned on again, which was good, until shaz and jess pushed me to the side when the car was turning. pfffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4838733425068577070?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4838733425068577070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4838733425068577070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4838733425068577070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4838733425068577070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-up-north.html' title='A trip up north'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6017871130881323582</id><published>2009-08-18T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:33:44.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice and Liking it.</title><content type='html'>What do we mean when we say something is nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we mean when we say we like something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't see saying something is nice and saying we like something is the same. By that, I do not mean that something is nice therefore we like it and we like it because something is nice. I mean that saying something is nice and liking it is different. Don't understand? Here's my 2 cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When saying something is nice, it is being the way it should be almost perfectly. The closer it is to being what it should, the nicer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking, however, depends on the taste of each individual. We like it because it appeals to us and according to the "nice" statement above, this means that something does not have to be nice for us to like it because it says nothing about something appealing to us therefore we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coffee, even though it is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to standards, a nice cup of coffee would be somewhat bitter with a nice texture. The closer it is to this guage, the nicer the coffee is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some people do not like bitter coffee. They prefer it sweet. That way, even though the coffee is nice, they may not like it. And that's how they can like something that isn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people prefer sweet coffee. Sweet coffee deviates from the bitter taste alot, making it not as nice. Some people like it this way, making them like something that isn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you ask, how will one know if something is nice or not? We would've needed a gauge for everything. And who decides whether something should be nice or not? The scale would be very subjective and many objects have their own way of being nice and liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6017871130881323582?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6017871130881323582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6017871130881323582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6017871130881323582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6017871130881323582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-and-liking-it.html' title='Nice and Liking it.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-75509082455688011</id><published>2009-08-14T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:50:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP LES PAUL</title><content type='html'>† R.I.P †&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never forget you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-75509082455688011?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/75509082455688011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=75509082455688011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/75509082455688011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/75509082455688011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-les-paul.html' title='RIP LES PAUL'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7218986983307873548</id><published>2009-08-08T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:47:51.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class(ified)</title><content type='html'>Hehe.. we all decided to have the same centerpart hairstyle. Some of us are just natural. Look at them, they're adorbs. Waiting for the formal shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxnzibNvgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Hjdg0ZvGr7s/s1600-h/CP+boys+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxnzibNvgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Hjdg0ZvGr7s/s320/CP+boys+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278991030730242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxnqOGq54I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RP6Xi_7MxH0/s1600-h/Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxnqOGq54I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RP6Xi_7MxH0/s320/Class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278830957029250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxoMnrklPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MubZVJ6KXXw/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxoMnrklPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MubZVJ6KXXw/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279421938242802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. Well, that depends really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7218986983307873548?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7218986983307873548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7218986983307873548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7218986983307873548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7218986983307873548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/classified.html' title='Class(ified)'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SnxnzibNvgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Hjdg0ZvGr7s/s72-c/CP+boys+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5276266717178166616</id><published>2009-08-04T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:00:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ability that never fails</title><content type='html'>How cool it would be, to have an ability that will never fail, no matter how focused you are on it, independent of situation and not affected by anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been thinking that it would be nice for me to have a skill that only a handful in the people has and everyone's facinated by it. No one knows how it works, not even you. Think it's purely fiction? Think again. Mathematical savants has this weird ability to tell you which day of the week of any given date. Give them a day, a month and a year, and they'll tell you which day of the week it is, instantly. Researchers do not know how they are able to do it. Even the savants themselves aren't aware of it (I'll come back to this later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a normal human to be asked the same question, or even a mathematical genius or supercomputer, thousands of calculations need to be done. Many mathematically gifted average people have admitted to calculation to determine the day of a date. Although almost as fast as the savants themselves and alot faster than the average joe, his ability is still unmatched to the savants'. Under pressure or stress or if distracted, the normal person will have their calculations disrupted. This means a failure  or a slight defect in their ability because they have a chance of miscalculating and providing a wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savants, on the other hand, don't need to perform calculations. They have it on the tip of their fingers. If someone were to casually ask for the day of a given date, the savant, unlike the rest, wouldn't have to stop and think before providing an answer. It would be as natural to them as a greeting. It does not fail under pressure as well, which makes it really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the use of a super ability to know the day of any date? Seems pretty useless isn't it? Again, just like most of the other savant abilities that vary from savant to savant, this one has little applications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned earlier, nobody knows how savants are able to do that. The hypothesis that not even savants themselves know how to do it is only a suspicion from tests and even questioning the savants about their special ability. However, savants are special people and they have many problems and difficulties doing and understanding the simple, everyday tasks we perform every day. Questioning this special ability of theirs may be hard for them to understand and steer them to giving a simple but inconclusive result but perplexes us the most: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this has been happenning all these while. Maybe are just special people with an outstanding mathematical ability to calculate many times faster than a math genius. Or maybe, just maybe, there's something bigger to what we are looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5276266717178166616?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5276266717178166616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5276266717178166616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5276266717178166616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5276266717178166616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/ability-that-never-fails.html' title='An ability that never fails'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6212440848628609456</id><published>2009-08-02T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:59:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RRRIRRRRIIIGHT LANE!!</title><content type='html'>Today was really tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was long and boring and I couldn't wait for it to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went home, I went on skype with some of my classmates and we discussed about the class outing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, later, as in at night. We planned to stay up the whole night until the next day and we can all go for CIP together because the CIP reporting time was very early in the morning. I was talking to Daryl about how we must cramp in as much sleep as we can get and the best time is to rest your eyes while waiting and idling. He didn't believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Daryl and went to cinelesuire, where the others were waiting for us already. Sat down and had a meal and went to watch a movie: The Haunting of Connecticut. We were lauging like crazy at the start. It was cool. We sat at the first row but it was alright. I was sending relay messages during the movie and I got a few texts meself, 2 from the CIP program organisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we checked our reporting time and realised we still had a bit of time and were wondering what to do. We went up and played some pool. Time passed fairly quickly and I was getting lethargic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished, bought some food, split ourselves into groups and went to the reporting venue by taxi. Our drivers were speeding like Chuck Norris on red bull (his own pee) and we almost hit another cab of volunteers in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited until it was time for us to report and collected the shirt and tags etc and split outselves into our post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the others to finish changing etc, we sat at a table together and everyone was drowsy and dying but I was the only one still active and everyone asked me if it was normal for me to be a hype at 4 in the morning. I told them that the sleeping thing work, the one where you just close your eyes whenever you can, like when idling earlier in the night. Actually, it didn't. It barely helped. Oh well, everyone looked like someone's been trying to saw off their heads with a baseball bat and were too tired to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a transition area marshal and our first taskwas to put markers on the transition area. We ushered the participants to their bike stands and helped people transition from the swimming activity to the biking activity safely and correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mohsin were told to go across the bridge to make sure the people were going across correctly. Both of us were encouraging them not to stop at the same time telling them to keep on the right lane. As things heated up and more time passed, we thought of various ways to say "Right lane" to the participants. It was really funny. Some of the runners even responded which made it even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a break and I wanted to get a drink so I went down the ramp and wanted to cross the track but a volunteer manager saw me walking and asked if I was supposed to be there and I said yes and she made me stand at the side of the road telling people not to cross .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for awhile and when no one was looking, crossed, get a drink from the drink station and crossed back. No one noticed, or rather, pretended not to notice. WWHEEEEOOWHEEEOOWHEEOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued doing the "Right lane" thing after lunch and after the last event, had to go and paste some markers on the bicycle collection rack for the second event the next day. They decided to give us an extra $5 of allowance for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwnt you guys cause the rest only got $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the nearby food village after that and had a meal. (I just realised 3 minutes ago that the food village was actually the hawker center everyone was referring to, especially the taxi driver. I was looking for something else and thought it was probably further down since I didn't see any.) Mohsin asked me how long I've not slept for and I told him 36 hours and he said he hadn't slept for 36 hours too and it was his first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for FOP after that. I was stoned. I really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's 42 hours without sleep. Any more and I would be seeing the Haunting of Connecticut everywehre I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6212440848628609456?