<?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-7763354</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:21:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:azide.3:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-113006890063116513</id><published>2005-10-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:01:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard a gong?</title><content type='html'>Ya, literally. Have you ever heard someone strike a gong? You probably had, just that you've never listened to it carefully. Or maybe you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did, you'll probably know it HURTS to listen to it. The strike is HARD, and the sound is amplified. Then comes the vibrations, and that's the end. Nothing too long, but not that short. Maybe 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like the sounds that is emitted from the vibrations. But true enough, there would be no joy without the hard, irritating strike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-113006890063116513?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/113006890063116513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=113006890063116513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/113006890063116513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/113006890063116513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/10/ever-heard-gong.html' title='Ever heard a gong?'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-112982089268239609</id><published>2005-10-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:09:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should be the mode of transaction?</title><content type='html'>A very simple question. What currency, or even, what item, should be the mode of transaction? The adage goes something like, "Money can't buy everything." So... what gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any currency buy you everything? Of course, anyone above the age of 6 probably can tell you there are things that money can't buy. Like love. (although i highly doubt that, but lets go just with it.) So its proves, NO. Currency cannot buy everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next, how about, Love? Can love buy everything? Highly doubt it can even buy ANYthing. Imagine a couple buys a pair of ring and pays the person with... love. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, what does?&lt;br /&gt;The same way that no one point of view suits everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-112982089268239609?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/112982089268239609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=112982089268239609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112982089268239609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112982089268239609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-should-be-mode-of-transaction.html' title='What should be the mode of transaction?'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-112955698191766866</id><published>2005-10-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:49:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.W.Y.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What would you do... if your best friend and the girl you loved ever got together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do... if you ever got into a court case by your dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do... if you got a call from the girl you wanted to confess your love to, and realise its the nurses from the hospital calling that she got into an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do... if you woke up alone in a hotel suite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CAN you do... if life crashes on you?&lt;br /&gt;:would you say, "Hey, it ain't fair!"&lt;br /&gt;:or would you look up at the sky, and wipe off that tear.&lt;br /&gt;:or even, stare up the sky, and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is possible... and if we were to ever think of what would we do then now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll really have a bit too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;How about lets just sit back... and enjoy the journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-112955698191766866?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/112955698191766866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=112955698191766866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112955698191766866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112955698191766866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/10/wwyd.html' title='W.W.Y.D'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-112058064593049559</id><published>2005-07-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:24:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowcard - Believe</title><content type='html'>"Believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love inside the strength of heart&lt;br /&gt;Think about the heroes saving life in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive&lt;br /&gt;But you still came back for me&lt;br /&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the chance I never had to say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving up your life that day&lt;br /&gt;Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out&lt;br /&gt;Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive&lt;br /&gt;And you still came back for me&lt;br /&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again today, we take into our hearts and minds those who perished on this site one year ago, and also those who came to toil in the rubble to bring order out of chaos, to help us make sense of our despair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold my wife when I get home&lt;br /&gt;Wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much I love to see them smile&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make a change or two right now&lt;br /&gt;Wanna live a life like you somehow&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love inside the strength of heart&lt;br /&gt;Think about the heroes saving life in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Think about the chance I never had to say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving up your life that day(The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/"&gt;www.azlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt; for the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-112058064593049559?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/112058064593049559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=112058064593049559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112058064593049559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/112058064593049559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/07/yellowcard-believe.html' title='Yellowcard - Believe'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-111625504267723882</id><published>2005-05-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:50:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes. Maybe paragraphs.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Be without fear in the face of your enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be brave and upright that God may love thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safeguard the helpless, and do no wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is your oath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that so you remember it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imaginable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're playing small does not serve the world, there was nothing in life about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were all meant to shine as children, its not just in some of us, its in everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same, as we are liberaterd from our own fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I came to coach basketball and you became students.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came to teach boys, and you became men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For that, I thank you.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coach Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111625504267723882?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111625504267723882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111625504267723882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111625504267723882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111625504267723882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/05/quotes-maybe-paragraphs.html' title='Quotes. Maybe paragraphs.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-111591886847773788</id><published>2005-05-13T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:27:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Just read the "time capsule" we wrote on the first few days of CJ life, and the ending ones. These are probably the things that i can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through it, somehow warmth filled my heart. A sense of love that I've never felt before. Like never. Could anything be exchanged for this joy? I believe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just near me, in my drawer. I want to feel this again, may I? I think, I might not. This is definately changes in time, and of course, the lack of communications proves to have a bad effect. Definately feelings and relationships change. People have new friends, and more new friends. It grows. =) But I'm going to be glad if I'm told that I'm not forgotten. At least, some proof of existance holds there for me. But then again, nothing last forever. Although I hope its untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'll probably have my circle of friends in poly, but I'm sure. I'll never forget you guys, 1T07. Please don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/nonsensical facade.