<?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-2009762575420166704</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:01:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak &amp; Triumph</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2193433908355417120</id><published>2011-10-03T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:45:10.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts and Other Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>Was doing some thinking as I laid back (or failed to do so) on a 98 degree upright chair, with the air temperature probably around nine degrees. No lie, it is 9 degrees right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, was thinking about doubts and stuff along that line. The previous week were full of doubts; stuff like, "What if I can't do the test?", "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" and even "What if they don't miss me?" .  At first, I thought it was just me being selfish, always thinking about what's in it for me. And that was basically true, it was just me finding problems out of nothing, and it got the better of me (to a certain extent).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes doubts can be seen as shadows casted out by some figment imagination that we create when everything seems to be going well. Can you believe that, we even question when things DO go well. Yeap, you're right, I have no idea as to where I'm going with this post. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I was sitting out on the balcony, taking time to just stop worrying about everything, I asked for a reason certain specific doubts ever came to be in the first place. I was met with an answer: A guy came out of nowhere singing, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5hN_m55uoM&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;Here I Am To Worship&lt;/a&gt; ". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude had some mighty faith... Back to the point..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy showed me more in 5 seconds of listening to him than in the past 7 days I was wondering why I was filled with all these doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no faith in the future, and that I cared too much about what people thought about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess doubts will always be there so as long as there is something good going for anyone. The important thing is to go with the flow and let everything happen because it's suppose to, and not because of what we perceive as "should happen". And who cares about what other people think about us? If everybody tried to follow people's expectations, what's there left for people like them to do anyway? Whether they miss me or not, when I get back there, I know I'll be welcomed back, and good times will roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the doubt about mutual feelings, I can't say much about that anymore and I think I'm done questioning every aspect about it. But damn, she looked beautiful today. Technically, today is a new day already, so what i meant was yesterday. Uh, stupid DST...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2193433908355417120?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2193433908355417120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2193433908355417120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2193433908355417120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2193433908355417120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/10/doubts-and-other-shenanigans.html' title='Doubts and Other Shenanigans'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1793778062600041026</id><published>2011-10-02T06:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:48:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts"</title><content type='html'>Call it what you want, but this is what it is for what it is. Confusing much? Yeap. LOL. Anyway, here we go again. Read this, and decided to re-post it, seeing as though I hardly ever post anything up anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you one thing that you might not know that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes are brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your personality is verging on &lt;i&gt;whack crazy&lt;/i&gt; meets &lt;i&gt;fact sheets&lt;/i&gt; that you sometimes share and then stop mid-way because you think it makes you sound like a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your laugh is beyond this world and is one of the most attractive things about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your tongue is sharp, but you still make your words as kind as possible. You don't see a lot of that nowadays, and that's something to be appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything about you is not what it seems to be; many people don't see the real you, but sometimes, I'd like to say that I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why i don't understand the reason you say that you're fat or that you talk too much. It's honestly every thing that makes me smile when I think about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But out of all the things that I've written, I always, always go back to your big, brown eyes. As corny as this whole thing is, it's about to get worse: God definitely must have spent a little more time on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this I know, when your brown eyes looked into mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyway, I'm done and slightly hungover. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1793778062600041026?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1793778062600041026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1793778062600041026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1793778062600041026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1793778062600041026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant-get-this-off-twitters-linked.html' title='&quot;A drunk man&apos;s words are a sober man&apos;s thoughts&quot;'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2656027217929772833</id><published>2011-05-27T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:19:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Eight Year Old Man</title><content type='html'>It's been a good couple weeks since I've written anything in here. School work and work has been taking up most of my free time, but it feels great to finally say that most of it has been finished and now I can finally post something new up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And posting something on this particular day makes this post even more special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried constructing sentences to open the post, but it usually ends with frantic backspacing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, it's my Dad's birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gemini. I think a friend of mine once told me that Geminis were very hot tempered or something, and my Dad was no exception. It was so easy to tick him off (ask my sister) and that temper instilled fear into the people he worked with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all that fear, nobody doubted who Thomas Song was. Yes, he was a hot head, but he always came through. i would go to the place he worked and people would still be talking about him; about the great person he was. One account was that he came in early one time, and sat at the reception desk, which was facing the doors to the company. As the employees of the company came in, he would greet them one by one with a smile. For those who came late, let's just say they didn't get such a warm greeting as the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, people knew him as the manager of a company, that one guy you don't fuck around with. People might say that they know him, but I can guarantee that they never had the chance of knowing him like how my family and I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, he was Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a time when everything was more simple, when the most worrisome thought my generation had was whether the school's computer lab would allow us to play Red Alert 2, I knew for a fact that when that school bell rang, I was coming home to rest, and come 5.00pm, I would always expect a call from a father who had been working 8 hours and still wanted to know if the family needed anything before coming back home to a hug and a kiss from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would sit at the dinner table, without his shirt (LIKE A BOSS) and would listen to my mother talk. He would then proceed to break his silence by asking me how was my day. After dinner, he gets cleaned up and finishes up any work brought back from home and proceed to his bed where he would watch the news and proceeds to fall asleep within the following five minutes, only to wake up and hug me and my mom before proceeding to go back to his dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the weekends, he would check his email to read the word of God and sometimes he'd share something with me(if i wake up as early as he does). the family would then go to the market where he'd just buy a shit ton of stuff and the rest of the afternoon would consist of him, my mom and our maid cooking a storm up. Dad never understood what "more than enough" meant when he cooked for us, so my mum would always have to eat extra to ensure the fridge would never overfill. the evenings would consist of him taking time out with the family, or call my sister who at the time was in Australia. We'd pass the phone around, he'd never not show a smile on his face when he sees one of us talking to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the last few days of 2002, things were not looking up. I saw my father walk down a couple of stairs, pale and tired. Yet, he still took us out to see the capital. Though tired and in pain, he still brought us shopping at an adjacent mall. he'd tell me "Go and see the toys. I sit here for a while". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When 2003 arrived, he told us, "I'd never think I'd see 2003". No one can imagine the sadness we all felt as he said that. But the good Lord gave him a couple more days, and that was all anyone of us could ever ask for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days I was so worried that everytime he'd fall asleep in his chair, I'd go up to him to see if he was still breathing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was able to witness my mum get another year older before he went back Home. And, honestly, ever since then, life changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would've been 58 today. I wouldn't even be in Kuching anymore if he was here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize if I'm bumming you guys out, but loss like this, never heals over time. 8 years on and it still hurts. Angels like him never really stay on Earth too long anyway. I guess everything happens for a reason. I would've never become the person I am if it wasn't for him. 11 years having a father like that, and he has taught me so many things. And he's an amazing father and always will be one. I mean, seriously, if there was a Fathers Hall of Fame, he would be in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He died a man with many illnesses, but he lives on as the best father anyone could ever ask for. He got me playing an instrument I can;t seem to get enough of anymore, he got me a life growing up I could only dream of, but most importantly, he gave me himself; a guy who said,"Screw you stereotypical strong father image never shows love for anyone" and showed his family that he loved them every single day he was blessed to walk this Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to you is to promise you that God willing I get to have my own family, I will become a father just as kick-ass as you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2656027217929772833?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2656027217929772833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2656027217929772833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2656027217929772833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2656027217929772833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/05/50-eight-year-old-man.html' title='The 50 Eight Year Old Man'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6935169443518248495</id><published>2011-04-22T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:58:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendboat, geddit? *derp</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, seeing it's 22/4 where I'm at, Happy Good Friday! Read an interesting re-tweet this morning and it went something like ow we don't see the good in bad circumstances, and he related it to Good Friday, and it kinda made some sense. I don't know, thought I'd share that with you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thought'd I'd touch on friendship today. BTW, did anyone get the title? No? LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendships are among the many things in life that keep us sane. You can have a bad day and these amazing group of people can instantly cheer you up without them knowing about it. Whether it's friends from elementary school, high school, college or even someone you thought you'd have a connection with on a friend-friend basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as you enter a new phase in life, specifically adulthood, life forces us to abandon the comfort zone we grew up in and it generally affects the friendships we have with said friends. Let's be honest guys, how many of us have actually kept contact with our friends from our high school days/ college days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say that it is part and parcel of life, but some people do let go of friendships for all the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't understand why or how some people can forget their friends when things get better for them, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really human instinct to let go of something good and beautiful when you have a deal to get paradise? Or in this case a better friend? I never intended to make this post about me, but as I think about it, I know for a fact that I'm not a perfect friend but I make damn sure that none of my friends get left behind no matter what circumstances. Sure, it'll take a while for it to hit me that I should whenever I am out and I see two or three people missing from the group, but I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it sucks to lose a really close friend to such a situation. At the end of the day, all we can do is make a decision: be loyal and wait it out as the pain carries on with you OR call them out and move on. Either way, it will suck balls deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO whoever is going through this problem, this is for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;b&gt;You are amazingly beautiful. You want to know the reason? The fact that you took the time to realize what is going on with your friend, searched for your current situation on a search engine and got this half-butt explanation post about it means that you care, even if you were blog jumping and read this. And for that, you're just amazing. Times are hard now, BUT it will end. Just remember, it's hard to see the good in the bad circumstances. So, take this time, go out, party (responsibly if you're old enough), have fun. And eventually, you'll find the strength (which is NOT FOUND AT THE BOTTOM OF A BEER BOTTLE or cig stick) to find a solution to the problem. But the important thing is to know that you're definitely not alone in this&lt;/b&gt;. I mean hey, if this sad sack of poop can get through this, the chances of you getting through it too is off the charts high. =)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if I seem like a dumbass, writing all this, expecting people to comment and give it good reviews, I really don't. I felt like shiz when I thought I was losing my close friend and I only wished someone said the above to me. And you know what, you guys deserve to be told that. So, any life I managed to make feel better, even just for the time they had their browser on the blog, it's better than all the followers, good reviews and spam messages in my chat box combined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;seriously, did anyone get the title? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6935169443518248495?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6935169443518248495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6935169443518248495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6935169443518248495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6935169443518248495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/04/friendboat-geddit-derp.html' title='Friendboat, geddit? *derp'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1401761091510646338</id><published>2011-04-08T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:38:35.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NumNumNumNum</title><content type='html'>Judging by some of my more recent posts, one can say that it has indeed been a weird 2011 thus far. I'm not going to bitch and moan about how how so-and-so fucked up this-and-that&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking..."