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6212440848628609456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6212440848628609456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6212440848628609456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6212440848628609456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/08/rrrirrrriiight-lane.html' title='RRRIRRRRIIIGHT LANE!!'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1282010575745219389</id><published>2009-07-21T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:02:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win</title><content type='html'>AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night, I dreamed that I was going to date this girl I've known for 5 years. I went through all the preparations and got dressed and was finally ready. I reached for the door and just as I was about to leave the house, my alarm went off and I had to wake up for school. I can't date people. Even my dream forbids me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1282010575745219389?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1282010575745219389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1282010575745219389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1282010575745219389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1282010575745219389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/win.html' title='Win'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5949131276052671264</id><published>2009-07-21T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:45:53.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate thinking.</title><content type='html'>If you're someone like me, understanding what people are trying to say may not be difficult. However, saying something so that other people will understand so they can understand may be abit of a problem, especially if you constantly think that an alternate thinker like myself is going to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate thinking, in a nutshell, simply means thinking differently from other people. Can be anything. Deciphering what other people mean, doing things differently, seeing different perspectives. For me, this concept is still new and I'm trying to practice more of it and eventually get into higher levels. Meaning open up more things that involve alternate thinking rather than just obtaining different meaning from sentences from logic via the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate thinking in sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, you'll realise that everything people say have some flaws in it and the meaning you get may not be the meaning they want to get across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I find it hard to express the things I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Chuck Norris can weld titanium when he pees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think the person is trying to say (what the average person interprets the sentence as): Chuck Norris' urine can weld titanium when he takes a piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I get from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck Norris can weld titanium when he pees.&lt;br /&gt;He cannot do it once he's done.&lt;br /&gt;It does not neccessarily mean his urine can wield titanium.&lt;br /&gt;He can probably only use a blowtorch when he pisses.&lt;br /&gt;The blowtorch doesn't work when he stops peeing.&lt;br /&gt;He can't weld other metals.&lt;br /&gt;His urine may be the one that's welding the titanium.&lt;br /&gt;His urine only welds titanium when he pisses it out.&lt;br /&gt;His urine cannot weld titanium when he does not piss it out.&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why it is difficult for me to form sentences so that people may understand, because I fear of another alternate thinker that may come along and read what I'm writing and doesn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to form a sentence that means the same for everyone, it would be very difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want my sentence to mean:&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris pees urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His urine can weld metals only when he pees it out.&lt;br /&gt;His urine cannot weld metals if he doesn't pee it out.&lt;br /&gt;He cannot weld titanium after he is done.&lt;br /&gt;It is his pee that weld the metals and not him using some blowtorch or external device to weld the metal when he pees.&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that you cannot be specific enough with only one sentence. The more the person thinks, the more sentences is required. The more sentences there are, the more the person thinks. Hence, it's a never ending cycle. And it is true. If you practice some alternate thinking yourself, you'll see that the sentences in bold above can be broken down into all the different meanings too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we're only specific in certain areas already tell us that we expect people to know what is going to happen and what they mean because of experience and the flow of events that we rationalise. However, experience does not teach us everything and events can change and stop happenning in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our intuition can give way and rationalising with the wrong intuition only makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this leaves you with some fun. If you're confused or anything, you can ask me or you can just continue thinking. Just make sure it doesn't mess up the way to interpret sentences like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the sentence that I've come up with that has all the bolded meanings listed above inside? I don't know. I'm just glad the vast majority of the people out there aren't alternate thinkers too so I don't have to worry about them not getting what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5949131276052671264?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5949131276052671264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5949131276052671264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5949131276052671264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5949131276052671264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/alternate-thinking.html' title='Alternate thinking.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1376897212131982949</id><published>2009-07-17T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:15:11.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a friend to share my thoughts with today</title><content type='html'>and it made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1376897212131982949?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1376897212131982949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1376897212131982949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1376897212131982949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1376897212131982949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-friend-to-share-my-thoughts-with.html' title='I had a friend to share my thoughts with today'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8473068818121990436</id><published>2009-07-16T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:13:32.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun rose today.</title><content type='html'>It made my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8473068818121990436?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8473068818121990436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8473068818121990436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8473068818121990436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8473068818121990436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-rose-today.html' title='The sun rose today.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-900982877122822506</id><published>2009-07-14T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:26:05.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I need some. Looks like this is going to be another bad week. The past few days have been rather demotivating and today too. With no mood to do anything, with no intention to achieve, all I can do is go through my normal routines and see where it brings me. I've been trying to learn a new song but since yesterday, I stopped continuing, when I'm not even halfway done with it. I set my mind to focus, it gives up. I try to think of something and figure out answers to stuff I've been wondering about, my attention turns elsewhere midway. It feels like I no longer have a reason to continue living, like I'm wasting people's money and time to support me. I just hope it wouldn't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that I gave up halfway but hopefully intend to continue soon:&lt;br /&gt;-Right hand writing&lt;br /&gt;-Wondering if someone can swtich emotions back and forth rapidly (not mood swings)&lt;br /&gt;-Planning my conversations&lt;br /&gt;-Save some money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry paper was a tough blow on my morale and after thinking it, I wonder if it's really worth. Then again, it probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn and I learn from my mistakes. Making mistakes is a good way to learn. However, learning just isn't enough. You have to know and derive further. Hopefully I'll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I just got a RocketDock with some addons and etc and it's been really fun playing and configuring it. I think it's a beauty. If you want one of these, you can go to the rocketdock website at www.rocketdock.com and download your own, add your applications and set it to your preferrence. It's really simple to use too but if you do need help, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sltccogm5bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ElEMcl01vOY/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sltccogm5bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ElEMcl01vOY/s320/desktop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977828667614642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I got a Firefox wallpaper but use Internet Explorer instead. &lt;br /&gt;(That's right haters, flame me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-900982877122822506?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/900982877122822506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=900982877122822506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/900982877122822506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/900982877122822506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sltccogm5bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ElEMcl01vOY/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4474216573703183902</id><published>2009-07-11T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:13:46.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid week</title><content type='html'>This week has been a really bad one for me personally. Not because of all the post exam activities and such but because of all the things that've been going wrong since the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many to list and I doubt I can even remember most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the minor things that go wrong work me up. And I don't know why. It seems that loads of bad luck has fallen upon me. As an unbeliever in luck, I have no other way of explaining this. Everywhere I go, everything I do, something must go wrong. It just adds up to an immense pressure. It's like someone just wished a whole load of curses on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be assuming too much, or jumping to conclusions but whatever it is, it stinks. I don't know what I want now. I wanted a day off. Which I got earlier this week, and something stupid happened and messed up everything, even on a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now the good things don't make life good. It just makes it comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4474216573703183902?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4474216573703183902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4474216573703183902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4474216573703183902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4474216573703183902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-week.html' title='Stupid week'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-62241686184325841</id><published>2009-07-06T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:13:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demotivationals.</title><content type='html'>I'm almost reaching my 1-year. I think in about a week or so. 10 days away probably. And I've not done anything. Guess I need to start filming some stuff soon. Then again, there's no one to edit so I probably won't be filming a 1 year solo haaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of ambiguous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SlD6QnNJ_RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7tPHp7cA71w/s1600-h/Motivational+posters+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SlD6QnNJ_RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7tPHp7cA71w/s320/Motivational+posters+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355055120252534034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-62241686184325841?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/62241686184325841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=62241686184325841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/62241686184325841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/62241686184325841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/demotivationals.html' title='Demotivationals.