&lt;br /&gt;/big fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;/a cover over truth.&lt;br /&gt;/a supposed shield of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;/thoughts of previous experiences.&lt;br /&gt;/would it happen, again?&lt;br /&gt;/stay happy you often say?&lt;br /&gt;/it doesn't seem that the speaker acts upon his words.&lt;br /&gt;/sadness.&lt;br /&gt;/i want to feel like i'm there. i want to feel warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111591886847773788?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111591886847773788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111591886847773788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111591886847773788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111591886847773788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111530401287825883</id><published>2005-05-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:40:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore Days.</title><content type='html'>I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole week of plain basketball, and probably random spendings... and of course. RANDOM SHOTS by STEFAN, JX AND RON. = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but the days pass fast and dont really know if that's good or not. But basketball with Ron is seriously good days. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much to say! = ( haha, -g0n3-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111530401287825883?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111530401287825883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111530401287825883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111530401287825883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111530401287825883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/05/hardcore-days.html' title='Hardcore Days.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111376335652611764</id><published>2005-04-18T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:42:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life 100% = )</title><content type='html'>small truth to make our&lt;br /&gt;Lifes 100%.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q RS T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;Is equal to&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 1213 14 15 16 1718 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hardwork=H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K =8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onlyKnowledge=K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E= 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onlyLove=L+O+V+E=12+15+22+5=54%Luck=L+U+C+K = 12+21+3+11 = 47%(don't most of us think this is most important???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Money? ..... No!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership? ...... NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every problem has a solution, only if we perhaps change our attitude. To go to the top, to that 100% what we really need to go further..... abit more.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude=A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E =1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OUR ATTITUDE towards Life and Work that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--100%--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111376335652611764?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111376335652611764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111376335652611764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111376335652611764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111376335652611764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-100.html' title='Life 100% = )'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111323343964901677</id><published>2005-04-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:30:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a life.</title><content type='html'>I serious need to find something to do. everyday waking up at 12/1 and going for bball/gym aint goin to help me much. i seriously need to find something to do. like... i dont know. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently bball not that shabby lahs. haha. back to my 3 pointer position, but lost trust in my jumpers. y?! =( fine, probably be careful. haha. and my fades!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, seriously dont know wad to do. but at least this wk is filled up by the LATE NP stuff... guess that's gonna take my week. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, uncontrollable thoughts? haix. i wish shes there lah. hahaha. but where?! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111323343964901677?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111323343964901677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111323343964901677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111323343964901677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111323343964901677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-need-life.html' title='i need a life.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111271017863382046</id><published>2005-04-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:42:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>a cave of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch of numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the serenity of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living behind my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you won't be there in a snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would you... be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't change the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can mould the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storms are arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111271017863382046?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111271017863382046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111271017863382046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111271017863382046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111271017863382046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/04/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111193716097123142</id><published>2005-03-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:30:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear.</title><content type='html'>What am I thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of them has found their happiness. And I'm happy abt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be seeking for mine too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of dejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lair seems safe, but the sly eagle doesn't kill on whim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111193716097123142?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111193716097123142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111193716097123142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111193716097123142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111193716097123142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/fear.html' title='Fear.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111183844656057090</id><published>2005-03-26T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:00:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rambles.</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna fall in love again, but the irony occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to repeat mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the enviroment similar as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the tears within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-boom.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111183844656057090?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111183844656057090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111183844656057090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111183844656057090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111183844656057090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-rambles.html' title='Random Rambles.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111183203172124353</id><published>2005-03-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:13:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I've been very restless recently, and I do have VERY weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A dream of which I'm with 2 friends,  who are deciding to bomb down the building. Then I appear in the world of Naruto?! rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whether weird or not... I'm probably restless due to NOTHING to do/play, No one to talk to... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love again... No...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111183203172124353?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111183203172124353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111183203172124353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111183203172124353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111183203172124353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/haix.html' title='haix.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111167381687868584</id><published>2005-03-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:16:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad. Day.</title><content type='html'>Just heard Graduation Day by Vitamin C on the radio. And suddenly thought of yean choi. Flashbacks of that day just came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/07/2004&lt;br /&gt;Yee Leng and I were playing abt everything is linked to 19th. Well, so happy abt it, or cranky you might say. Nothing much happened, or so we thought. Never could we have thought, so much happened, in such a short amt. of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/07/2004&lt;br /&gt;We were having Biology, when Arul said he was just pissed. We didn't know much, until Mrs Quah said she wanted to se us at the Music Room. We were still thinking what happened then, is it the air-con bills as we on the air-conditioner for the whole day. And all that she said, in a single sentence, left us laying helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your classmate, Lai Yean Choi,......... has passed away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some just burst down in tears, some couldn't believe, while some can't be bothered. I lost my footing. Being the class chairperson, I just got shocked. But I had to keep the class in shape. I can't just, break down. I just, can't believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to joke abt Yean Choi and Cindy being absent on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, as they used to play truancy.&lt;br /&gt;We used to not talk to Yean Choi, because she's pretty much reserved. A girl of little speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. We wished we could turn back the hands of the clock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111167381687868584?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111167381687868584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111167381687868584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111167381687868584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111167381687868584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/grad-day.html' title='Grad. Day.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111141021627976286</id><published>2005-03-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:13:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAE.</title><content type='html'>If you ask me now, what is the most memoriable place I've been, the answer, is Catholic Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;One. Hell. Of. Great. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;The place where I shall not ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The IGLs.&lt;br /&gt;-The classmates. (Andrew Chua, Terence Wah, Lim Yan Sheng, Terence Deng, Deborah Chen, Vanessa Ann Paranjothy, Joanna Zhan, Ho Rey, Ken Koh, June, Darren Ng Teng Yi, Colin Chia, Jonathan Li, Zheng Yi Lei and Lisa Ooi.)&lt;br /&gt;-The blunders. (Racist. Obstraise. Quit Form, and everything else.)&lt;br /&gt;-The friends. (Tim, Elsa, Da Lun, Brandon Lam/Mok, Kim, McRon, J, Claudio, Hong Hin, Roslina, Ginny, all affliated to MonsterCue that I could have missed, all the girls that I said were cute(=X), and all that I could have missed.)&lt;br /&gt;-The teachers. (Mr Dennis Ang, Mrs Winter, Ms Narindar, Ms Lee, Ms Gail Ng, Ms Lim, Ms Li, Mr Lester Low.)&lt;br /&gt;-The classroom.&lt;br /&gt;-The lecture theatres.&lt;br /&gt;-The library.&lt;br /&gt;-The GRAND STAND.&lt;br /&gt;-The courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I realise, I won't be able to be in this school, anymore. I feel &lt;em&gt;sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food lost its taste. Colours seemed dull. Things that matter, doesn't seem to now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just. Lost its power.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, &lt;em&gt;all good things, have an ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it could last. But the last thing I want to do, is to make the decision of PolyTechnic or Junior College on my friends. I know, they don't want me to do so too. And I hope that the PolyTechnic path, shall serve its purpose, and I would do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, 1T07, and the rest of the CJC community,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Respect!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                         -&lt;/em&gt;Azide.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111141021627976286?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111141021627976286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111141021627976286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111141021627976286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111141021627976286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/pae.html' title='PAE.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111107228773621388</id><published>2005-03-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:54:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filial Fornication.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;The following paragraph should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;Contents might be abusive, might cause harm/retardation/death/or any form of pain to one's ego, pride or life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Hey, think you're great? And wtf is ur prob? Its like, I didn't practically nothing, and YOU'RE PISSED ABT ME?! yeah man~ and its like passing an opinion is a big deal on itself?? Oh plEase. Welcome to reality? =) and its not that i'm passing an useless comment when i have complete ignorance of the issue, and i seriously doubt that's gonna harm ya, like burn ur back pocket or something. And yeah, if u got an issue, can u just confront me? Why not lets talk it out? Why call my friend and get angry at her? Think i'm not-trustable? comm'on. first things first, DO YOU KNOW ME WELL? maybe we're "brothers" at first, but its pretty obvious you want your private space with your new-found love. Of course, if you need space, why would I want to interfere in your life or something? I'm not gay or gh3y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, can you DONT put words into my mouth or set your situation in the real world? You ain't having Uchiha Itachi's special Sharingan, you know. You can't use God of the Moon. You can't create your own world. Ok, maybe you can, but hell no I or my buddies are in it. Dammit. You're angry because of what? You say I talk crap or say something bad abt you two, but concrete evidence? And who the hell did I tell? You got that shit wrong! You think one source is sufficient to fight your case? Comm'on, a stained &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Knife" target="_blank"&gt;knife&lt;/a&gt; with a person's fingerprint might not win a case over the other party with more evidence? Yeah? Go do your homework before coming and crap, pleasE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, please think that although people might be damn friendly and stuff, I, too, have my dark side, and I doubt even I want to unleash that sight. So please think with your brain, and use more of ur ass if you can't think with your brain? The basic intellectual level of manure could probably tell you what to do, you know. You might be able to communicate well with manure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you still think so of me, please continue to. Because you never know, one day I'll probably holding a Wizardspike poking you, you know. I want to keep peace, but I don't want apologies. I'll probably prefer a good talk over it. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111107228773621388?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111107228773621388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111107228773621388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111107228773621388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111107228773621388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/filial-fornication.html' title='Filial Fornication.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111102795433595695</id><published>2005-03-17T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:52:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar Disorder?</title><content type='html'>weird, its been recently that i'm been in extreme mood swings, with extreme happiness and&lt;br /&gt;sadness. Bipolar disorder? Hopefullly not. Well, been into MapleStory, but the server's down now, so waiting a while more. I really miss my CJC friends. they rox. i cant believe i'll not be seeing them anymore, but we'll meet up for meals, ok:? =) yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111102795433595695?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111102795433595695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111102795433595695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111102795433595695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111102795433595695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/bipolar-disorder.html' title='Bipolar Disorder?'