&lt;i&gt;thank God it's not another post about you being all sad and shit&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(skip to *** section if you do not wish to read explanation of sad days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess everybody has their terribad days. There's only so much one person can take, and if it means that he or she has to vent out some emo post every once in a while to sustain a sense of mental sanity, so be it, right? Hell, that's one of the many reasons why people create blogs anyway: to say something, without actually literally saying it, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who is anybody to say "&lt;i&gt;ohh, you can't type that kind of sad stuff on the Net, bleurgh huh...*derp&lt;/i&gt;". If you don't like content from a certain blog, then just don't read it. Don't have to be a troll. SO, I implore anyone to use their blogs the way they see fit, bearing in mind the obvious set of COMMON SENSE RULES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, I got another thing to type out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was going through the whole, &lt;i&gt;terrible feeling &lt;/i&gt; phase for about the first three months of 2011, I was obviously sort of depressed. I would get up from bed pretty early to do some stuff, come back, surf the Web, if not, I would be in classes, eat lunch, eat dinner and go to bed. While each of these activities happen, I couldn't help but feel angry and sad. I was confused and utterly disappointed in finding myself in this predicament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoom to April, and things are a lot better now. Things with friends, things with university stuff, mostly all important aspects of my life are doing pretty well. Occasionally, factors which come from the outside will piss me off and, honestly, I kinda find myself not being as easily agitated. at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fight with someone recently, and that led to the post below this one. Despite pulling off an image of myself being very down, I could not really feel angry or bothered by it, or at least not as much as I thought I would be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I start to wonder, after months of crazy sadness, combined with the random packets of sadness I have encountered over the past 19 years, have I finally turned into someone who has become somewhat numb towards emotional issues?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, if someone I know is having a bad day and wants to find me for comfort, I'll be their awesome teddy bear, I'm just saying like, numb towards my own emotional woes, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sort of a good thing. I wouldn't have to get pissed off every time something bad happens anymore and I guess I can control my temper a bit better. The cons is that I may not be able to take certain stuff as serious as they should be taken anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is too soon to tell whether this numbness will stay or go away. Like I've said, the past few days have been good. But one thing is for sure, instead of wondering too much about this numbness, I'll just get to steppin' with life, see where it goes and if I learn something along the way, I'll be sure to share it over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post something else soon. Thanks for reading!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1401761091510646338?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1401761091510646338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1401761091510646338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1401761091510646338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1401761091510646338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/04/numnumnumnum.html' title='NumNumNumNum'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3842960764369963890</id><published>2011-04-04T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:49:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Ride, Take It Easy</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been feeling as though time has been passing really slowly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would text a friend and it will feel like an hour until I receive a reply from the dude, and it was actually more like 5 minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once told me that when time passes us by quickly, it's usually because we're busy doing something and with all that concentration on said task, we never realise how much time we spend on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, judging by this theory, it only makes sense if time slows down because there's nothing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing a couple assignments for my course, and have been keeping myself busy with random activities, and yet, it doesn't feel as though time is moving fast at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I don't enjoy all these activities, I kinda do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wonder whether I even want time to move by me faster. I mean, I'm leaving in a couple months for a new place, not really looking forward to what is in store in terms of education stuff, in the near future and a few other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me or something. It's been pretty effed up lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been a couple rough weeks. Things have been getting slightly better, but nonetheless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never have I felt this powerless, this unmotivated to do anything, and honestly, it bothers me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this say about me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, all I need right now is either a warm bed and a nice cool room or a nice hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hug sounds better. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3842960764369963890?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3842960764369963890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3842960764369963890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3842960764369963890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3842960764369963890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/04/slow-ride-take-it-easy.html' title='Slow Ride, Take It Easy'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4330827764627272050</id><published>2011-04-01T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:33:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;how all that matters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4330827764627272050?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4330827764627272050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4330827764627272050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4330827764627272050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4330827764627272050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-matters.html' title='What Matters'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7792790796802586769</id><published>2011-03-25T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:58:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time You Run - Manafest feat. Trevor McNevan</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iPFiC9GPyJ4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time you run away, every time you hide your face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it feels so far away, I'm right here with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7792790796802586769?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7792790796802586769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7792790796802586769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7792790796802586769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7792790796802586769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-time-you-run-manafest-feat-trevor.html' title='Every Time You Run - Manafest feat. Trevor McNevan'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iPFiC9GPyJ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6132220900887406816</id><published>2011-03-24T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:35:10.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It sucks when a girl is standing at the corner and does not have a group for an assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks when i see a man cry, be it in the movies or in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to see a son and a father smile at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to see other friends talk and boast about their relationship while i listen and ONLY listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to hear a friend complain that the games on their new consoles are loading slowly when most people don't even have a Play Station 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite having many things that suck (*insert inappropriate joke hereee), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The only thing that kills me is to see you say you're fine when you're not and not be able to do anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yyyeahh, you're probably telling yourself "Geez, I'm fine already. It was nothing much what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But lately, it has felt as if I've lost my temper and my mojo (wtf), and most importantly the connection I had with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;whatever it is, you have an extra set of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; jokes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;songs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;phone call minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yogurt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;visits, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lungs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Skype calls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;crazy times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if you need them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and you'll always have someone to catch you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or at least try to, fall on the floor as well and laugh my ass off with ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6132220900887406816?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6132220900887406816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6132220900887406816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6132220900887406816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6132220900887406816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/behind-scenes.html' title='What Kills.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8320849327639702339</id><published>2011-03-16T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:13:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times Are Rollin' Like a Mother..</title><content type='html'>It's come to the point where I'm turning into the person I hate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a total jackass right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'm overlooking a situation that actually is not harmful to anyone. Or maybe I'm not taking it seriously enough. meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i know is that the days are getting longer, shenanigans are getting stupider by the day and i don't know who to turn to anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feels as though i've lost my faith, some friends and ultimately, myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess everything happens for a reason right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to stay optimistic when you can't even give yourself a reason to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try again later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8320849327639702339?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8320849327639702339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8320849327639702339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8320849327639702339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8320849327639702339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-times-are-rollin-like-mother.html' title='Bad Times Are Rollin&apos; Like a Mother..'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5863194870890168257</id><published>2011-03-09T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:24:47.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Auburn</title><content type='html'>I have been searching far and wide for this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote it back in March 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very amateur English (terri-bad). But nonetheless, from the sincerest corner in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Her eyes, filled in with auburn,&lt;br /&gt;A color so often shun upon,&lt;br /&gt;Yet through her eyes, you find a reason,&lt;br /&gt;To see through the colour and notice the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes, they tell so many stories,&lt;br /&gt;Her moments in life, her defeats, her glories.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes they tell she has wept many tears,&lt;br /&gt;Caused by the tongues of her enemies,&lt;br /&gt;and of the gift of laughter she received from her peers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes, they will en-cage you with every brush,&lt;br /&gt;Of her eyelashes, bringing your chatty self to a humble hush,&lt;br /&gt;A practice she does, very, very well,&lt;br /&gt;With a stare into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;from your body the Devil she expels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes, they sparkle at the sight of twilight,&lt;br /&gt;The same goes when she closes her eyes for the night,&lt;br /&gt;All this I can only imagine, all this I have learned,&lt;br /&gt;From the girl who has eyes, filled in with auburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5863194870890168257?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5863194870890168257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5863194870890168257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5863194870890168257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5863194870890168257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/with-auburn.html' title='With Auburn'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-706478022421073219</id><published>2011-03-07T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:05:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;he wants to stop but he can't ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;he just tries﻿ to look for reaons ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;he is not the one that broke her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;not the one she has to fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;but things go in this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;the fear is the worst thing that two lovers can face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;he just tries to look for reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Here Is Gone - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Pretty good stuff right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-706478022421073219?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/706478022421073219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=706478022421073219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/706478022421073219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/706478022421073219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-wants-to-stop-but-he-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1733392441089085001</id><published>2011-02-12T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:15:42.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream-mare</title><content type='html'>Damn, I had this pretty bad dream where I had to send a friend off to KL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know, KL City is the capital of the country I'm currently living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now normally, be it in a dream or reality, I wouldn't get emotional when someone leaves no matter how close they are to me. But in this dream, i could not come to bring myself to not be sad, cause for some reason, I knew that I was pretty much losing my friend  with every step she takes into the terminal. It just felt as though she was going on to start a new life and I was going to be left behind as just a memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it was just one of those dreams where you never want to have and dread waking up from because of the panic, heart-throbbing feeling you get once you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are dreams a way of bracing ourselves for something bigger in the future or just a fictitious story created by our mind inspired by what we truly desire and dread?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1733392441089085001?