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SlD6QnNJ_RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7tPHp7cA71w/s72-c/Motivational+posters+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4213740874770373267</id><published>2009-07-02T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:21:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SkzY1Ob9kII/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZEZIB8vmhGk/s1600-h/Sigma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SkzY1Ob9kII/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZEZIB8vmhGk/s320/Sigma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353892465956720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all know what this symbol stands for: summation. But do we really know what it is called? I've seen many people call this wrongly. Most people call this wrongly. In Secondary school maths, many teachers call this summation. Some don't even know what it is called and just tell us that it is the symbol for summation lol. All that is wrong. This symbol, that we are all so familiar with, is called Sigma. Yes, Sigma. And it bothers me to see everyone calling this "the summation symbol" or "summation". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the first time I told people this everyone was arguing. No one believed me. Why? Their reason was because it's used to represent summation. Honestly, I don't see anything wrong with their reasoning. Their reasoning agrees with me but their opinions contradict me. Sure, all of us use it to represent summation but the symbol is called Sigma. It's just like how we use symbols to represent other stuff like s for displacement. We don't call s displacement. It'll be weird. It's like, hey what do you call this symbol "s"? (assuming you dont know how S sounds like or is pronounced) And someone responds by saying it's displacement. Weird isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I referred to Sigma as sigma got me some weird responses as well. Like people saying, whoa, how come you use such profound terms like sigma and stuff? Like it's some really high end clever thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a greek alphabet in it's upper case and it carries the "s" sound. There are 2 other versions of Sigma. The lowercase Sigma and the Lunate Sigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess nobody would care so call it summation all you want. I'll stick with Sigma. And if you want to argue, I'll be ready, anytime. (Even at 4am in the morning, carried away by a moonlight shadow) You'll just make yourself look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4213740874770373267?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4213740874770373267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4213740874770373267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4213740874770373267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4213740874770373267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SkzY1Ob9kII/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZEZIB8vmhGk/s72-c/Sigma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1787693507973565582</id><published>2009-06-28T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:52:15.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa..</title><content type='html'>Haha I just came back not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From alot of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went to attend a gathering at City hall. Quite small. Alot of innuendos and MJ jokes though. Went to suntec city after that and looked around. Saw people having a Rubix cube gathering and a yo yo showcase at a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to vivo city and met up with Clement. Haven't met him in awhile. We were supposed to catch a movie there but it was all sold out so we went to Plaza Singapura instead. The earliest show that had aseats available for 2 started at 2140 and we had about 2 hours to kill so we went to have a meal. It was a good dinner. Show started and ended at 0030. Yeah, it lasted that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out and all the exits were locked and we thought we were stuck inside the shopping center and everything is going to come alive like the instruments and the lego figurines and all but before that could happen, we found an exit. Original plan was to take a train back but there were no train services so we decided to walk instead. In the end, just before we were about to start we found a bus stop that had buses to Clementi so we took a bus there instead. Went for a drink at a nearby Kopitiam and walked abit to the nearest playground and did some pullups. After that, we shared a cab home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1787693507973565582?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1787693507973565582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1787693507973565582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1787693507973565582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1787693507973565582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoa.html' title='Whoa..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7849414648013093424</id><published>2009-06-25T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:56:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a waste..</title><content type='html'>Ok today, I was looking for something to eat and went inside Mcdonalds. I looked and they still had that cup offer thing going on so I decided i would buy something and upsize my meal so I would get the last grey cup left to complete my collection. My excitement grew when I saw the guy in front of me getting the grey cup so I thought I was going to get one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn came, I ordered, upsized and got a cup. A purple cup. Like wut, I already have 4 of that. This makes 5. I went back and ate quietly in a corner. I feel so cheated that they put "Today's Offer" on the grey cup only to give me something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upsized for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they cheat me?!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7849414648013093424?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7849414648013093424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7849414648013093424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7849414648013093424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7849414648013093424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-waste.html' title='What a waste..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6899960335556039611</id><published>2009-06-17T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:42:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I what..?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to check out the other songs by The Lonely Island. Nice parody. Weird faces too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie-Lynn Sigler is v-pretty though. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, lets see what I've been up to. Hm.. Nothing really. LOL. There's nothing much to do here. Eat, sleep, play with my iPod. Food is nice. I've been eating more than usual which is bad. Hopefully Pangkor Laut will be much more fun, though I'm not particularly looking forward to it. This holiday hasn't been an enjoyable one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thing I've been thinking about though. what are some of the fastest things on earth? Events that can happen within the smallest fraction of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hummingbird, which can hover like a helicopter and fly backwards or sideways, flaps it's wings 12-90 per second. Very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even faster are the bones in our ears. The 3 bones, called the stirrup, anvil and hammer, can vibrate up to 20,000 times a second. Very nice and to think that they've been doing so very second of our lives that we're hearing. Our brain is pretty quick on hearing too, being able to differentiate sounds that are 100,00th of a second apart. Well done indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it up many notches higher is the number of oscillations a Caesium-133 atom makes. Used in atomic clocks, they vibrate at 9,192,631,770 times per second. A computer counts the number of oscillations made and counts 1 second on the clock. This is a very accurate way of measuring time because patterns in nature hardly disrupt themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the event that can happen in the shortest amount of time that I know (there may be other things can happen in even lesser time and I'm not surprised if they are. This is only what I know) is the existence of the Higgs Boson that is going to be created by either the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) or Fermilab. This vital particle is essential because if it isn't found, every physics book written in the past 50 years needs serious revising. Lasting for only a billionth of a billionth of a millionth of a second after it has been formed in the particle accelerator, this "God Particle" is detected by what it decomposes into. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just what I know. There are loads of other things that can fit between a hummingbird and a caesium atom's oscillations but just to cut them short, I only picked these few. Again, these is only to my knowledge and there are probably other things that can happen in wayy lesser time that a Higgs Boson can exist here. And I wouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6899960335556039611?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6899960335556039611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6899960335556039611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6899960335556039611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6899960335556039611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-what.html' title='I what..?!'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-2735111610016492750</id><published>2009-06-10T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:48:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it blows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa yesterday and climbed a tree a few times. Got some scars, burns and scratches on the way down. After that, I went into the sea to play. &lt;-- WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. If that didn't sting the wounds I don't know what did. After that, I went to tan. Yes, tan. I would be like WHOA now if I wasn't Tan the last 17 years of my life. Really, I've been Tan all my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Whoa how come you're so tan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um.. I've been tan for the last 17 years of existence.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's in my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi I'm Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yeah, I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Me: From my nametag?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: No, from your skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as it did when I came home last night. I was taking a bathe and I really wanted to yell. Not in pain but because I thought it would sound cool. But yeah, it did hurt alot last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked. Im sick now. Stupid migraine. At least the cuts don't hurt anymore, which is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si_VoqYZSwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tbz6zmM1exA/s1600-h/consistency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si_VoqYZSwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tbz6zmM1exA/s320/consistency.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345726177260161794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2735111610016492750?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2735111610016492750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=2735111610016492750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2735111610016492750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2735111610016492750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si_VoqYZSwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tbz6zmM1exA/s72-c/consistency.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-2912575689709453113</id><published>2009-06-09T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:26:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si1Xyl2vcZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EuSjDmRRah4/s1600-h/Professor+Oak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si1Xyl2vcZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EuSjDmRRah4/s320/Professor+Oak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345024859425436050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's good not to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-2912575689709453113?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/2912575689709453113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=2912575689709453113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2912575689709453113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/2912575689709453113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/06/wha.html' title='Wha..?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Si1Xyl2vcZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EuSjDmRRah4/s72-c/Professor+Oak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7616911611451038490</id><published>2009-05-13T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:50:08.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the trance coming.