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111064197928423813</id><published>2005-03-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:55:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FF9 - Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>1. “You don't need a reason to help people.” ,Zidane (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist...” ,Vivi (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “Having sworn fealty, must I spend my life in servitude?” ,Steiner (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “I do what I want! You have problem!?” ,Quina (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Someday I will be queen, but I will always be myself.” ,Dagger (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “To be forgotten is worse than death.” ,Freya (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty.” ,Amarant (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “I don't want to be alone anymore...” ,Eiko (Beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “We seek the meaning of life because we are mortal.” ,Philisopher Minu (Protection Bell Key Item)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “Let fear propel you forward. Do not let failure stifle you.” =Iron-Tail Fratley= (World Map Key Item)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. “The body may perish, but the spirit lives on.” =Words on the Artifact= (Une's Mirror Key Item)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “The Sly Eagle doesn't kill at whim.” ,Zidane (Madain Sari) (The deceitful eagle doesn't attack on impulse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. “Good food not only delicious, Good food made with heart! This very important when cooking for friends...” ,Quina (Ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. “Chivalry requires a knight to look after his comrades-in-arms. I will not abandon you! And I shall follow you to kingdom come if I must. You remember that!” ,Steiner (Pandemonium)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. “World only have two things: Things you can eat and things you no can eat.” ,Quina (Black Mage Village)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Taedo, &lt;a href="http://db.gamefaqs.com/console/psx/file/final_fantasy_ix_na_2_2.txt"&gt;http://db.gamefaqs.com/console/psx/file/final_fantasy_ix_na_2_2.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111064197928423813?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111064197928423813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111064197928423813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111064197928423813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111064197928423813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/ff9-words-of-wisdom.html' title='FF9 - Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111063916386689280</id><published>2005-03-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:56:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FF9.</title><content type='html'>==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;You are completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a newbornchild.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why you were given life, or for what purpose you exist...&lt;br /&gt;You simply shout to emphasize your life...your own existence.&lt;br /&gt;You are completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;-Final Fantasy 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111063916386689280?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111063916386689280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111063916386689280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111063916386689280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111063916386689280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/ff9.html' title='FF9.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111059390054075290</id><published>2005-03-12T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:58:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days that changed my life.</title><content type='html'>As the days past, the PAE has somewhat came to an end. The joys, the fun and the tears. Would anyone ask me if I'll miss 1T07 or the whole CJC community, it would be a yes. Wished I could stay, but I guess it just ain't my life. Everything we had, the fun, love and the lame jokes (ok, maybe not everyone, maybe its just me. =P) would be remembered. yeah. u guys just ROCKS. frickin' ROCKKS! haha, oh, dont be shocked if you dont see the 1T07 title at the cls, its lying in my room. haha. =P also, all the fun and stuff.. I'll never forget. Best Class I've ever had, ROXXORS~! haha... Look for me at my workplace! I'll get it somewhere near town, so you guys are just bus stops away. =P Oh yeah, meet up for lunch too! =) And don't forget me! =P&lt;br /&gt;================================================================== ==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, a new day is born.&lt;br /&gt;With it, comes the birth of new joys, hopes, love and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But theday brings along disappointment, anxiety and tears.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, a rainbow stands after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Work hard,&lt;br /&gt;Stay cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;And let Love take care of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those I've not written for... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dennis Ang: Yo man~ Great teacher, and the suan-ing sessions. Although there are times that I really wanna shout at you for suaning me/anyone in the cls, but guess I held back at the right moment? yeah? haha. Thanks for the Econs lessons, I'll need it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence Wah: (Does the tear-rence-wah! action) Yo man! First friend in the cls! haha, great at impromtu (wadeva the spelling, maybe u can tag the right spelling in the tagboard.) But all in all, GREAT PERSON! Fellow baller! =P thanks for the jokes and fun u gave the class, the skits... hmm. John Terriory? ****** **** that likes the beat ard the bush? =P Great laughter. Thanks man! =) You ROX! Good luck in ACJC! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Yo man! hmm, rich ass. ahahahha! nice guy and stuff, National Judo-KA! haha, thanks for the judo "lessons" and ur craziness in cls! =) Strong-willed! (heard from your mum.) haha, but yeah, we'll crash your house soon enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Rey: Yo MAN! I stand humble before this man, Ho Rey. HE IS FRICKIN' FIT. haha. Think that's an understatement? haha, but yeah, damn NICE guy at everything. =) Sorry for the lack of participation in the projeect though... hhaha, and good luck in ur future endeavours and ur PSA! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: Yo BROTHER! haha, this PAE surely strengthened our bonds, and you rox! haha, lets go for billards sometimes soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: Elsa is so cool! Timmy... **clap clap** haha, thanks for the times, and the words. ;) haha, and the ponning! hhaaha, great knowing you, and you ain't that violent though. =P haha. =P hmm, remember me hor~! and lets meet up for lunch every now and then! haha. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111059390054075290?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111059390054075290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111059390054075290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111059390054075290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111059390054075290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/days-that-changed-my-life.html' title='The days that changed my life.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-111012041986598508</id><published>2005-03-06T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:46:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better! =)</title><content type='html'>hmm, luck is definately getting abt better and stuff, and i got a new air dunk! =) cheap somemore. =D hmmm, registered for NP business studies, banking, accountancy, and SP too! =D hope can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys can get into ur desired courses too! =)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;a changed me now.. i've been to childish and brainless recently, got to change. =)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing, but an empty vessel.&lt;br /&gt;You merely shout to emphasis your existance.&lt;br /&gt;You are completely oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              - Final Fantasy IX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-111012041986598508?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/111012041986598508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=111012041986598508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111012041986598508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/111012041986598508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/better.html' title='Better! =)'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110976420752832474</id><published>2005-03-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:50:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, this few days were pretty fun, but boring, but i got 14 for L1R4 and 18 for L1R5. hmm, after the CCA bonus points deduction, hopefully i can get into NP Business Studies course! Pray for me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110976420752832474?