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1733392441089085001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1733392441089085001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1733392441089085001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1733392441089085001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-mare.html' title='Dream-mare'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3950579990610608368</id><published>2011-01-26T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:27:56.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Quiet - Jesse Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gdzaL3V-AVk" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I actually uploaded anything onto YouTube with me doing any guitar-ing. Pretty sure that's not a word. BUT anyway, do check this out. And yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3950579990610608368?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3950579990610608368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3950579990610608368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3950579990610608368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3950579990610608368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-quiet-jesse-song.html' title='Keeping Quiet - Jesse Song'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gdzaL3V-AVk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4211696297354799911</id><published>2011-01-21T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:43:20.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>At times it does feel like things are a lot worse than they seem. Situations that once never bothered you is now sticking out like a needle pierced into your back. Ow right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is a reason for everything. When things get bad, I try to tell myself that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someone who has feelings for a girl. He would do anything for her, ya know. And these are his words: My heart jumps every time I see her name on my phone. Words don't do justice as to what happens when I actually see her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, he's been feeling very unmotivated to try start something with her. It's not to say they were or weren't signs that the attraction was mutual. He just wonders whether it was still worth it to have feelings for her only to have the repercussions lash back at himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, the girl is not a b**ch that is playing with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he told me this, I couldn't give him a straight answer. Who am I to give advice to anyone regarding this kind of issue? If anything, I should be the one getting the advice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been crushing on this girl for quite a while now and to have to go down the road of "should I" or "should I just walk away", it's not an easy one. Some of you guys might be saying, "Oh, it's easy. Move on. There's other fish in the sea. It's not like he was with her anyway". The heart wants whatever the hell the heart wants. And it is stubborn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I began to wonder if the only way out of situations like this is really through getting heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everybody likes to hear the truth ( as proven by heart being stubborn part) .But if it's forced down our throat, would that really help? In this case, sure, he'll feel sad and miss her, but maybe, just maybe, he might pull off becoming a much more happier person at the end of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't be worse than seeing him see her every once in a while and noticing how sad he gets because of said situation right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess everybody has their own way of dealing with problems. But the only thing anyone should ever remember is that if anything happens, it never happens for no reason. And no matter how painful it is to realize whatever that reason may be, it promises to make us better than we were before. Even if it kills us a bit at the beginning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4211696297354799911?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4211696297354799911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4211696297354799911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4211696297354799911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4211696297354799911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2011/01/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8488885122691844317</id><published>2010-12-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:38:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I decided to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; out on my old bad habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exact day I realised that it's been a day too long being this&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up in seclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the day i &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;stumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; upon you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it took a couple more days to realize I've&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;en for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's funny how gravity &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; worked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when everything is telling me to just &lt;b&gt;walk away&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8488885122691844317?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8488885122691844317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8488885122691844317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8488885122691844317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8488885122691844317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/art-of-falling.html' title='The Art of Falling'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1336759056380524858</id><published>2010-12-14T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:25:42.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admitting is Half the Battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be a sense often underestimated, but the one the Queen does best without trying is captivate me with her scent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, her smile takes control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, i'm in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1336759056380524858?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1336759056380524858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1336759056380524858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1336759056380524858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1336759056380524858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/admitting-is-half-battle.html' title='Admitting is Half the Battle.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6771303466950060920</id><published>2010-12-12T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:10:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Nights</title><content type='html'>Pretty sure everybody has had their fair share of terrible nights. You know, the nights where you cannot stop thinking about something bad or the night where you had a major fight with your significant other. Sometimes you just cannot stop yourself from thinking about the bad memory or experience over and over again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that thinking may lead to some outburst of emotion eventually, but most of the times, after that brief adrenalized segment, we get tired and just fall to sleep. Call it a science process, but I like to think of it as our mind's way of giving us a free pass and letting us get through the night by sleeping it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I'm not sure if I take this way too seriously, but, I also look at it as a way to just run away from acknowledging that: "Hey, it's not gonna be a good night because so and so. So instead of thinking about it, try get some sleep and tomorrow may be better".  Yes, running away doesn't solve anything, but when you know that the reason you're down is coming from something that's gonna happen then and there whether you like it or not, what choice could you think of? I mean, realistically (and probably synical?) the problem has weakened your mind somewhat, so would you have the strength to go on to better things on that particular night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just saying. Life is unfair. And our mind knows that. So maybe in some way, the mind protects us from harm "subconcsciously". I mean, heck, the mind is known for protecting us by sometimes letting us see or hear things we only want to see or hear as opposed to reality, ya know? I know "subconcsiously" is spelled wrongly and is probably not the right word. Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line is personally I do not know whether this is  a blessing in disguise to get through the night, or just another cheap way of finding a way around a problem. Even worse, a problem that kills me 'cause i know it's out of my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always the nights that get you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6771303466950060920?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6771303466950060920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6771303466950060920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6771303466950060920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6771303466950060920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/those-nights.html' title='Those Nights'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1093426954607477622</id><published>2010-12-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:15:59.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always forgot if we were allowed a wish during Christmas or New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my wish for this year's Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same thing as last year's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1093426954607477622?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1093426954607477622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1093426954607477622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1093426954607477622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1093426954607477622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-always-forgot-if-we-were-allowed-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1736096085563032156</id><published>2010-12-04T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:09:04.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never has 8 words made anything seem as impossible&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; as they have now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1736096085563032156?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1736096085563032156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1736096085563032156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1736096085563032156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1736096085563032156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-has-8-words-made-anything-seem-as.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7740259805736059167</id><published>2010-11-21T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:12:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift You Could Give Anyone is Yourself</title><content type='html'>To love someone, and I mean, really love someone, is to swallow that damn pride of yours and put their happiness before yours. And even if you don't and can't show it, show it through the small things, be it a hug when he/she needs it, splurging on something they'd enjoy eating, or just spending some time with them without expectations, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift you could give anyone is yourself, wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've repeated this little fact a thousand times on my blog. But human being human, we tend to forget these simple sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A public service announcement paid by the Monopoly Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7740259805736059167?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7740259805736059167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7740259805736059167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7740259805736059167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7740259805736059167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/11/greatest-gift-you-could-give-anyone-is.html' title='The Greatest Gift You Could Give Anyone is Yourself'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3921786653075107310</id><published>2010-11-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:41:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;We delight in the promise of falling for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We crumble in the dread of falling from love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything falls.&lt;br /&gt;                              Everything falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3921786653075107310?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3921786653075107310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3921786653075107310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3921786653075107310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3921786653075107310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/11/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5865286048454683175</id><published>2010-10-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:05:46.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotion constipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/ccoB39"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5865286048454683175?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5865286048454683175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5865286048454683175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5865286048454683175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5865286048454683175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/emotion-constipation.html' title='emotion constipation'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-915837071613545344</id><published>2010-10-24T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:28:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never really understood what love meant until I met this one couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been one since 2006(?) and they've loved each other like I've never seen before. Yeah, they had their share of fights and the occasional "we need a break" moments but what made me learn more about love is the fact that they always got together every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it kind of makes sense sometimes. If you love somebody and you guys are taking some time off, you would want to get back together should the opportunity present itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after hundreds of days, sometimes realizing that it's a done deal is probably better, scratch that, it IS better. It'll hurt but every thing doesn't happen for no reason right? For my case, i think I'm just gonna &lt;u&gt;stand there and watch me burn&lt;/u&gt; my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna have to deal with the fact that I'm probably going to love this girl for the rest of my life. It sounds like a burden, but trust me, the only burden is that it's not mutual. Sure, I may find someone new, but I'll always love her. Damn sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's anything that couple taught me about love, is that love is to put your lover's happiness before yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-915837071613545344?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/915837071613545344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=915837071613545344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/915837071613545344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/915837071613545344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-really-understood-what-love.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6360771130050279436</id><published>2010-10-17T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:38:55.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's just so much someone can do...</title><content type='html'>...sometimes you just have to leave the rest to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest rated comment says it all: 4 minutes and 44 seconds in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA5vR_f34hA"&gt;Click ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6360771130050279436?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6360771130050279436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6360771130050279436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6360771130050279436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6360771130050279436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-just-so-much-someone-can-do.html' title='There&apos;s just so much someone can do...'