</title><content type='html'>Mild trance that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found another nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrw58axTOy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrw58axTOy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I don't like about this song is the bridge where the music changes and it starts to suck.. for that little while but it's nice again after that. Wow.. I should talk more for my 2 cents worth. After all, it's 2 cents. Then again, it's only 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never guess what happened today, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you to guess so stop sitting there like a dead duck waiting for the answer. C'mon, I'll give you 3 tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, you guessed wrongly, guess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong again. Last try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. See? Told you you won't guess correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was walking home, this young girl of about 4-7 years old was walking behind me and she walked up beside me and asked if I was carrying a violin or guitar. I was looking at the ground while I was walking and I turn and I was looking at this child half my size with a tennis racket lol.. and I replied softly saying it was a guitar. And then she went on to talk about how she has a guitar at home but it isn't tuned and everything and after that she asked me if it was my personal guitar and if I went to 'guitar school' and she said that usually guitar schools let their students borrow a guitar home to practice with and I listened and nodded but I couldn't find myself saying anything cause I was too shy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wut.. even a small girl whom I've never met before can come up and talk to me with confidence that I don't even have when asking strangers for directions. Guess I need to be less shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've realised something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times when people are talking to me I usually say something and correct them and it offends them and they start arguing about how they're correct and after awhile their oral fatigue sets in and I "talk them into submission" and after they have nothing to say they start saying stupid stuff like I'm full of random crap. However, things change when they're in need of opinion or ideas and they actually want me to talk and speak my mind when I don't want to and to make me speak, they say things like I'm full of ideas and facts and I have the most insightful ideas and all those rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I don't mind them saying my thoughts are full of crap or my ideas are good and my opinion matters to get me to think or to shut me up, I do want people to make up their mind. Which one am I? Honestly, I think I'm full of random stuff, whether useful or not I cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo fades until it's an undescribably murmur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone replies)&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;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is where you hear the reply and jump back in fear and run back to your comfy blanky and hide under the sheets on your bed cause you're scared of what's below it, which is what alot of people do..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7616911611451038490?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7616911611451038490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7616911611451038490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7616911611451038490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7616911611451038490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-trance-coming.html' title='Keep the trance coming.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8932248025023773120</id><published>2009-05-11T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:47:25.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My walk, with me.</title><content type='html'>I went for another walk today. It required alot less planning than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Details of walk hidden for reasons I've yet to think of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to meet Melissa at Yishun. Unknownlingly, I walked from Yishun Station to Yishun JC lol. It was just a random pick of direction but I memorised which way I went in case I got lost and had to find my way back. It went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.. yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8932248025023773120?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8932248025023773120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8932248025023773120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8932248025023773120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8932248025023773120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-walk-with-me.html' title='My walk, with me.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-855003608598308775</id><published>2009-05-11T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:43:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see.. See what? Just C..</title><content type='html'>Today was boring.. No wait, not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went for tuition until the afternoon. It lasted for a looooonnnnnnng time and I was tired at the end of it. Went home and fell asleep after that when I was supposed to read my book lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went for make-up cell group at Bukit Gombat 'cause I couldn't make it for the event on friday and I met alot of new people. That was on Saturday. On Sunday, I went for tuition and found out that a girl who was attending the same cell group meeting as I was the day before is in the same tuition class as me. (Synthesis &amp; Transformation practices in Primary school helped me write this sentence correctly LOLOLOL) Then again, she probably made the most impression on me during the introduction cause she's the only other person there from a JC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday when I saw her I was like.. Weren't you in cell group yesterday? And she went.. You're in the same church as me right? And I said yes and we never talked after that even though we sat beside each other XDXDXDXDXDXXLILLOLJNHBSDLCERTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Creates mental note to self: Be less shy, even if it isn't your nature to talk to someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Replies to mental note: OK sure.. No wait, who wrote this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It stands for Post Script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I wonder what P.S.S stands for. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.S. You know, I think i'll be different and increase the Ps and not the Ss like everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S Notice how I added another P and reduced an S? (Think straight, warped minded people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Oh yes I like how the Ps increase and the S remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll go for a walk tomorrow and meet Melissa too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here's something for you guys to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SgcPeOdYKlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XKHqjiy4o3w/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&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/_mkoH8a-6284/SgcPeOdYKlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XKHqjiy4o3w/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334249295595448914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Star Trek yesterday. Am happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-855003608598308775?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/855003608598308775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=855003608598308775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/855003608598308775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/855003608598308775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-see-see-what-just-c.html' title='Let&apos;s see.. See what? Just C..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/SgcPeOdYKlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XKHqjiy4o3w/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8155854125938304081</id><published>2009-05-10T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:44:28.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My goal.</title><content type='html'>Today was long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea sure it may still be 86,400 seconds in astronomical terms but time is relative, physically and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for cell group in the morning and went for service after that. It was cool. Once the service ended, I went for dinner with the others and watched Star Trek the movie after that. It was awesome and nice and good. (If you think it sucks, no the movie doesnt suck. It can't drink through a straw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about the things that have happened to me the past few weeks and they're affecting what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post, you'll get to see what I want I'm aiming for academically and how certain thoughts have crossed my mind that may be a factor in reaching my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal academically and in my career is to become a Theoretical Physicist, people like Stephen Hawking, Einstein and Michio Kaku. You may not have heard of the last name but I see him alot in the media and I've decided I'm going to aim to do what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, to reach get into theoretical physics, I need to first get a degree in pure physics and eventually branch out from there. This may seem like a direct route from what I'm doing now cause it is but that isn't the point. After sharing that I want to go into pure science in University, many have told me that it is going to be very hard to find a job. Unlike other degrees like engineering and the general degrees that can give you a job as a civil servant, the only job options I see with a degree holder in pure science is being a teacher or a researcher. I discarded the though of being a teacher and stretched out for being a researcher instead. After all, it would be a waste to get very far into theoretical and not do anything much. Then again, theoretical does not allow you to do anything much. Many people who decide to go into science at a University level decide to go into applied science because it gives them a better job opportunity at the end, like what Melissa did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered being a teacher but after thinking for awhile, I decide not to. After looking at some of the teachers in school and some of the other students in my school, I realised that it isn't quite my cup of tea to handle people like them or teach. After all, I don't want to have aquired a wealth of knowledge only to pass on to other people without first making use of the knowledge. You may think I'm being selfish of what I know but I cannot change your opinion on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past few weeks, I've seen alot of things in my life hinting for me to become a teacher, like how I would like to go back and help people in my previous schools and teach them science and how I like to help people. Maybe I should become a teacher, but I wouldn't enjoy it much. I have no passion for teaching even though I sometime help my friends who are in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be known as a person who thinks differently from others and look at situations from another perspective, one that people hardly notices unless someone mentions them and it all makes sense. I may have or may not have achieved that because I cannot tell how other people think and compare them with mine unless everyone starts sharing their opinions. I think that being able to tink differently from other people is essential in theoretical physics, where most of the theories are idealistic but make a whole lot of sense. It has to be logical, of course and I think I'm logical. I reason alot. That may not be much but it gets me thinking and that's all I need at the moment. I want to be someone who people knows who to come to if they want an opinion from a different perspective that people can hardly see but all I get is people calling me weird or mad or crazy or talking rubbish when I say something totally opposite of how they look at things, just because it's different from how majority of the people have the same opinion as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad really. No one wants to hear me speak cause all I say are things different from everyone and they get insulted or angry. Personally, it doesn't bother me if people have differing opinions. I think it's good to have differing opinions so everyone can see the full picture. What I don't like however, is people critising the things I do without a reason that I can't challenge back or without them hearing what I have to say about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Watch for abrupt end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8155854125938304081?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8155854125938304081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8155854125938304081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8155854125938304081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8155854125938304081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-goal.html' title='My goal.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-7070509381959501831</id><published>2009-05-02T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:48:37.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>womenz</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted. And now I present you with another post on the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sfsnw3JbTGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OkjAUqilaGg/s1600-h/Women_Explained_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sfsnw3JbTGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OkjAUqilaGg/s400/Women_Explained_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330898304313805922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-7070509381959501831?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/7070509381959501831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=7070509381959501831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7070509381959501831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/7070509381959501831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/05/womenz.html' title='womenz'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mkoH8a-6284/Sfsnw3JbTGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OkjAUqilaGg/s72-c/Women_Explained_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3761877980241415299</id><published>2009-04-10T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:29:51.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm searching for your signs.