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110976420752832474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110976420752832474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110976420752832474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110976420752832474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/03/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110899778655508199</id><published>2005-02-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:56:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i thinking...</title><content type='html'>i'm really thinking abt her.. i realli love her.. but i get dumbfolded when i ask myself this question... why do i love her.. what did i see in her... what? can someone tell me please.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realli love you.. i realli wanna hold ur hand tight near my heart... tell me if u do... i realli wanna know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110899778655508199?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110899778655508199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110899778655508199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110899778655508199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110899778655508199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='what am i thinking...'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110883533001543723</id><published>2005-02-20T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T11:04:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Loser.</title><content type='html'>After using LOSER as one of my fav. terms now.. i've come to realise that i'm pretty much of a loser in life? its like i'm try to get to her and stuff... but i realised... its over? haha, this is like so coool? as in, have she like read underneath and trying to drop me hints? if so... i have like nothing to say.. but i realli still like her and stuff. the way she emphasises on how its over? its so FUNNY. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. if u're really understanding me... like give me a sms/pm or what ever... i need to know? you should have known by now i take opinions openly and stuff.. i wont be so drastic and stuff... cuz i realli wanna know. i rather u put things straight and direct, so i dont get like false hopes and at least we're still frens? =) yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i think i should let u cool down and little and stuff.. know u're in some damn wierd shit now.. yeah, think it over. i'll be waiting... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110883533001543723?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110883533001543723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110883533001543723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110883533001543723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110883533001543723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/02/ultimate-loser.html' title='The Ultimate Loser.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110856107344292776</id><published>2005-02-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:37:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff = New day = New Start?</title><content type='html'>Today is realli lots of stuff. New TV, car, specs. hopefully, it signifies the start of a new year.. recently is damn crap, buy new deordourant, and lost it. all trains and bus miss by a few second. well, just damn suay. but it WILL change! yay! =D and i'm gonna perfect my pool skills, wanna thrash pple. =D Still thinking... should i jio her back....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110856107344292776?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110856107344292776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110856107344292776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110856107344292776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110856107344292776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-stuff-new-day-new-start.html' title='New stuff = New day = New Start?'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110744492519021457</id><published>2005-02-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:35:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Shit Days</title><content type='html'>Recently in CJC life is quite good shit... long time nv update. But yeah, life kinda rocks. And the cls is damn bonded. =) Oh, cross dressing was fun. =) I was a MGS guy and IJ guy. MGS AND IJ rox for those 2 days. =) eh, life kinda getting rocky. i hate liars. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110744492519021457?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110744492519021457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110744492519021457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110744492519021457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110744492519021457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-shit-days.html' title='Good Shit Days'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-110415861287977579</id><published>2004-12-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:43:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed.</title><content type='html'>well, was out the whole day, playin bball and stuff.. and realised that maybe i've done too much as a fren.. guess i aint goin to do much more unless asked to or unless necessary.. yeah. that's gonna be my policy. getting like shit on me, and for like particuliarly no reason? getting stressed up, pissed and stuff for no reason? no man~, i ain't no goin for that again. i had enough. haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110415861287977579?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110415861287977579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110415861287977579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110415861287977579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110415861287977579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/pissed.html' title='pissed.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110364794528541055</id><published>2004-12-22T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:52:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is cool!</title><content type='html'>Got persuaded into going to celebrate Dorothy's birthday (one that i dont really know) and ended up spending like 30 bucks for gift exchange. erm. I'm broke. =) But it was pretty fun to give presents and not getting anything, don't ask me why, I think I'm a sadist. But got a long christmas message and card from Kim. =) After that, it was splitting time, and when we met up again, the girls bought me a shirt. Oh, touched. =) And yeah. =) Went Cineleisure to play Para Para, and the sensor sux! Failed at stage 3 twice! well, played too hard songs. =X But later got to Sommerset to meet Pei Shi and Pei Ling (nice people. =) ) and went Marina Bay for steamboat. Erm, didnt really enjoy it, didn't have a good appetite. Then went for arcade, pool. Pretty lousy at pool already, didnt have the feeling. =) But still. =) And went home, on a long trip, but fun and very noisy trip. =) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110364794528541055?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110364794528541055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110364794528541055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110364794528541055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110364794528541055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-is-cool.html' title='Today is cool!'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110364749755296174</id><published>2004-12-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:44:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting? Eh. I mean Cool. =)</title><content type='html'>Lots have changed ever since I was sick, was down with a fever of 39 for a couple of days. Basically I lived alone there, in Malaysia, with some porridge and canned food. Pretty sad case, but I've realised that actually I need to be independant. =) Well, didn't really get any calls (my Hi! Card balance is $0.06) and was pretty sad. But I guess that the fever has made me more awake. I've thought things through. That I'm going to live my life in a more interesting way. I ain't gonna be angry unless the person get rough and stuff, and I'm gonna find a gf if only I know it'll last and stuff. (Yeah, like deeper cuts too. =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110364749755296174?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110364749755296174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110364749755296174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110364749755296174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110364749755296174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/interesting-eh-i-mean-cool.html' title='Interesting? Eh. I mean Cool. =)'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110224985557393943</id><published>2004-12-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:30:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears.</title><content type='html'>hmmm. tears = sad = ?? so wtf are tears for? to show the sadness of someone? or is it just an indication of someone who is down n out? well. seems never to occur to me. for which i wouldnt cry in normal situations. but. tears are flowing. lac zai lac zai? yeah man. FUCK that. am i still that ai zai guy? i dun really think so. ai zai? comm'on. nobody knows wad are u thinking abt. FUCK. just hope that someone would just come over and offer me his/her shoulders.. so i can just cry on. i'm such a wimp. yay. FUCK that. i just hope that i can just break down n cry my heart out and wet my entire bed... i just hope that i can just cry and someone would come over and offer me tissue... yeah man. HOPES. DREAMS. FUCK that. now i'm thinking. do i have true frens who would do so? yeah. try again man. just wish that i can fucking die. and dont have to gif a fuck abt such things. just wished that i didnt have to know it in the first place.its hard to keep a secret. FUCK. but i dont seem that i have a choice. do i? the smiling me. that guy who's always smiling... is he really that carefree and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110224985557393943?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110224985557393943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110224985557393943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110224985557393943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110224985557393943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/tears.html' title='tears.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763354.post-110224497532124266</id><published>2004-12-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:09:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf man. life just sux this days.</title><content type='html'>well. fever these days. sick. then wad. i have to stay in msia. just cuz of family prob. ok fine with that. well. played bball with Ron, and Ah Yau din wake up. =\ and when me n ron went for lunch, my fever got worse, and we were forced to pack the pizza home. well, din eat much anyways. then my dad reached home, and left again. then when he reached home again, i just had my bath and wanted to start up Ron's PS2, which would be left at my house for this week. yay man, u rox. but later my dad called me to take in the clothes, and i have no fukin clue where to put it. i asked him , and din get a good ans. so i just left it at the sofa.. and he scolded me for that. FINE. i placed it in my sis's room. then i played the PS2. and he scolded me for not folding it. wtf?! its going to be taken to be ironed, why need to fold?! argh, then say that i'm not auto.. and said, "aiya, u can go do the most dumb thing la. go clear the rubbish." WTF. i would just start swearing and stuff. yeah. FUCK man. 3 more days like that. wtf. and he said, "i think i just give you money to survive this few days la." wtf loh. cb.think  i'm so much of a money person, eh? yeah man. i so love money that i dun gif a fuck of my house. yeah. so wad the fuck did i stay in msia for? i can just go back to SG and enjoy with my friends,  yeah? fuck. so yeah? nb..... damn pissed loh. arghz. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110224497532124266?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110224497532124266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110224497532124266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110224497532124266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110224497532124266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/wtf-man-life-just-sux-this-days.html' title='wtf man. life just sux this days.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110201644999202658</id><published>2004-12-03T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T03:40:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please dont read. u'll regret.</title><content type='html'>easier said than done. so what have i been doing? trying to live in mah stride? yeah man. suck that. yay. hmmm. so tell me.. am I in love again? No, and I dont want to. I wanna take a walk in my own park. Just think it over. Yeah. No more such stuff. But am I able? Hmmm.. well. 4 words. I dont seem to. yay. I roxxor. oh. no. its SUXXOR. yay! =) hmmm. yay. life sucks. yay. and i am living in such a life. yay. 3am. and i dont even feel tired. and i've killed like.. 3 to 4 mosquitoes. yay. KILL. EXTERMINATE MOSQUITOES. yay. they sucks. just get outta my life!! erm. yeah. Another mosquito just flew by. damn. missed that. Shucks. wtf. wtf. wtf. wtf. so fuked up. and pissed. About? yeah. About me. about myself. about my habits. about my mind. fuk man. yay. so am i in love again? fuk that. ccb. just get the fuk out my life! yay. fuk. omg. so many fuks. yay. i might break the record that south park held. yay. its.. 385 in 2 hours right? yay. fuk. just so hate myself. haix. yeah yeah. "Take it in ur own stride.. dont think too much.. just live on as u can.. and forget abt it.." FUCK. that sounded so familiar. oh. i told someone? yay. i think so. yeah. fuk. and can someone tell me that so i can call you to fuk off? oh. i just told myself to fuk off. yay. i rox. yeah. sux life. fuk that. yay. first time seeing me so pissed off? yeah. be amazed. i'm pissed at myself. yay. fuk that. fuk life. and gimme a road, so i can walk. yeah. yay. fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk. i am so fuking pissed abt myself. yay. fuk life. fuk u. yay. =D oh. yeah. FUCK. yay. i am just so fuked man. i'm gonna take a good slp. and just hope that everything just fuk off. yay. fuk fuk fuk. i am so abusing it. i'm such a scrubber. fuk fuk fuk. gonna take a good slp. and wake up forgetting that this issue actaully exist.... yeah. FUCK THAT! u really think so? yeah. FUCK UR FUCKING MIND. yay. FUCK. yay. fuk fuk fuk. and i just feel so.. released? yay. FUCK. oh. time to keep this short. with just 7 letters, in 2 words. FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110201644999202658?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110201644999202658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110201644999202658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110201644999202658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110201644999202658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-dont-read-ull-regret.html' title='please dont read. u&apos;ll regret.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110199158078294020</id><published>2004-12-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:14:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed-up life.</title><content type='html'>Damn. This few days i've been swearing vulagrities and stuff... I shouldn't have done. And I need to change!! Hmmm, most likely its some fault of my ego? haha.. well. time to drop back into my life again... no more other crap's gonna irritate me... and gonna control my temper. AGAIN. yeah. I can do it once, why not twice? yeah, I can, shall, and WILL survive. (Looks at Unitians and smile. =D) yeah. No more vulagrities. No more self-reprimanding. No more blaming others. I'm gotta take life in my stride and rock on!! haha.. oh. Chin Sien... yeah. Thanks alots. U roxxor. =D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\ o / {yay!}&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/7763354-110199158078294020?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110199158078294020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110199158078294020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110199158078294020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110199158078294020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/12/screwed-up-life.html' title='Screwed-up life.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110174984412947826</id><published>2004-11-30T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:37:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf is wrong wid the world.</title><content type='html'>Well, basically i asked this girl's number and stuff.. basically it was proven futile when she told her friend that i wanted her friend's number... what?! ok, fine if u dun wanna gimme.. but what was that for? was damn ps then. but well. ignts. thought that was the worst stuff that could happen. but i was proven wrong again. why she dun wanna gimme? Simple reason. I have a small build and i look like a 14-yr-old. WHAT?! omg, pple have been saying that i look like 18. cool. now someone comes ard and says that i look young. That young. omG. what is wrong with the world now man. life sux, well. and i just realised that. yeah. screw life. screw you. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110174984412947826?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110174984412947826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110174984412947826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110174984412947826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110174984412947826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/11/wtf-is-wrong-wid-world.html' title='wtf is wrong wid the world.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-110165568123020763</id><published>2004-11-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:28:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still goes on, yeah?