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6944515181067220801</id><published>2010-08-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:02:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closet (Good) Friend</title><content type='html'>Lately there's been so much going on around town. I can say the same thing when it comes to my life at the moment. Been inspired by a number of things to TRY another number of things (all legal btw) and to see things from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of good times and there have been crappy ones too, but what I realise is that after focusing so much time in the past on the bad memories, it is hard to look at the positives. It's like how some clouds block out the Sun sometimes. But as time goes, so do the clouds, and everything begins to feel okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that has been nudging me a little is, I kinda miss a friend of mine. But I can't tell her that 'cause it'll be weird, you know? I know it's a pretty immature thing to say, but it's true for the most part of it. I mean, the friendship we have is different to say the least. There's a lot of restriction as to maintaining the friendship, It basically sucks. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. It sounds as if it's more than a friendship but I swear it isn't. I just miss a friend who probably isn't reading this, and I can't tell her because it's already not that likely to bump into 'er randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would've been a lot simpler if I never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud breaker for this segment of my rant is that when I do get to see her, and I'm not just saying this, my heart jumps a little. It's always nice to see a friend after not having to talk to her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just comes down to whether going through hail and rocks for the friendship is worth it. But we can't really let our emotions get to us and that's easier said than done sometimes. The best shot we have if we let our emotions control us is that at the end of the day, we're still holding on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6944515181067220801?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6944515181067220801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6944515181067220801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6944515181067220801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6944515181067220801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-good-friend.html' title='A Closet (Good) Friend'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1478398201232602729</id><published>2010-08-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:36:43.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titlelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ve got another confession my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I’m no fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I’m getting tired of starting again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Somewhere new&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1478398201232602729?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1478398201232602729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1478398201232602729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1478398201232602729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1478398201232602729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/08/titlelessness.html' title='Titlelessness'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8929058080432792731</id><published>2010-05-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:20:58.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>It's amazing to see how much someone has changed, post-secondary/high school days. The smartest kid in class, now in college, still smart and in a relationship, the girl who kept the most quiet in class, just seen hanging out with 6 people at the mall or even the bully of the class, now a respected college mate trying to make ammends for the suffering he or she has caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I gave such a long-winded example was because I was not nor am I now, am not sure on how to put what I want to  share with the interweb into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks have been very challenging to say the least. With each waking hour of a new day, I am constantly reminded of the nearing due dates of an assignment, the problems my friends have with each other or even the fact that it's tough being single again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to talk about it with my close friends, and believe you me, I have an awesome group of good friends, but what's to say when you can't even begin a blog post about the particular topic, let alone talk about it with a friend, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it to myself was always a self-thought virtue I managed to instill over the course of 6 years.But I guess it reached the tipping point a couple hours ago. I'm not going to do anything drastic, don't worry cause my faith has kept me from it. I'm just hoping that by writing all of this, someone out there will relate to it and hopefully by tomorrow, this nagging feeling will disappear and I will be all better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say it is stress that's spearheading this feeling, and I honestly couldn't care less. Honestly, writing about it is making me feel a bit better already. This isn't the first time the feeling's come around for a visit. It's a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lesson comes out of this, in a way. No matter how much someone changes over the course of however long, old habits die hard. Sometimes it's okay to leave them be, it's what reminds you that you're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8929058080432792731?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8929058080432792731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8929058080432792731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8929058080432792731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8929058080432792731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/05/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3766694823626793908</id><published>2010-05-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:06:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mum's Present</title><content type='html'>Treated Mum to some German food. Didn't know the chef was German until I saw his &lt;s&gt;belly&lt;/s&gt; face and he said "strauss!". I have no idea what that means but... I'm pretty sure that means something in German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually pretty lucky. Got a seat near the window despite the whole restaurant practically being reserved by families in hopes of tasting Chop Chop Chop. I remember the first time going to that restaurant, was with some of the guys from my secondary school. Managed to eat only two chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, while waiting for the food, got some time to talk to my mum. It was good to ya know, just randomly talk about anything, be it about my Indian lecturer, my family, her work, all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad tonight was how the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite waiting a long ass time, it just reminded me to treasure the moments like the 2 hours my mum and I just went on and on about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like to think that the meal that I paid for wasn't the real present that I gave my mum today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more so making my mum laugh and smile tonight that was the present. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3766694823626793908?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3766694823626793908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3766694823626793908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3766694823626793908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3766694823626793908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mums-present.html' title='My Mum&apos;s Present'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3919358745925171957</id><published>2010-04-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:54:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was On The Shirt</title><content type='html'>Today was rather eventful. Apart from realising that I can't even form a proper grammar-free sentence at first try anymore, I celebrated a friend's birthday, in which I believe was definitely somewhere in the top five birthday celebrations he's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this dude, happy birthday...again. Remember what I said about being allowed to fuck up for one more year before turning 20. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for a shirt to go out, and then I saw my old Form 5 uniform, the one a lot of people signed on during the last OFFICIAL DAY of Form 5 2008. It's always been there but after the last day of secondary school, I guess I never took the time to just look at it and read what people wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came across what a friend who was very close to me wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the initials, it read, "I'm sorry for everything. Be well in life. Hope we meet again.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know that our relationship was totally torn apart ever since the PMR days because we didn't treasure it as much as other silly things. But after reading that, I just, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda made me realise one thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making friends, some people may say it's easy. But finding real friends you can talk with, that's like finding a needle in a haystack. So when you do find it, you should hold on to it. I know some people who find it and unconcsiously let it go because of different reasons. And to say that true friends will be there for you no matter what is true, but let's face it, true to a certain extent. Eventually, best friends do become nothing but a memory if there isn't much contact. It only works if the two sides work together to keep the ship chugging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for my case, I honestly say I fucked up the friendship just as much as the person did, and if i had to go back and change one thing, it would be the minute I told myself that it was going to be worth it to screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone who isn't your supposed other half but makes you happy for the most part is already hard enough. Why waste it on anything that equates to nothing when it's sized up with your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this gets me thinking about how much I care for the few good friends I was lucky enough to make. Eventhough i don't show it, you guys should know that it's each and everyone of you that keeps me smiling and gives reason to each and every one of it. If there were times where I made you doubt that i was not there for you, i did not know you anymore or just merely gave you a hard time, I am sorry. Know that y'all are always in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3919358745925171957?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3919358745925171957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3919358745925171957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3919358745925171957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3919358745925171957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-was-on-shirt.html' title='What Was On The Shirt'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-685353758579758118</id><published>2010-04-09T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:51:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, Nothing Less, Nothing More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i'm gonna say this  once, so read properly. get off your high horse and realise that  whenever it's up to me, i'll always choose making you happy over  anything else. 'cause being there for you seems like the only thing i  can do right while being with you makes it feel like there's nothing wrong. acting like an idiot, accepting who you are, making a fool out of myself, it's  justifiable 'cause you foole&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;d me into caring about you.  there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;aren't  you just so screwed? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-685353758579758118?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/685353758579758118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=685353758579758118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/685353758579758118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/685353758579758118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-nothing-less-nothing-more.html' title='Friendship, Nothing Less, Nothing More.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1432798052379084579</id><published>2010-04-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:50:46.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Got Out From March</title><content type='html'>Just finished downloading season 4 of Scrubs. It's nice to watch a series or a show that you can just enjoy and in some way learn something from it too. For me, Scrubs has always been that one show that teaches me more about life than any other 20-minute show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of weeks, been hollering my ass back to school life and I still can't find that motivation to just sit and study without having to be rescued by damn social networking sites. But life after school wasn't going all too grand. I mean, I'd come back from campus and I'd be too damn tired to do anything else, let alone homework! And personal-stuff wise, it wasn't going so well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to sum it up, while March was kinda unexpected in terms of crazy stuff happening, it came along with moments that I wanted to highlight and delete the crap out of it. I needed to think things through, manage time to balance out student life, work life and enjoying my last legit year as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things was a looping unexplainable moment I had. But after days of thinking it through, I just realised today that all that hype of hoping something more shall we say, "exciting" would happen i was making myself believe in, it was just BS. I'm a firm believer that sometimes our mind protects us from realising the truth by giving us some sort of false hope to hang on. In the end, I just feel like I never really really cared about stuff that way. It's good tho', I mean, I can finally move on with the next part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought things couldn't get better, it surprisingly did. The thing I learned about facing problems that keep coming back to haunt you is to never let it get to you too deep. No point keeping it to yourself, cause it's more likely that once you go to bed with the last thing on your mind being about that problem, you're prolly gonna wake up thinking about it before you get the patented morning bone-- nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else just comes as it is. It's just a matter of how you deal with each of them, one at a time. And it doesn't matter if you can't win all your battles. At the end of the day, it's the little victories you were able to get by with that should carry you on to see the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said this to people close to me, and most of them think I'm an ass for saying it. LOL. But nothing worth having ever comes easy anyway. So if we can at least acknowledge that it's worth going through all the problems, and feeling happy that we managed to survive the day, no matter how bad, well I guess that makes for a pretty good little victory for the day to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapthispostiswordy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1432798052379084579?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1432798052379084579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1432798052379084579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1432798052379084579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1432798052379084579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-got-out-from-march.html' title='What I Got Out From March'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7622653340253215779</id><published>2010-03-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:57:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite you being you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Homer Simpson&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iseriouslydo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7622653340253215779?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7622653340253215779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7622653340253215779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7622653340253215779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7622653340253215779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2150380805145566141</id><published>2009-11-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:30:39.