</title><content type='html'>Am i really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqxCYEE6Hh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqxCYEE6Hh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the person posted the video or something to make up lol.. and not just so people can enjoy the song. I mean.. the forgive me at the end? The song is nice it's another song where you wouldn't expect the artist to be Groove coverage. No wait, it does sound like groove coverage after listening to far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, there was a station near the grandstand where students were supposed to swop their old EZ-link cards for the new and improved.. ULTRA COOL Cepas Card at an extremely low price of $0.00! (tax included). Also comes with free money transfer from your previous card to the current one and you get to keep the same picture on the new card too..WITH NO EXTRA COST! Now what a deal! Quick! Come up and get yours today! With the new features, you can remember how stupid (in my case awesome) you looked 2-6 years ago, rant about how ugly the new card design is to your friend, complain that the card's 'cepas' but no longer 'EZ', that you got a different texture on your card and last of all, get rid of your old card too! Again, all at the cost of $0.00! so hurry! Go down to the area beside the grandstand and get yours today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But me, being me, who likes to be me, screws up systems. And when I saw that you had to go to another area for your money to be transferred to from the old card to the new one and how they would take your old one, I had a thought. That I can actually keep 2 cards. I just didn't have to go to the table to activate the new one and get my old one confiscated cause the older one looks nice. So here's what I did. I took the card and um.. went of for recess after that. Yeah. XD. Really. And then I asked what possible things could happen if I didn't activate the new card and they said that the old one's going to expire and if I won't be able to use the new one without activating it first. So after school, I tried to increase it's value. Unfortunately, the machine said that the card needed to be activated. Which blows/sucks/blows/sucks/argh-whatever/blows/sucks/blows/sucks cause then I'll have to bring back the card to school tomorrow and get them to activate it and then lose my current one. But, me, being me, went to ask the people behind the passenger service counter if they could activate the card for me and they said they could. And they didn't even ask me for my current one, which is a good thing cause now I get 2 working cards. I AM WIN. pwnt the people who follow rules and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End of huge chunk of text. If you're afraid of huge chunks of texts, you're in luck cause I have a summary of what I just said below. &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;v&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;v&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;v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;..Jaykay (jk/just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Go move your lazy bum and read the text you lazy fellow. C'mon. You've already scrolled all the way down here. Can't be that bad to scroll back up and read the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3761877980241415299?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3761877980241415299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3761877980241415299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3761877980241415299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3761877980241415299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-searching-for-your-signs.html' title='I&apos;m searching for your signs.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1414861642185595419</id><published>2009-04-02T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:33:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My bird &gt; Joshua's bird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;My bird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fjbirds.org/bbs/attachments/month_0802/20080225_a4a7161b051146c7f4b2n65NvcFF9bKJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.fjbirds.org/bbs/attachments/month_0802/20080225_a4a7161b051146c7f4b2n65NvcFF9bKJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's bird: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/87/235808613_8579d740d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/87/235808613_8579d740d4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAI MANG HES BERD LUKS WAI KOOLAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1414861642185595419?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1414861642185595419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1414861642185595419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1414861642185595419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1414861642185595419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bird.html' title='My bird..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/87/235808613_8579d740d4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-337750262117721907</id><published>2009-03-28T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:15:53.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLWUT</title><content type='html'>I was looking through the forums and I saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/markYzjmVoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/markYzjmVoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video results to a competition I took part in awhile ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to win anything but I got award for Best Noob and Best Spammer LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLLL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWwOWOWOWOWOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the opposite of Ellusion67 in the video. But there were alot of awesome combos. Jamie Enns' style is insanely impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat was nice too. Made everyone lul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed, the name of the video is called UFOBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is UFOBO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's UPSB's First Official Battle Orgy. What a name. It's a one round all out battle with an unlimited number of participants. Various awards were given too instead of rankings. This time, we had 21 particiants and lots of awards as you can see in the video. Very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed.. the song used is that same as the Odd Locations' 1st collab. Did anyone notice the monkeys in the beginning? XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-337750262117721907?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/337750262117721907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=337750262117721907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/337750262117721907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/337750262117721907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/lolwut.html' title='LOLWUT'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-8550075675955557998</id><published>2009-03-20T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:07:40.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAfEEOmNmNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAfEEOmNmNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love trance or mild techno, that song's a must listen. It's nice except for the last 5-10 seconds which bothers me abit. Other than that, the song's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went to GP this morning and then went home and then went to church for some event. I think that's all I did. Not much details cause there's nothing to post about and nothing much happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking of some stuff that crossed my mind. It's kinda old but recently it got back to me somehow. Read on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Content list to help you understand:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The explaination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Application (Why this problem does not affect us - Stupid issue. No one cares.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've been drinking alot of bubble tea and other stuff from bubble tea stalls. And as you know, they usually give you pearls by default. Like they give them to you even when you don't ask for it. You have to tell them you don't want pearls or they'll give it to you. Sometimes, however, they do ask if you want them. Normal pearls are given at no extra cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I prefer the drink without pearls cause after all, they're just starch, much like those you get in rice. It can get pretty annoying too if you're thirsty and getting a drink and you suck up a pearl and you have to chew it all the way and you can't think of drinking without thinking of having to adjust the straw first. Personally, I only get pearls when I'm having the milk tea. Otherwise, I just find them a bother to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's what I've been thinking about. (I know, long background intro but that's just me. So deal with it.) Pearls are usually given at no extra cost right? And assuming that you really love pearls.. are the pearls really free or is it just more worth getting them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds weird? Don't understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Explaination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pearls take up volume too and by eliminating the pearls from your drink, you could (theoretically) put more volume of drink inside but the amount of drink equavalent to the volume of space the pearls take up is very small and can be drunk in like.. a few seconds. Since pearls are given at no extra cost, you substitute this small amount of drink for your pearls. And they're therefore free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, you love the pearls and you're willing to pay more for them to be added in and you don't mind substituting this small amount of drink just for some pearls. And since they're given without charging you extra, it's therefore worth your money to get them with pearls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Application - Stupid issue. No one cares.. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK by now you must be thinking: Who would think of such a thing? Will such an issue affect us? Why would anyone care? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answers:&lt;br /&gt;-I thought up the problem.&lt;br /&gt;-No not really. I'll come to that later.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't think anyone would really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked many people and they've all given me a variety of answers. Some say that the pearls are free while others say it's better to buy with the pearls. Of course, it may sound stupid and almost the same but when you bother to think very hard, they aren't. Answers will vary probably because of the different logical perceptions people have and by reading this far, I think you too, would have an opinion and a backing argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why should such an issue affect us? I mean, are they cheating our money? Are pearls worth nothing? No. From what I've seen, the people who make these bubble tea do not fill the cup to the brim. Thus, you already have less drink even before they put the pearls in. If they put the pearls in, the drink isn't going to overflow so no drink is lost and you've already been shortchanged.. but by an amount so small, you'll barely notice the difference. Secondly, the volume the pearl takes up is kinda small too so I doubt it makes much of a difference really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why should anyone care about this reason? They shouldn't. since it doesn't affect them much. It's just a thought that I had.. and if you don't know by now, I think differently from most people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-8550075675955557998?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/8550075675955557998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=8550075675955557998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8550075675955557998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/8550075675955557998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/hm.html' title='Hm..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1889228685641567279</id><published>2009-03-17T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:28:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unhappy homosapien</title><content type='html'>hm.. homosapien.. is there a hetrosapien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there comes a time in a person's life where he/she will have to blog about a girl. Yes. A boy will have to blog about a girl and and a girl will have to blog about a girl too. Only exception is if they don't have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. unfortunately.. the time has past (see earlier post for lulz) so I no longer need to post about a girl. But I will.. cause she's mean and angry and (in a tone of a 7 year-old kid) I hate angrrffy gurls.. they're mean. and they bully people. Just like sally.. who stuck her tongue out at me just cause I looked at her like how my dad looks at my mom.. (/end of rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so recently Amanda started talking to me again.. after she got the answer to the quesion on my personal statement on msn wrong. (It's not that hard.. I mean.. even I got it right.) And being the nice guy that I am, corrected her. And then we started talking and things happened &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ITS NOT LOVE SO STOP YOUR MINDS ROLLING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. IT'S RELATED TO THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT IN CHAOS THEORY) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile, I went off to play solitaire. And um.. as you can see from the previous post (and if you noticed the time difference between this post and the one before) you'll realise that it was only last night. Just minutes ago, I published the previous post from the bottom and she wasn't happy. Yes that's right. She wasn't happy. It's not my job to please her anyway so looks like she's got to find her own happiness. BUT, being the nice guy that I am. I tried to make things even. I asked for 3 things about her and now, I shall rant about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Rant start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She likes movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WUT.. MOVIES?! um.. I don't really have much to say about them.. I love movies too. (ARGH she got me there..