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, had quite a nice day on Sat, went for the team tourney.. and got 3rd placing! But haix.. I was always the one who had made the losses... esp to Team GAROU(Won 5-1)!! tmd.. cuz after the match i just clear my throat.. then Ace said, "U got no rights to say anyhing. Cuz U lost." dammit. JBI man. That doesnt also give u the right to say such things. =\ But well, guess its all the crowd.. and i was pretty nervous. Basically din win much.. except from X3. MUAHAHA. LUNZ, i own ur ass for JP! and Aheda.. yeah. For Lot 1 and the warm ups. (lol) Well, eventually i realised that i couldnt play well cuz the hori was on my laps... and i needed something hard to hold onto the hori. Last 2 matches i placed it on the floor, and I won one. Hey! At least the JF Throw came out from RC! MuAhaha. =D Maxi just roxxor. And I just realised. Team Beng (my team) uses Low-Tier Chars... Yunsung (lowest tier), Maxi (2nd Lowest tier), and NM(bottom mid-tier). Yeah, and we won the 3rd place. yaay! haha =D but... not all things are perfect. just ended it with wl.. i guess its all my fault though. and dun wanna make things worse but continuing. well. gotta be gh3Y for sometime. hmmm. Maxi 11B!!! I KILLED LUNZ WITH THE DOUBLE DIDDLOS!!!! MUAHAHAHHA!!! 11B!!!! okok, Aheda took away 50% with 2A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. Aheda. rmb 1K? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-110165568123020763?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/110165568123020763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=110165568123020763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110165568123020763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/110165568123020763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-still-goes-on-yeah.html' title='Life still goes on, yeah?'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109810819583666447</id><published>2004-10-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:03:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Cool. What a long time since I've blogged. Time has passed. Things have changed. And that's life. Well, getting back the prelim results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English       C5&lt;br /&gt;Chinese      B4 *O lvls&lt;br /&gt;Physics      A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology       A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;E Maths     B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad abt my maths.. and esp. my eng. well, i better work hard, before some jackass pushes me into the dumps. =) Well. that person sucks. haha. =D&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/7763354-109810819583666447?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109810819583666447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109810819583666447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109810819583666447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109810819583666447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109246013462821305</id><published>2004-08-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:08:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings for a friend that I've known for only a day.</title><content type='html'>I was playing basketball in the evening, eventually I suffered an injury in a part of the game, then I had to rest. Later, I was looking at a game, for 2 guys and 4 girls, evenly spread. Then some guys were making jokes of a guy, who looked like a girl, had the soft look and stuff. Heard he nearly cried. Then we made friends after the game, basically in a even game, that is. All I want to tell him is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother not of what people say,&lt;br /&gt;Bother not of what people feel.&lt;br /&gt;For you are living for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Not for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Do well, and ask them.&lt;br /&gt;If I am what you call a sissy,&lt;br /&gt;Then what are you if you lose to me?&lt;br /&gt;Faggot? Pure Girl? Lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Ain't it true?&lt;br /&gt;So I ask, does it hurt more to do well for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Or to be called that, for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109246013462821305?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109246013462821305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109246013462821305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109246013462821305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109246013462821305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/feelings-for-friend-that-ive-known-for.html' title='Feelings for a friend that I&apos;ve known for only a day.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109231476630830353</id><published>2004-08-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:46:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O" Level Mother Tongue Results Released!</title><content type='html'>Weee. The results are finally out. Maybe I can pass a sigh now, at least I've managed a B4. =) Oh well, I'm contented with that! =) I was actually thinking that a C5 or C6 would be alright, but B4 is definately great! =P Well, for those who didn't get their expected grades.. Don't be sad. There's always next time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109231476630830353?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109231476630830353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109231476630830353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109231476630830353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109231476630830353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/o-level-mother-tongue-results-released.html' title='&quot;O&quot; Level Mother Tongue Results Released!'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109213817579539011</id><published>2004-08-10T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:47:07.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.</title><content type='html'>Damn, I feel so restless nowadays! I can't possibly afford to do so! Oh well, guess I'll really need to buck up. Skipped lessons because I felt restless... Damn. I need the motivation! Hmmm. Watched the 5 worst dunks in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;Cedric Ceballos in 1992, with a blindfold dunk.&lt;br /&gt;But the commentators doesn't believe it, because he knew where the pole was when he landed! Kinda makes sense, until another commentator said that the poles are always at the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;Tim Perry in 1993, windmill dunk.&lt;br /&gt;Single windmill dunk. Unenthuasitic. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;Larry Lughes in 2000, not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;Some under the legs alley-oop dunk. In other words, baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;-- Strike One! Ball flies out of court&lt;br /&gt;-- Strike Two! Ball hits board, but flies over Larry.&lt;br /&gt;-- Strike Three! Ball hits board, but flies over Larry, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;You're OUT! NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf in 1993, 3 pointer whiff alley dunk.&lt;br /&gt;A three point whiff, attempts a mid-air windmill dunk! He's a good shooter! He's a good guy! Maybe he shouldn't have came. He hasn't got any dunks in, and he won't. Duh, it flew off the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Darrel Armstrong in 1996, Air Reverse.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it is the "best". He's not alone! He runs in and jumps... and went for a lay-up? NO! You can't do a lay-up in a dunk contest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109213817579539011?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109213817579539011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109213817579539011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109213817579539011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109213817579539011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-day.html' title='What a day.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109171057245321194</id><published>2004-08-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T20:56:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg. A Maths. Paranoia.</title><content type='html'>Omg. I'm so going to fail my A Maths Mock Exam. F. Basically I'm not even able to finish. Goddammit. Guess I'll have to go all the way. ALL. But at least my Chemistry is not bad, at least I can do all of it, but I'm just not sure of the structures. haha. Well. I've got History to study. China and Cold War. And something else. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109171057245321194?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109171057245321194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109171057245321194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109171057245321194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109171057245321194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/omg-maths-paranoia.html' title='Omg. A Maths. Paranoia.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109162286489638494</id><published>2004-08-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:34:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn. Slacking?!</title><content type='html'>Guess what!? Tomorrow there's Chemistry and A Maths test! And I've not prepared! I most likely have to burn some midnight oil later. haha. I'm such an owl. I only study in the night. =X Maybe owls don't even study. =\ Well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109162286489638494?