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: MY MOST SELF-OBESESSED POST EVER.</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, but I've been thinking a lot about death lately. Not because I find death fascinating, but honestly, just because I'd like to see, from a very selfish point-of-view, how'd things be on this earth if I went to sleep and woke up in Heaven or Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, things would prolly still stay the same, but if I'd die tomorrow, or anytime in the short-term future, would I actually be able to say that, "hey, I enjoyed what I had on Earth"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is at the moment, EFFING YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bet you thought it was gonna be an emo post.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually fortunate enough to meet so many people from different backgrounds and yet we all still can unsurprisingly get along just like that. I've met douchebags too la, but hey, I'm not complaining. Those people should be credited 'cause i model myself to not be like 'em anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through both success and epic fails, but most importantly, I made such a crapload of mistakes on the way, and believe you me, there's bound to be bigger mistakes up ahead. Though I may regret making a couple of those really insanely pimple-size mistakes, I swear that after going through them, I'd never ever do the same mistake twice. EVER. Fo shizzle your mom's nizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love I felt and gave to the people I know, I know that all the people I know that they will always be there, one way or another, as I will be for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this very confusing post up because I saw sooooo many stars just now at some place. It was inspiring enough to reflect back on what I already went through, and I can't wait for what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the good lord says that I've served my purpose on Earth and is called back Home, know that I am content with my life, and whatever mere things I did to make you guys smile, even if it was for one damn minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2150380805145566141?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2150380805145566141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2150380805145566141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2150380805145566141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2150380805145566141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-my-most-self-obesessed-post.html' title='WARNING: MY MOST SELF-OBESESSED POST EVER.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6506602742647943000</id><published>2009-10-18T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:42:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Father</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I love you son&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know dad. You tell me everyday&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a quite from the movie Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs. Movie was overall good, filled with funny scenes, along with Disney's always-close-to-perfect "aww"-themes that they always instill in their movies. Seriously tho', I think the art work and graphics were just superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting in Hall 2 for approximately one and a half hours watching the movie, I &lt;s&gt;realised&lt;/s&gt; started to think of my dad and how much I miss him. Not to say i don't miss him on a daily basis lah, but it never struck out that much until tonight. I guess after watching sooo many movies with father-son related themes wihtout feeling too much sorrow, this one broke the camel's back. ( or whatever the saying is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say when people start to ask when people ask me how does my dad go to work if I drive my car to uni, let alone talk about my father. LOL. I know it sounds pathetic, but I always pause to choose my words carefully. Even now, I'm sort of struggling to put words that will fit the frame as to what I want to say tonight. So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It's been many years already since you went on to live in Paradise. And yet, the hole you left in mummy, Jojo and my lives still remain. No one ever failed to remind us of the man you built yourself to be within the 49 years, 8 months and 24 days you were put on this realm of Man's first life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs last night with a few friends. And there was a character that reminded me so much of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He wanted the best for his child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;just as you did&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He woke up everyday and told him that he loved his son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;just like you did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He put his own health and life before the security of his family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;just as you did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He always made sure he let his son know he loved him every single day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;just like you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one of the last things you told me. You were lying down on the sofa in our house, when you asked me to come over. Mom was sitting on the bed, listening to every word you struggled to say despite the bad cough and pain you were in. And up to this day, I promise to pursue what you have asked me to do. Not because it was a mere last wish from my dad, but because even after you continuously keep giving and giving this family everything, it was the only thing you asked of me to do. If you were alive today, I know that you would be proud to see the many opportunities that have been opened to me at the uni. I won't list them out, for you already know what they are anyway. But hey, who's to say that if you were still here with us, we wouldn't be in Perth right now? I would be studying in Information Tech., and you will be back in school pursuing your lifelong dream of becoming a pastor, just as we initially planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy misses you so much too, She has gone back to work, because she has found an opportunity to do what she loves to do, and that is to educate children. She always said that even if they are constantly a bit louder than the average adult, children are always genuine when they ask questions. Bet you're laughing your butt off everytime you see mom have to instill discipline. :) Jojo has decided to pursue her Masters, but has been offered many job opportunities ever since she left NUS. I see so much of you, in the logic &lt;s&gt; and the temper &lt;/s&gt; sense, in her. I'm sure deep in her heart of hearts, she misses you as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Christmas we spent together, the four of us, I still remember it very very clearly. We were in the room, you were lying down, Mom was sitting beside you, and Jo and I were sitting on the sofa's hand rest. And.we.all.just.talked. It was the best family Christmas we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 1.22am, and I have so much to say, but I shall stop for now. I know I have said this already, but I miss you so much. But I want you to know, that despite you not being here physically, what keeps me going everyday is knowing that you're still watching over us up there with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed to say this,&lt;br /&gt;Because you always knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll willingly say it,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; ten times&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a hundred times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a million times&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;a billion times&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt; You, and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please dear reader, until you have lost someone as close as a father to you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; come close to believing or saying this post is emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6506602742647943000?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6506602742647943000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6506602742647943000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6506602742647943000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6506602742647943000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-father.html' title='For My Father'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2994980814661580815</id><published>2009-10-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:35:53.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a tough few days for you, the reasons, you know why. But this is part and parcel of life. I honestly can understand where you are coming from even if you don't say it, but like you said, take this as one experience and thank Him for the wonderful time. To let go is a very long and hard task, but I am sure you will find one day that to let go is the best thing you can do for both parties. I do not wish to go into detail about this, but let this be a proof that no matter how bad the pain, or how alone you feel, in reality, you are never alone. Just come to us and we will talk about it if it means to see you happy again, just like you were before. Chin up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God would never let His children go through something without a reason&lt;/span&gt;. God bless and take care.&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/2009762575420166704-2994980814661580815?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2994980814661580815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2994980814661580815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2994980814661580815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2994980814661580815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7270467925511413635</id><published>2009-09-26T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:12:15.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, Covers, MBO Review,</title><content type='html'>Now, I realised that my blog, scratch that, I, have this weird trend, of posting a happy post and then posting an emo post after that. It sucksssss! So Imma try to minus out the emo posts as the emo comes along. After all, nobody wants to see an emo drama series when they can get a romantic comedy. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whuuut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To start things off on a positive note, got chosen to do some oral presentation recording thing on campus. woot. Gotta shorten the speech down from 13 to 10 minutes max... D:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Congrats to Morgan and Joel for getting chosen too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I did a crazy mofo cover on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Face&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night and it involved all the songs that have affected the process of my growing up up til this very year. LOL. It was fun and all that, but who actually thought that the transformation from childhood to teenager could be summed up by four VERY VERY familiar songs that I'm sure have musically entered each and every of your ears before. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Won-g is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1iizdnQ-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2DgjeJDMnJQ/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1iizdnQ-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2DgjeJDMnJQ/s320/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385569079474471906" border="0" /&gt;Keith is obviously the guy. Sadly, the girl isn't back :\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's been back for a while, but the reason i brought this up is 'cause he was crazy enough to call me in the middle of the night( that was the normal part) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went on to let me know he was outside my house. As I peeked out of my window, I saw his farking bright HD headlights bouncing off the road. When I went out, he was standing there with Mr. Ngeaw. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't really tell who Keith brought at first cause when I talked to the guy on the phone, he just started talking with an accent&lt;/span&gt;. Details of the conversation with Joel will remain private for the sake of both parties. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; opened up a few weeks ago, so went on the 2nd day of the Big Open. Went in, wasn't so impressed with the lobby, but when I entered the hallway to the cineplexes, I almost soiled myself. Yes, I have never actually gone to the high-end cinemas in Peninsular or even Sabah, so yeah, I was easily impressed. When it came to the cineplexes, it was good. Seats were placed at very good heights so you won't get blocked by shadows of people's head, and the walkspace in a row was wide, so people don't have to move around when people want to get to their seats. And the best part of all is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ROWS ARE LABELLED CLEARLY, EVEN WHEN YOU'RE LATE FOR A MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D A good layout plan. And of course, the movie's Dolby Surround Sound is awesome, speakers ain't too loud or too soft. Tried a 3-D film. It was good 'cause the glasses are b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;g(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;or maybe my face is small&lt;/span&gt;) so you can actuallyw ear your spectacles within the 3-d glasses :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture of one of the halls from one of the right-hand rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1ne8wqHgI/AAAAAAAAA2g/7UnbQXRpa3w/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1ne8wqHgI/AAAAAAAAA2g/7UnbQXRpa3w/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385574510808931842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not really suppose to take photos, but hey, I never really did care when those rules come to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1nfd9tZJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uAVoSCNqZDU/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1nfd9tZJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uAVoSCNqZDU/s320/DSC01689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385574519722042514" border="0" /&gt;Salesperson:"NO PHOTOS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Op, too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya know what I mean? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7270467925511413635?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7270467925511413635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7270467925511413635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7270467925511413635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7270467925511413635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-covers-mbo-review.html' title='Updates, Covers, MBO Review,'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sr1iizdnQ-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2DgjeJDMnJQ/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5357729259936043433</id><published>2009-08-10T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:59:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Downdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn, this blog is dead-ing. Hahah, anywayyy, I'd like to apollogise to everybody(who still checks out this blog) for making the whole atmosphere of this blog emo-ish. Yes, I went through a crazy uninspiring time and I had to let it out somehow. :) But everything's good now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been busy doing Swinburne stuff and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;trying to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fat for the past 5 weeks. Honestly, all I did was just eat, sleep and occasionally go to toilet. There was a week where I didn't have any transportation, so, like, food input and sleep was increased twofold. :S&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Within those five weeks, I met up with family whom I thought I wouldn't see in a few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SoAkcJiRvOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QXbhSBjJVfc/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SoAkcJiRvOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QXbhSBjJVfc/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368330821840256226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gotten closer to cousins lately. Something not unexpected. Always had that special bond with 'em. And it's good to know that they're there for me. Don't think you're reading this guys, but thanks. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched G.I Joe few days ago. AWESOME effects!! Not as cool as Transformers 2, but nonetheless a crazy butt 2 hours well spent! I was kinda lucky cause the seats I got didn't smell like piss and stuff, so yeahhh :D:D Go watch it! GO NOW.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, will give a more picturish blog post soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah... a collision caused this to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SoAnLXu3tII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qoWACGgPj2c/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SoAnLXu3tII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qoWACGgPj2c/s320/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368333832128279682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rust in Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5357729259936043433?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5357729259936043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5357729259936043433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5357729259936043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5357729259936043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-downdate.html' title='August Downdate'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SoAkcJiRvOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QXbhSBjJVfc/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2421311490375945357</id><published>2009-06-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:53:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face's Disguise</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but it feels like, for the most part, that I'm losing my mind. If it's not assignments that's worrying me, it's bound to be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super stressed out, even if I don't show it. And thing is, I don't want to show it out, until now. It just feels wrong to include people into your misery, at least to me it does. I don't know. It maybe the stress talk, it maybe the fact that I haven't got good sleep in a while.  I'm not sure if it's the 12 continuous weeks in college and assignments being thrown at any student from all directions, but not to say I'm giving up, but I wouldn't mind things slowing down. Even just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say "don't think too much" to a friend, but it just seems to be getting harder to do each passing day. Aiyoh, this blog is turning into an emo one. Apoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you wanted to know what's going on as of lately with the guy that makes people laugh? This is what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;perception &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2421311490375945357?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2421311490375945357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2421311490375945357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2421311490375945357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2421311490375945357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-full-post.html' title='The Face&apos;s Disguise'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3209108655563304014</id><published>2009-05-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:04:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Twilight...Swinight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHfL-TqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/S8owGj-sLqY/s1600-h/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHfL-TqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/S8owGj-sLqY/s320/DSC09927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436933088136866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHfL-TqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/S8owGj-sLqY/s1600-h/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;More pics of tonight will be on FB soon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHh8Pe7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/SFsfB6fTeo0/s1600-h/16052009421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHh8Pe7I/AAAAAAAAA1w/SFsfB6fTeo0/s320/16052009421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436933827460018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This pic, I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3209108655563304014?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3209108655563304014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3209108655563304014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3209108655563304014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3209108655563304014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/forget-twilightswinight.html' title='Forget Twilight...Swinight'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sg7VHfL-TqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/S8owGj-sLqY/s72-c/DSC09927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6749842055844351113</id><published>2009-05-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:59:20.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nor Foreh! GEDDIT?</title><content type='html'>I present the moon frm Kuching tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgWZKkS-TVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OK5fRguY5hQ/s1600-h/DSC09907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgWZKkS-TVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OK5fRguY5hQ/s320/DSC09907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837740511219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was made out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;, some say it was hit by lots of meteors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, this random post goes out to the girl with a big&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;(an&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt; also told me that the moon is big in Aus tonite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, here's a picture of one of the lights on top of me from IT Class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgWZKqurC7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/1gyTu-qC1-o/s1600-h/DSC09905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgWZKqurC7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/1gyTu-qC1-o/s320/DSC09905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837742238010290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6749842055844351113?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6749842055844351113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6749842055844351113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6749842055844351113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6749842055844351113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/nor-foreh-geddit.html' title='Nor Foreh! GEDDIT?'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgWZKkS-TVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OK5fRguY5hQ/s72-c/DSC09907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2297117351872941299</id><published>2009-05-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:14:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRUBS IS MY GOSSIP GIRLS LOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP8A2Fbj9dY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP8A2Fbj9dY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song in the snippet above is from Scrubs' Season 8 Finale, The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The crazy guy in strayjacket: Gooch&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the blue scrubs(main character): J.D&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Curly hair woman: Elliot, J.D's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Bald dude in the slideshow: Turk, J.d's best friend&lt;br /&gt;The Latina looking lady: Turk's wife&lt;br /&gt;Tall guy that comes over for christmas wearing black: Perry Cox, J.D's mentor and "father-figure". he doesn't show as much love as J.D does.&lt;br /&gt;Woman with him: His wife&lt;br /&gt;Woman with wedding ring: Turk's daughter(in future)&lt;br /&gt;Man standing next to woman with wedding ring: J.D's son(In-the-future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best underrated actor(to me) finished his last episode on the best thirty-minute comedy/drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs! 8 Awesome Seasons, filled with soooo many good actors, actresses, songs and full of so many things anyone can take and utilize in their lives . It certainly has for me. And it could not have ended any more perfectly. Awesome. Just plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOBIq0R4iQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOBIq0R4iQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so true what Dr. Kelso(the old doctor). Especially for anyone who does not want to continue a great thing or even has doubts about anything just because you are afraid of the action itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NOT FORGETTING THE FUNNY PARTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJZ8Lwg9TUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJZ8Lwg9TUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's dam cute. Yes, I'm a guy, saying "cute". So what?&lt;br /&gt;No more J.D. Hopefully there'll still be Scrubs. Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2297117351872941299?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2297117351872941299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2297117351872941299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2297117351872941299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2297117351872941299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/scrubs-is-my-gossip-girls-lor.html' title='SCRUBS IS MY GOSSIP GIRLS LOR!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8975136148977591237</id><published>2009-05-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:37:51.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of First Quarter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP7XAZ5mI/AAAAAAAAA04/sSnQLMEMOvU/s1600-h/DSC09899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP7XAZ5mI/AAAAAAAAA04/sSnQLMEMOvU/s320/DSC09899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475739920098914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two couples coupling. Jason before he siao. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP63DNyMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IhqfmdmI2r8/s1600-h/DSC09890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP63DNyMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IhqfmdmI2r8/s320/DSC09890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475731341953218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother damn interested in corals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP75HIkvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/0rfprhhGG8U/s1600-h/DSC09900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP75HIkvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/0rfprhhGG8U/s320/DSC09900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475749075129074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryan looking at floor...ahem... Delton sleeping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP8Ii5y4I/AAAAAAAAA1I/s1UQTzNHIZA/s1600-h/DSC09904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP8Ii5y4I/AAAAAAAAA1I/s1UQTzNHIZA/s320/DSC09904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475753218132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiao Bin Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP8oNybYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/71h_t9Cz02E/s1600-h/DSC09906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP8oNybYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/71h_t9Cz02E/s320/DSC09906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475761719504258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh guys, I think they blocked off the road because we blocked Charlie that night. Hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8975136148977591237?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8975136148977591237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8975136148977591237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8975136148977591237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8975136148977591237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-of-first-quarter-2009.html' title='Pictures of First Quarter 2009'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SgRP7XAZ5mI/AAAAAAAAA04/sSnQLMEMOvU/s72-c/DSC09899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6528648331742313019</id><published>2009-05-06T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:43:16.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Time to update!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A lot has been going on. Ever since my last post, had two individual assignments and a math test done. This whole experience in Swinburne is still kinda new to me, but thank God I still have friends and met new people that I still can stand with. Without 'em, I don't think I can go through 6 weeks thus far in Foundation. For the guys who've been with me since Lodge, I'm glad we still can meet up every once in a while. For the people I've been spending time with, you have no idea how much each and everyone of you means to me. Even though I have lost contact with some people in and/or away from Kuching, I'm missing y'all badly, and we'll catch up someday when we randomly bump into each other or when your asses are back in Kuching. Count.on.That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TSoul and Andy(ahermcoupleaherm) gave me the daunting task of doing not 1, but 2TWO surveys. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1 Who was your last text from ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---cindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2 Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3 Your relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---i'll get back to tht later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4 Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5 What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6 How many siblings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7 Whats your brother(s) or sister(s) name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8 Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9 Have a crazy side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--doesn't everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;10 Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;11 Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;12 Angry at anyone Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;13 What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---absolutely nthin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;14 When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;15 Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--- still too soon to tell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;16 What you think about when you are feeling asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;17 Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;18 What is your favourite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--- As of now, it's Kristy, Are you Doing Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;19 What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---this lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;20 Who do you trust right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---Myself and the Guy up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;21 Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-- KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;22 Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---donooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;23 Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;24 Describe your life in a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---mountainous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;25 Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;26 What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---prolly sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;27 What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;28 Who was the last person you gave a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---pillow while snoring away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;29 Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---her lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;30 Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---do i? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;31 What is your natural hair colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;32 Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--- sheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;33 Who was the last person that made you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---i hate to reveal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;34 What do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---ppl talking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;35 Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---when it's short, straight, when it's long, curly lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;36 Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---wtf. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;37 Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;38 Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;39 Do you use smiley face on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;40 Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yeapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;41 Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;42 Are you currently jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;43 What jewellery are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---nth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;44 What are you doing on Friday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;45 Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;46 Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;47 Is there anyone you're really disappointed right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;48 What was the last reason you went for the doctor for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---sick la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;49 How late did you stayed up last night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---12am, buying frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;50 Have you dated someone longer than a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;---yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tagged by tsoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then i tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the other one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for question 3...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worth having ever comes easily. That prolly sums up you and I, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when u said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Stupid boy, I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6528648331742313019?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6528648331742313019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6528648331742313019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6528648331742313019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6528648331742313019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6897796031166615476</id><published>2009-04-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:45:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Aaron: MY FINAL POST FOR A WHILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew you for so long,&lt;br /&gt;And never did I expect you to go out like that,&lt;br /&gt;The IM turned to an SMS, the SMS to a call,&lt;br /&gt;That was when I had to face the cold hard fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;And never did you put you arm away from my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz you knew that I need strength,&lt;br /&gt;And at that time, you were my strength pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered during the month of October,&lt;br /&gt;You called me out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;We conference-d a three way talk and had lots of laughs,&lt;br /&gt;The good 'ol times which were long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about you is that,&lt;br /&gt;You're a really nice guy,&lt;br /&gt;You'd help anyone out, regardless of the problems and who it was,&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's making it hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has made a huge impact on ours,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones WILLING to call you our brother,&lt;br /&gt;Because you were the one always willing to help us out on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the purchase of a phone,&lt;br /&gt;The problems in our family,&lt;br /&gt;You stood up and led the way,&lt;br /&gt;And incident-ly, laid the foundation of who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we didn't talk a lot when it came to just the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't matter because we'd still get along well in school or that institution,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much about cars or the new handphones,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we'd still have a kick ass time talking about anything from random mischiefs,&lt;br /&gt;To pranking Moses in Maths tuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice when you'd ask me to "just shove my piece down,&lt;br /&gt;Anybody's mouth" if i didn't like them,&lt;br /&gt;By god, it is truly the stupidest,&lt;br /&gt;yet funniest thing anyone has ever said when I was having a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all else, I miss you for you,&lt;br /&gt;And the times we spent together, online, physically or wherever,&lt;br /&gt;Just hang on a bit my dera brother,&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you in heaven, and we'll all be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the friend/relative/boyfriend who lived 17 years,&lt;br /&gt;                                                          With a story worthed a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't like it when people point out your name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt;. Hahah... but, i had to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I love you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;R.I.P Aaron Teo&lt;br /&gt;1991-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6897796031166615476?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6897796031166615476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6897796031166615476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6897796031166615476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6897796031166615476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-aaron-my-final-post-for-while.html' title='Dear Aaron: MY FINAL POST FOR A WHILE'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1365753238984418529</id><published>2009-04-09T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:21:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Won't be blogging for a while. Last post of the term will be up soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1365753238984418529?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1365753238984418529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1365753238984418529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1365753238984418529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1365753238984418529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6824344549006746244</id><published>2009-03-31T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:27:16.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sacrificing another one for someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r-ships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If there was ever a necessity of proof of a flat expression on a face, it would be the face I'm giving now.  like, very piak-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6824344549006746244?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6824344549006746244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6824344549006746244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6824344549006746244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6824344549006746244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6637271408793446409</id><published>2009-03-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:07:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When March Ends</title><content type='html'>When anyone turns to you for help, it always seems so easy to make anyone say "Thanks, appreciate it,". You make them have a better idea of what they should do. Yet, you cannot even try to fix your own problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew coming into this would have effects on you and I guess I never understood what it was to fall in, and then eventually, out. I knew it would be hard, but we both stood our ground, and we made it this far. Yet at the same time, it feels as if we are so close. So close, but still so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feels like our lives have changed so much that we can't even seem to last half an hour without not talking for the majority of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm depressed. Not because of you, but because of the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna know something. I can help people out through advice, but who am I if I can't even get out of my own all time low? I get the point that it's better said than done, but that's not the case right now. Am I a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when March ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand another day like this anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6637271408793446409?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6637271408793446409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6637271408793446409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6637271408793446409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6637271408793446409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-me-up-when-march-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When March Ends'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6767310953465674021</id><published>2009-03-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:18:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short Posts Trend In My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a promise a while back. And I find myself breaking it once in a while. It's not that I forget about it, it just happens. Lol. I guess someone inside me still can't come to terms on the conditions of what I thought would be easy, this time around.  It isn't. if it's anything, it's way harder now. So much for great expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6767310953465674021?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6767310953465674021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6767310953465674021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6767310953465674021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6767310953465674021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-posts-trend-in-my-blog.html' title='The Short Posts Trend In My Blog'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3287902993768415213</id><published>2009-03-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:21:34.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Li'l Bit of R&amp;B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picturesoofyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/gettiin-into-lil-bit-of-r.html"&gt;Today's post is just a click away.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3287902993768415213?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3287902993768415213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3287902993768415213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3287902993768415213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3287902993768415213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-bit-of-r.html' title='A Li&apos;l Bit of R&amp;B'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2249882746679658880</id><published>2009-03-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:30:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear You Me, My Friends!</title><content type='html'>Oh well, it's done! Lol. It's the first video on The Covers. So, enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know what you think! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2249882746679658880?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2249882746679658880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2249882746679658880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2249882746679658880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2249882746679658880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/hear-you-me-my-friends.html' title='Hear You Me, My Friends!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6037981793550823609</id><published>2009-03-17T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:51:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For A Heart So Big, God Wouldn't Let It Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORK ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAY ANGELS LEAD YOU IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; HAS JUST STARTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i.am.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Partly because I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have a capo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_..._-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's super-solidified official. GOODBYE M'sian Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;nd for the first time, getting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; is the opposite meaning of almost failing! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6037981793550823609?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6037981793550823609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6037981793550823609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6037981793550823609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6037981793550823609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-for-heart-so-big-god-wouldnt-let.html' title='A Song For A Heart So Big, God Wouldn&apos;t Let It Live.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-952964553651428057</id><published>2009-03-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:03:39.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Pessimistic Motherf***er: SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ADMIT. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/span&gt;. BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-952964553651428057?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/952964553651428057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=952964553651428057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/952964553651428057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/952964553651428057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-pessimistic-motherfer-spm.html' title='Stupid Pessimistic Motherf***er: SPM'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-827685370753083472</id><published>2009-03-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:30:37.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I passed and am road-worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road users, you're screwed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-827685370753083472?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/827685370753083472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=827685370753083472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/827685370753083472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/827685370753083472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7811412339569659133</id><published>2009-03-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:24:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detonate Me Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SbPO8CfgVmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QL-s25pjVJE/s1600-h/nuke+explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SbPO8CfgVmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QL-s25pjVJE/s320/nuke+explosion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310815916456433250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's weird how something as scary as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuclear explosion&lt;/span&gt; cloud, could look as beautiful as a sunset. To me, at least. Still, it does not rule out the obvious fact that a nuclear explosion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; still, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a nuclear explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been days since the news, and here I am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wishing I had the balls to go up to someone to talk to about the unknown problem and, most importantly, the choice I'll have to make real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7811412339569659133?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7811412339569659133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7811412339569659133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7811412339569659133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7811412339569659133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/detonate-me-softly.html' title='Detonate Me Slowly'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SbPO8CfgVmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QL-s25pjVJE/s72-c/nuke+explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2583732959431491646</id><published>2009-03-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:58:12.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>Today marked the day the Swinburne Foundation people &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; their MPWs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Fuckin' woo!