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She hates Speghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEGHETTI!?! YOU'RE IN SINGAPORE.. YOU ONLY GET SPEGHETTI HERE.. THIS AIN'T ITALY WHERE YOU GET ALL SORTS OF WEIRD FUNNY LOOKING RIBBON PASTA (um.. sorry I just forgot the names).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hate bolognaise and cabonara too?!?! Bolognaise is the best pasta sauce ever!!! Carbonara is the second best! How can you hate both?!?! I mean.. it's like.. um.. er.. ugh.. I can't think of what it's like. (I hate tyo say but she got me there again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She likes TV whEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TV?!?!? ARE YOU SOME KIND OF COUCH POTATO?!?!? I mean.. look at potatoman.. that's what you turn into if you watch too much TV. They don't even teach you good stuff on TV like.. look at Pokemon for example.. I thought the pokeball my mom gave me when I was young had some sort of pikachu inside and i threw it on the ground like in the TV and it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whEEEEEEEEE... it's just.. you know.. um.. irritating.. no wait, it's not irritating. It's annoying.. no it's not annoying either.. it's.. it's.. Oh snap I can't think of that word.. what's the word? (She had me there again.. sigh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this goes to show you little kiddies something.. Michael Jackson is evil. Stay away from him little kids. And run to papa.. cause he loves you so. Go on. Run to him. He's not a Michael Jackson in disguise. Honest! He isn't! or is he..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1889228685641567279?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1889228685641567279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1889228685641567279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1889228685641567279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1889228685641567279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/unhappy-homosapien.html' title='An unhappy homosapien'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5409043673204158330</id><published>2009-03-17T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:32:58.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal life..</title><content type='html'>Though now not that personal cause it's here.. for all to see.. if you want to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. personal life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing lately.. nothing much. Just going out alone I guess. Staying at home makes me tired and bored.. really lol. Walking is best. You know.. just go out, walk around... No money needed. All you need is time.. which is plentiful when you have holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, LOL, lawl, lolz, lawlz, lul, lulz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets take a look at my life since my birth till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ means a major/significant/life changing/exciting event took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- means nothing took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..  only 2 ~s? Interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. The first ~ was when I was born. Oh yeah.. totally life changing. For those who loveme/like me, here I am. For those who hate me, too bad. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second ~? Hm.. I've been thinking hard for an explaination to why the model had another ~. It was all normal until the end. But.. after many long long long seconds of thinking, I realise it was last night's solitaire session.. where I played like.. countless games and only won 1. Like wut.. I looked at the statistics and I took 5 minutes to finish the game and I looked at the average timing for everyone who plays solitaire on that site and it's 31 seconds?!?!??!?!?!?! Like wowowowow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire is fun. I don't know why people don't learn how to play it.. or only play it when their bored.. Am I the only one who doesnt see this as torture? I mean.. I would totally love it if I was made to play solitaire all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(This is where you wonder how the topic shifts from my personal life to solitaire/klondike. If you're not wondering, good. we're in the same boat. Cause I'm not wondering either. Now to sink the boat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5409043673204158330?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5409043673204158330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5409043673204158330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5409043673204158330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5409043673204158330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-personal-life.html' title='My personal life..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1635544288067059732</id><published>2009-03-16T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:11:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will run after you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/beJv7lHNYss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/beJv7lHNYss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this song. Sung long ago but still stuck with me. Very nice song. Take a listen. It's been ages since we last sung it but it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was awesome.. (Well towards the end it was). Went out, walked around, collected a package from Poland, went to meet some guy from Brunei in IMM and went home after that. Watched TV, took a nap, and went out again to meet the same guy and another friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. He came from Brunei for a holiday and went on a spree to find pens, which is what I would do too if I went somewhere else. Another spinner was there too and we talked, shared stuff, tried mods.. like a mini-gathering of 3 people lol. After that, he had to leave cause it's getting late and we had to go too. Now that's 3 spinner's I've met from overseas thus far. Now to find more XD. But it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stylish pirat spins just like a bustercyl. I was hoping for it to spin something like some kinda Dr. KT or something as what alot of people have said but it feels like a stick lol.. Will totally break your fingers when just starting out. I mean, just look at the similarities.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thin Barrel&lt;br /&gt;-Heavy weights on the ends&lt;br /&gt;-Long&lt;br /&gt;-Grippy ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. enough to give both of them the same spinning feel. But there's a difference I've noticed though and it's the people's responses to it. People love the Stylish Pirat. Like it's some kinda awesome pen and all and I've yet to see one negative comment about it. The bustercyl, unfortunately, didn't get as much positive feedback as it's Polish brother.. With critisms such as cheat pen and stick, it hasn't fared as well as the Stylish Pirat. Kinda sad.. Oh well, what can I say? Both are awesome mods. Not that I use them but it's nice to have them in my collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1635544288067059732?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1635544288067059732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1635544288067059732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1635544288067059732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1635544288067059732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-run-after-you.html' title='I will run after you..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1391836169294490423</id><published>2009-03-05T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:37:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WUT..</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling sick. It started out with a blocked nose on Tuesday and I thought it was just a normal cold and it would go away soon. Unfortunately, it didn't and it kept becoming worse. Got mild headaches last night and today was really bad. I could barely walk in a straight line even at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I looked fine in school or something, I wasn't. I just hid i but throughout the day it felt like someone's been smashing a brick into the front of my skull. It's abit better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read up abit on Stephen Hawkings and I found a few quotes that really inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What his tutor wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was only necessary for him to know that something could be done, and he could do it without looking to see how other people did it. [...] He didn't have very many books, and he didn't take notes. Of course, his mind was completely different from all of his contemporaries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What some guy said about his oral examination in University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And of course the examiners then were intelligent enough to realize they were talking to someone far more clever than most of themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1391836169294490423?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1391836169294490423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1391836169294490423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1391836169294490423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1391836169294490423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/wut.html' title='WUT..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4230668740977352738</id><published>2009-03-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:30:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.. did what?</title><content type='html'>I won a game of chess against the president of the chess club! Awesome.. First time I played with her and she got me. (See earlier posts) But today, I got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was by luck. But I honestly thought I had a bad start. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4230668740977352738?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4230668740977352738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4230668740977352738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4230668740977352738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4230668740977352738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-it-did-what.html' title='I did it.. did what?'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4867649781169022179</id><published>2009-03-03T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:03:19.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.. a place I hate to be in.</title><content type='html'>I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touches my heart everytime I listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwJEdo1FlMo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwJEdo1FlMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.. my mom just spoiled the atmosphere.. AGAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. what's with her. She tells me not to use the computer all day and I tell her I got things to do and she tells me to hurry up.. like wut.. I have things to do and have to use the computer and you tell me to go off and do something. I tell you I can't finish up so quickly cause I'm busy and you yell at me. Aren't you supposed to support me? It's not like I'm playing games or doing something bad. I actually use it for school work and you say I'm playing. I tell you I'm not playing and you say I'm playing. Aren't you some IT manager in some huge company? So shouldn't you BE the one who KNOWS best that I'm NOT playing?!?!?~!~!?!~?!!~?!?!~ (The ~s were added for effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like you actually NEED to use the computer when I'm using it.. or even WANT to. You just have no one to talk to cause no one likes you and in a desperate attempt to say something, you tell me not to use the computer for no reason. I give you my reasons and state them and you yell at me. I reply to you and you say I'm yelling back at you. Look who's yelling in the first place. Look who spoiled the atmosphere first. The mirror will probably answer those. Just look into it. I reason out my statements and you say I'm trying to be funny. O right.. as if you studied literature and is capable of picking out sarcasm.. cause I never meant any. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAILTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, wait till I get my own notebook. You probably won't see me home until it's time to go to sleep. Addicted much? Maybe, but to deny addiction is a further display of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4867649781169022179?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4867649781169022179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4867649781169022179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4867649781169022179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4867649781169022179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-place-i-hate-to-be-in.html' title='Home.. a place I hate to be in.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-9016894559439384965</id><published>2009-02-28T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:52:45.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy is win.