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109162286489638494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109162286489638494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109162286489638494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109162286489638494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/damn-slacking.html' title='Damn. Slacking?!'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109153556734471248</id><published>2004-08-03T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:19:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn.. Today is real bad.. I've not started on my revision on ANYTHING. Was at Mac with Weiling... But couldn't really study due to the bad atmosphere there. Not conducive. Nevermind, I'll probably study in the Learning Centre one of these days. =) Lol. I so studious! Maybe I'm not me after all. Haha. Guess I'll have to study for my Mock Exams tomorrow. Chemistry Test and Additional Mathematics Mock Exam on Thursday, History Mock Exam on Friday. After the National Day Celebration. Damn. I'll rather I do my work then. Haix. Nvm.. Haha. I So feel like studying nowadays. Tension? Pressure? Stress? Nope. It's cause I'm bored stiff. haha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109153556734471248?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109153556734471248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109153556734471248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109153556734471248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109153556734471248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-bad-day.html' title='Another Bad Day!'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109145115828626021</id><published>2004-08-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:52:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of the Past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I were to ask you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the worst thing you've regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For not asking a babe or hunk for her/his number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For not doing something at a certain point of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe that's what most people would say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without thinking much, of what's really regretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If the clock can go backwards.&lt;br /&gt;I shall hesitate not to give up things for the occurence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If time can go back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would untie all knots present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All unfamilarity being appeared in other's faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To let everyone who knows me know that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is never too hard to live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its harder to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To give up, would show everything being erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a person to accept such a deal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seems easy at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But is never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To hold yourself together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To walk on the path of life together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hand in Hand with each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is always possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God won't give us a dead end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is a road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That wouldn't simply end as it wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yean Choi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you can rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the decision made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hold no qualms about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we are indeed sad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll remember you, for a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a good rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109145115828626021?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109145115828626021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109145115828626021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109145115828626021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109145115828626021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/memories-of-past.html' title='Memories of the Past.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109133897074973063</id><published>2004-08-02T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T13:42:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great things come together, At least I hope they do. =)</title><content type='html'>Finally! My dad has gave me a Nokia 6600! weEeEEe. So happy. But my pre-paid card has no money! =\ Hmmm,  just hope my mom tops it up. Hmmm, did my household chores, Maybe go get a bath, and start my work at 2. Hmmm... But 6600 definately doesn't like me. I don't know how to operate the Predictive Text, but at least I figured the Shortcut keys after a day. =) Well, having tuition at 5p.m. later. Ok, Bath time! =D Hope more good things happen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Always!                                                                                                                                     -Azide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109133897074973063?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109133897074973063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109133897074973063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109133897074973063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109133897074973063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/08/great-things-come-together-at-least-i.html' title='Great things come together, At least I hope they do. =)'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109102030953705382</id><published>2004-07-29T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:11:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a great, sick day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick today, but went out with Weiling today... And definately felt better... Won Cindy at pool again. WeeEe. haha... Did a E Maths full paper today, got 69/80 for Paper 1, 68/100 for paper 2. Overall is 77. Not bad, but I really need improvement in Geometry figures and Loci. Hmmm.. 1 week and 2 days had passed after that sad incident, but I at least starting to get over it.. Hope all my friends will too. =) Going for another paper, after listening to Jay's new song, Qi Li Xiang. Sent by Terence. Greatest buddy on Earth. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109102030953705382?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109102030953705382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109102030953705382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109102030953705382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109102030953705382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-great-sick-day.html' title='Had a great, sick day.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109097745091395506</id><published>2004-07-28T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T09:17:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn... having a sick day today.. That's so uncool. Missing all the lessons and fun in school.. But at least I can sleep to 9. haha. But still. I'm mooooooody and have a stomachache. Most probably due to the milk I've drunk in the morning. hmmm.... ok. Gotta get my breakfast and medicine, then Homework. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile Always. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109097745091395506?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109097745091395506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109097745091395506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109097745091395506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109097745091395506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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-7763354.post-109091346420444086</id><published>2004-07-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:31:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Of Blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously I didn't know or cared about how this thing works, but when I was walking home from school today, 27/07/04, I suddenly thought of Blogspot.com. amazing? No idea. Anyways, I'm just testing how this works. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763354-109091346420444086?l=azide3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/feeds/109091346420444086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763354&amp;postID=109091346420444086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109091346420444086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763354/posts/default/109091346420444086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azide3.blogspot.com/2004/07/start-of-blogspot.html' title='Start Of Blogspot.'/><author><name>azide.3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17375181319714222240</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>