</title><content type='html'>Well today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Water Baptism this afternoon. Finally, after 17 years of serving and about 4-5 years of being serious, I've finally done a public declearation of my Christian Faith. Jephthah also did it along with me and his certificate has a name totally unheard of by us lol. He said it was his real name and Jephthah was his middle name even though most of us addresses him by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very AWESOME. Like totally. And I'm really grateful to my friends who came to support the both of us. I really appreciate it. Service was awesome and I'm glad to have good seats. (It was me who booked them anyway but oh well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polegate.org.uk/Pictures/downArrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.polegate.org.uk/Pictures/downArrow.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times!!! (If you know what I mean XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-9016894559439384965?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/9016894559439384965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=9016894559439384965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/9016894559439384965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/9016894559439384965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy is win.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1663244184917731422</id><published>2009-02-08T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:35:11.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some inside stuff</title><content type='html'>"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK some personal info here XXDDDDD (A short trip to the naughty part of my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for service today cause my mom was making a huge fuss around the house. Reached a quarter of an hour late, which is pretty late already. Got a text from Sharon that if I came after the Praise songs I'll have to sit alone, which was fair enough considering how difficult it is to hold seats for late comers. Reached the building and got an usher to sit me somewhere.. which was just across the aisle and a row down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the girl beside me and she looked like one of my friends. Same figure and all but after Praise and Worship I shook her hand and saw that she was different..and..attractive lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was only a glance but it was a huge crush. (I never imagine I'll be ever typing this here haha) During the rest of the service I wanted to look at her but I couldn't XD. It'll be wayyy to obvious and awkward with everyone looking front and I'll be turning to the side. The topic of the sermon was about men and women relationships too so not a good time to turn and look LOLOLOLOL. After the serivce I took a last look at her and went to join the rest of my cell. Another look back and she was gone, lost in the crowd. But it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, she's the only one I still think about after such a seeing for such a short time. (The rest of this may be abit degratory to women so if you're a girl and you're reading this, I mean no offence to the opposite gender.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I suppose you want to continue reading XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I see a good looking girl on the streets I'll forget about her in the next minute lol. But she's like.. I don't know.. alot different. I still remember how she looks like (from the last glance I took) even now like 8-9 hours since I saw her. I've only told one person about this in personally and he's been pestering me to look out for her all the time we were near the church building. But yeah if you've been with me after service and noticed that I look like I was searching for someone, now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'm getting any sleep tonight. She's haunting my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just experienced probably the most impressive force today on the way to church. In the bus, I was going to hold a bar to support myself when I realised that I couldn't wrap my fingers around the bar and it took alot of strength to curl my fingers around it. I thought I had a cramp but I pulled my hand away from the bar and clenched my hand and nothing was wrong and I tried to hold the bar again and there was that repulsion force. I forced my hand to close and I could see the muscles on my wrist jerking and twitching like in some sort of spasm haha. It was abit difficult to unclench my hand too. A quick though came to my mind to do what everyone should do when they have static: discharge. I touched my other hand and tried grabbing the bar again and this time there was no problem. I was expecting a nastly shock in the process but nothing happened. It was stil an interesting experience though. Static is a force not to be reckoned with for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only interesting stuff that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1663244184917731422?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1663244184917731422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1663244184917731422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1663244184917731422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1663244184917731422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-inside-stuff.html' title='Some inside stuff'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-716864253462894973</id><published>2009-02-04T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:47:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day..</title><content type='html'>And it feels like a week already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time crawls here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, they had a CCA exhibition after school. I went to look around at the booths and finally decided after much pondering. Changed my choices many times. Nearing the end of the day, I played chess with the chess club. I did it for the lulz.. really.. and lost.. LOLOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wasn't really playing properly. I took this chance to annoy the girl whom I was playing against who's from the chess club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my pieces beside her knight and she looked annoyed that she can't capture them. Other things I did were putting my pieces beside her bishops and other pieces diagonally beside her rooks. If you know the rules of chess, you'll understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realised that I had alot of my important pieces gone. Was too engaged in my small mission that I was losing.. or even realise I was losing. At that point, I heard her say to her friend that she wanted to go home.. and that's when I had another crazy thought: To drag the game XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I did. I moved the same pieces back and forth, around in circles and only a step at a time. Also, I pretended to think for a long time to only move a pawn after that. I tried to make it look as though it was a stalemate. Other people were already commenting how long my game took and even though I was losing badly, I felt better than how she looked. The girl I was playing against looked stressed.. while I, on the other hand, was laid back and smiling to myself. She must be thinking I'm crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the game got too long and she had to call her friend also from the chess club to help her.. and they beat me. By the way, her friend that she called lost to some ACS guy 3 consecutive times before me lol. I didn't expect myself drag the game for such a long time but oh well, it's a friendly match after all. Went home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-716864253462894973?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/716864253462894973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=716864253462894973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/716864253462894973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/716864253462894973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/02/3rd-day.html' title='3rd day..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-4266405777242457761</id><published>2009-02-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:18:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi = 3.14159..</title><content type='html'>Ok today I went to my new school.. where I will be fore the next 2 years.. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the longest first day of school ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened the day with loads of long introductory talks by lots of teachers etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'tour' around the compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOUND OUT THAT ORIENTATION WAS 2 WEEKS.. wut..?!?! The first day was bad enough. I don't want to know what's going to happen in the next 2 weeks. Then again, it's only the first day so can't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean..&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school was a 2 day orientation camp and I stayed there for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school was a 10 minute icebreaker game.. and I stayed there for 6 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'll be here for (supposedly)2 years and I need 2 weeks to orientate myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the building is uniquely designed too. I was walking around and couldn't find out if I'm on the first or second floor. Turns out.. it's 3 floors up and 1 floor down like a basement.. but the bottom floor looks like the first floor cause everything is flat below.. but it isn't.. if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior told me they designed it to be like a sheep and thus the weird architecture and parts of the sheep they use to name parts of their building. I remembered the image I looked up on Google Earth the day before and it looked nothing like a white and fluffy animal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-4266405777242457761?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/4266405777242457761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=4266405777242457761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4266405777242457761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/4266405777242457761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/02/pi-314159.html' title='Pi = 3.14159..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-3889413769849138686</id><published>2009-01-31T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:12:13.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm..</title><content type='html'>Woke up today with 2 SMSes that came in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwnt all who only woke up with 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering which school I got into? Well wonder no more because now that the results are out, you can always find out for yourself which school I got into. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in Malaysia earlier this week and my parents and aunt opened a door for me to study in Taylor's over there. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 year Pre-U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(suck it people) that allows me to either do A-levels, go to an Australian University or get an American Degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought and pondering, I decided to stay here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out the educational institute I got posted into today and IT WAS AWESOME. LIKE TOTALLY. NOW I WIL HAVE TO WASTE A 1-2 HOURS A DAY TRAVELLING AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA PWNT YOU NOOBS THAT TAKE LESS THAN AN HOUR TO GET TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got to say. If you fear for my sanity because of this post, tag a reply in the tagbox there -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, tag a reply too -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-3889413769849138686?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/3889413769849138686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=3889413769849138686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3889413769849138686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/3889413769849138686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hm.html' title='hm..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-59187009935502528</id><published>2009-01-22T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:38:30.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P of US of A</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was the inauguration of Barack Obama. Really liked the performances by Yo Yo Ma and the singers. They were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many people, this is a day of joy, a new hope and hopefully a better life. For others, maybe not as much. Over here in Singapore, we can only watch it on TV. Whether I'm happy or not I'm not really sure. I'm not involved in these kinda things and I'm not that interested either..apart from Obama messing up his oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were discussing who's wrong it was that made Obama stumble. Many say it's the guy who swore him in that made him stumble but I just read something that made me lol hard.. if you know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the Oath was supposed to be taken(with each backslash denoting a pause):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, [name]/&lt;br /&gt;Do solemnly swear/&lt;br /&gt;That I will faithfully execute/&lt;br /&gt;The office of President of the United States/&lt;br /&gt;And will to the best of my ability/&lt;br /&gt;Preserve, protect and defend/&lt;br /&gt;The Constitution of the United States/&lt;br /&gt;So help me God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for Obama, it was presented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, [name] do solemnly swear/&lt;br /&gt;That I will execute the office of President to the United States faithfully/&lt;br /&gt;And will to the best of my ability/&lt;br /&gt;Preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States/&lt;br /&gt;So help me God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Thus confusing him and making him say some parts wrongly etc etc you get da point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone replied to this comment and said&lt;br /&gt;"it was a test to see how Obama can adapt to unforeseen situations and he failed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombo.. just pwnt us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also quoted from his local newspaper saying that this event was an indecent one because everyone is weeping and trying to get over the recent reccession and financial crisis and people are spending millions to celebrate someone who has acomplished nothing.. thus wasting the money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.. Feel free to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. discussion can be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://www.upsb.info/forum/index.php?showtopic=16027&amp;amp;st=0&amp;amp;gopid=229996&amp;amp;#entry229996"&gt;http://www.upsb.info/forum/index.php?showtopic=16027&amp;amp;st=0&amp;amp;gopid=229996&amp;amp;#entry229996&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-59187009935502528?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/59187009935502528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=59187009935502528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/59187009935502528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/59187009935502528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/p-of-us-of.html' title='P of US of A'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5488671432772056394</id><published>2009-01-20T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:24:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its gone... gone... going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone... everything gone... give a damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone people... all awkward with their things... gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm.. the things that happened last year, the year before, secondary school. I'm glad it's over. A start of a new year, a new school. Maybe things can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what came in the mail today. A nicely modded RSVP RMX. Just like a RSVP MX but more balanced(I think) and it's writable too. It has a unique retractable twisting mechanism and I must say that the guy who designed this brilliant mod with the twisting mechanism is really ingenious. Very nice guy too. Finally, I not only have a retractable mod but a unique one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now to wait for my MPMX to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5488671432772056394?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5488671432772056394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5488671432772056394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5488671432772056394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5488671432772056394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone.html' title='Gone..'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6867443937934786196</id><published>2009-01-10T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:58:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>I'm losing to some less experienced guy in a penspinning battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say lol. I want to win, but at the same time, I kinda feel bad if I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He challenged me and I told him I wasn't the competitive type but he was like plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls so I reluctantly said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my video filmed and then he said he had to use his combo for something else so he wanted to delay the battle but i told him that i accepted it and etc.. and he said he'll use some random combo he got earlier saying he'll lose. His video is not bad. I think we're almost the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some guy came along and voted for him and suddenly everyone started voting for him for the stupidest reasons.. Some hate me so they vote for him. Others said my video was too long.. like SERIOUSLY MAN.. I had wayyy harder tricks than him etc.. If their reason was cause I was too spammy or it was too choppy then fine. Of course there're some who voted for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I asked him to battle when he didn't wanted to cause he was scared that he'll lose so if he wins then it's a good thing cause then I would've done well and encouraged him and go: Hey see? Looks like you're winning. So why be scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I wanna win lol.. like.. if it was your battle, wouldn't you want too? *sigh* I don't know. I feel bad losing or winning. Shouldn't have accepted in the first place. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there were some things I like even though it wasn't to my advantage. Some of my friends voted for him cause they liked him better. I think that's really nice cause I like their honest opinion. And I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Others were "too kind" and nulled.. I got nothing to say about them. If they nulled cause it was honestly a tough decision, then I guess it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been visiting alot of bookstores recently like Times and MPH and I've found some rather interesting books. I wish I could've bought them but they cost between 20-30 each. Think I'll save up and buy some. I really need to get on to reading something. Haven't been reading much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6867443937934786196?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6867443937934786196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6867443937934786196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6867443937934786196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6867443937934786196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-1086009827572835477</id><published>2009-01-01T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:48:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chances of life.</title><content type='html'>I saw this on TV and thought it might be good to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances of you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the earth that formed needs to be in the "Goldilocks position". An area around the sun suitable for life. A very slim area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, all the elements necessary for life to take place must be on earth. The iron, carbon.. etc. And all leftover matter from stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth needs to gather an atmosphere and needs enough gas circulating around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid water needs to be present. Meaning alot of water containing asteroid impacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spark that triggered the first unicellular life forms.. um.. a very unlikely event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution taking place.. Sea animals walking on land and land animals going into sea.. Another unlikely event. Seriously.. How many of you would go into the sea and hope your fingers develop into flippers and started mating in the water and become an underwater human race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More evolution. Single celled organisms becoming more complex like animals and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of the dinosaurs. We do not want them around here today don't we? A real life Jurassic park? No thanks. And honestly speaking, what are the chances of us getting hit by an asteriod huge enough to wipe out all those big creatures? Something else must have happened cause other animals didn't die from the impact... if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution of apes into humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding of population. Not really an unlikely event but population is increasing rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of 2 random people meeting, falling in love and conceiving.. out of 6 billion people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you already here today, we would never have thought it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true enough, it's hard to imagine someone who's never been here before lol.. like your children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-1086009827572835477?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/1086009827572835477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=1086009827572835477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1086009827572835477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/1086009827572835477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/chances-of-life.html' title='The chances of life.'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-5804797979005286131</id><published>2009-01-01T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:56:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Complaint About your computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather than engage in a point-by-point response to the textual interpretation of Your Computer's endeavors, I want to respond to the more general issue at hand. Before examining the present situation, however, it is important that I take advantage of a rare opportunity to subject Your Computer's views to the rigorous scrutiny they warrant. Yes, I realize that now is not the time to go wobbly on our opposition to Your Computer's abominable newsgroup postings, but for the sake of brevity I've had to express myself in simplified terms. It's best to ignore most of the quotes that Your Computer so frequently cites. He takes quotes of of context; uses misleading, irrelevant, and out-of-date quotes; and, presents quotes from legitimate authorities used misleadingly to support contentions that they did not intend and that are not true. In short, Your Computer is not the only one who needs to reassess his assumptions. Think about poxy, bloodthirsty power brokers. They too should realize that wherever you look, you'll see Your Computer enforcing intolerance in the name of tolerance. You'll see him suppressing freedom in the name of freedom. And you'll see him crushing diversity of opinion in the name of diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Computer insists that the existence and perpetuation of nativism is its own moral justification. Sorry, Your Computer, but, with apologies to Gershwin, "it ain't necessarily so." Does he honestly expect us to believe that he is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha? This isn't such an easy question to answer, but let me take a stab at it: He is a logorrheic pamphleteer. I use that label only when it's true. If you don't believe it is, then consider that I am not a robot. I am a thinking, feeling, human being. As such, I get teary-eyed whenever I see Your Computer court a slovenly minority of patronizing schizophrenics. It makes me want to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas, which is why I'm so eager to tell you that someone just showed me a memo supposedly written by Your Computer. The memo spells out his plans to twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that Your Computer's accusations are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And, as if that weren't enough, I plan to foster mutual understanding. Are you with me—or against me? Whatever you decide, Your Computer uses big words like "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" to make himself sound important. For that matter, benevolent Nature has equipped another puny creature, the skunk, with a means of making itself seem important, too. Although Your Computer's communiqués may reek like a skunk, there is no doubt that Your Computer will insist that our society be infested with scapegoatism, autism, alcoholism, and an impressive swarm of other "isms" in the near future. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that Your Computer uses the word "hydrometallurgically" without ever having taken the time to look it up in the dictionary. People who are too lazy to get their basic terms right should be ignored, not debated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Individually, Your Computer's ebullitions prey on people's fear of political and economic instability. But linked together, Your Computer's inveracities could easily foster exclusionism at every opportunity. I unequivocally hope that Your Computer's crotchets were intended as a joke, although they're not very funny if they were. Consider the following, which I'll address in greater detail later: Your Computer occasionally shows what appears to be warmth, joy, love, or compassion. You should realize, however, that these positive expressions are more feigned than experienced and invariably serve an ulterior motive, such as to paralyze needed efforts to seek some structure in which the cacophony introduced by his expositions might be systematized, reconciled, and made rational. I'd like to finish with a quote from a private e-mail message sent to me by a close friend of mine: "Your Computer should try being a little more open-minded".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-5804797979005286131?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/5804797979005286131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=5804797979005286131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5804797979005286131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/5804797979005286131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-complaint-about-your-computer.html' title='My Complaint About your computer'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238894391565791612.post-6443818628625676090</id><published>2008-12-28T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:27:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when the windows on the plane don't line up with the seats in the cabin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238894391565791612-6443818628625676090?l=qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/feeds/6443818628625676090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2238894391565791612&amp;postID=6443818628625676090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6443818628625676090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238894391565791612/posts/default/6443818628625676090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qazedctgbujmolwsxrfvyhnikp.blogspot.com/2008/12/planes.html' title='Planes'/><author><name>Massacre Novalist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276951607441226541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