&lt;/span&gt; Been cramming every single fact of history(well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;evrything&lt;/span&gt;), and the paper today was alright. :D Gonna drive tomorrow with Pastor, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that's tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat dinner with some people. And it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;, kinda filling. And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;, apoo man. I was already full when the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pizza look-a-like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; food came out, then came the cake. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I ate everything. Been a while since I ate seafood, so yeah. Guess it was 'coz I was feverish today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to follow Dre to the seafood area and all that, so went to Club to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6Y4I2igsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s7Opf19yA9I/s1600-h/DSC09795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6Y4I2igsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s7Opf19yA9I/s320/DSC09795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309349100932727490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sheryl came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way from getting the cake at Satok, we used the toll way to get to Pending. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not knowing that we'd get lost and ended up driving all the way from the fountain roundabout to some kampung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We realized we were on the wrong road after going straight for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; time, hoping that there'd be a roundabout, which we were looking for. But it just went on and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4473d35444910c6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4473d35444910c6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF70000D74CA3ADC4A2CD2E53377901C136BE99A.7D5A3F0C58BDD79FCCCB384D5D93C3568A15D184%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4473d35444910c6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAV5u07VsiLEDDBtW4fj1ZJqNW2I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4473d35444910c6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF70000D74CA3ADC4A2CD2E53377901C136BE99A.7D5A3F0C58BDD79FCCCB384D5D93C3568A15D184%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4473d35444910c6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAV5u07VsiLEDDBtW4fj1ZJqNW2I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The realization period&lt;/span&gt;. Watch it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Andre asks&lt;/span&gt;, i realize, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;everybody realizes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Andre questions&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I answer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;he asks again&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I answer again&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Sheryl does nuffin' but laughs only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went back and found the toll, after going one full round at a roundabout. Lol. To our surprise, we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first&lt;/span&gt; to be at the restaurant. Everybody came. We talked, shrieked, laughed(especially Desmond. He had a moment) and ate good food and had a good time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never really seen us guys this happy before&lt;/span&gt;, like as in everybody. It was a good nght. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6Y4sgsoPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NcplXXZnAcs/s1600-h/DSC09802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6Y4sgsoPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/NcplXXZnAcs/s320/DSC09802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309349110504792306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ambrose and his belated birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After everything, we stopped by at a nearby petrol station. Needed to take a leak. Lol. First time I've seen so many dead mosquitoes just laying on the sink. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6bQZH_yMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3Rd5d5k7Snc/s1600-h/censored+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6bQZH_yMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3Rd5d5k7Snc/s320/censored+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309351716641032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While I was pumping out, Andre was pumping gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought somethin' at the station, and was so happy that everytime Andre hit a bump, I didn't have the urge of peeing anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very wordy night, but a night full of stupid things. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid things&lt;/span&gt; that this&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will never &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, forget. Heh. have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;great holiday&lt;/span&gt; guys! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya in March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;echnically, it's already March, but to say "See ya on March blabla," wouldn't be as fitting as an ending to my initial ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2583732959431491646?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4473d35444910c6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2583732959431491646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2583732959431491646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2583732959431491646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2583732959431491646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-marked-day-swinburne-foundation.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Sa6Y4I2igsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s7Opf19yA9I/s72-c/DSC09795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7511645337150197930</id><published>2009-03-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:51:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Blah</title><content type='html'>Thus, it has started raining &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. And it's already March. Don't really remember the average weather for March last year, but was the rain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:S&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I missed the rain or smthin, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, the rain, it's actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;great to have a rainy night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Specially when your day's so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7511645337150197930?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7511645337150197930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7511645337150197930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7511645337150197930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7511645337150197930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-blah.html' title='Today Is Blah'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2037731144988672212</id><published>2009-03-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:04:36.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Please, I Can't Face This Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Birth&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever notice that moms can be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; random at times? Like, just this morning, my mom was telling me about different types of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! That was after I asked her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what type of salt I should get from Choice Premier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Got loads of info about salt, and what to give to the future Mrs. Song when she's preggers.[&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;psst...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iodised Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] And that iodised salt actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;minimizes&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;prevents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;sl&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goitre or something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Go figure&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't think I'd learn so much about salt in a few minutes. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, February is officially over. And with February ended, so has my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt; course. It's strange because I was beginning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; having to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wake up at 7&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an 8.30 class&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;almost-constantly showing up at 8.40 &lt;/span&gt;and sitting in a class/lecture hall for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no more than 6 hours&lt;/span&gt;. I'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;d sit with Sheryl, then we'd talk and she'd talk to Andre, then she'd get "pissed" at him, then she wouldn't talk to him... &lt;/span&gt;It goes on and on. Sometimes, we'd get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dick&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Des&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Joel&lt;/span&gt;, and then I'd meet up with 'em at the comp lab, searching for...nothing. Hahah! The lecturers there. Mr. George Tan's awesome. And so is Mdm. Shirley Bak. She's so patient, and Mr. Tan is so full of character! A great way to kick off the Swinburne year man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hangin' out a lot with family and family members-to-be| *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;STE&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sneeze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|. honestly, the best part of any weekend is just having the company of your uncle's kids, whether it be a simple dinner, or just a movie you've prolly watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;9&lt;/span&gt;9 times, and is watching it for the 100th time just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;definitely maybe&lt;/span&gt; gonna enjoy it anyway. And apparently, watching my favorite movie,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; DOES &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I only had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; motive to update, and that was to blog about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;salt thing&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't thinkI'd go on. Haha! Who knew that March would come by so fast, huh? It's not like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't like March&lt;/span&gt;. It's prolly cause Feb. only has &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days this year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such an incomplete month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No? &lt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2037731144988672212?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2037731144988672212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2037731144988672212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2037731144988672212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2037731144988672212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-please-i-cant-face-this-truth.html' title='So Please, I Can&apos;t Face This Truth'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4091046231637032079</id><published>2009-02-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:48:40.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaqtoiV2rI/AAAAAAAAAyo/g71l7KQicBw/s1600-h/swin+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaqtoiV2rI/AAAAAAAAAyo/g71l7KQicBw/s320/swin+group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116911855000242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Swin&lt;/span&gt;burne Presentation Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was looking around at blogs. And I came across one particular post from a friend. It was a picture post. Lol. Trip down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaquGXZURI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5qh_XWyN1B4/s1600-h/sheryl+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaquGXZURI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5qh_XWyN1B4/s320/sheryl+house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116919862153490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form 2 Era, Sheryl's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Saaqt_0uJwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fUJQW0QBaEI/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Saaqt_0uJwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fUJQW0QBaEI/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116918106105602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form 4: Sha and I working out the song list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Either that, or we were just posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Saaqt3CHxiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dOncefZFOHA/s1600-h/the+bodyguards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/Saaqt3CHxiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dOncefZFOHA/s320/the+bodyguards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116915746391586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Guys of Form 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaqtjvKe9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/4D_pR_pX9s8/s1600-h/5a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaqtjvKe9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/4D_pR_pX9s8/s320/5a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116910566603730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't know we had this picture taken. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4091046231637032079?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4091046231637032079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4091046231637032079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4091046231637032079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4091046231637032079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SaaqtoiV2rI/AAAAAAAAAyo/g71l7KQicBw/s72-c/swin+group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-438136480263171789</id><published>2009-02-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:56:48.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not NOT Recognised</title><content type='html'>Before anyone says anything about Swinburne, i just want to make one thing very very VERY clear. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Swinburne is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; not a recognised learning institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can anyone say that when over 2500 Malaysians AND international students apply into Swin., with another additional 300++ more well on the way this March? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;And guess wot, numbers do count as a factor this time...&lt;/span&gt; So, if 3000 students go to Swin., does that mean these 3000 are paying for an unrecognized piece of paper which will not land them a job? That's kinda bull crap-ISH to me. I mean, don't listen to people who go and batter up Swin., or any Malaysian-located college just because it's... in Malaysia. I know&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; people who do go to Swin.&lt;/span&gt;, and they actually have gone on to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, Swinburne isn't AS recognized as other higher learning institutions, but there's a difference between not being recognised and not being as recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna take what i have to say into consideration, I invite you to wait for 3 years. 'Cause when 2012 comes, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assuming I'm still on this planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll personally prove it to you that Swinburne is recognisable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;respect the deicisons we make&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We never said anything about yours in the first place&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-438136480263171789?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/438136480263171789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=438136480263171789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/438136480263171789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/438136480263171789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-not-recognised.html' title='It&apos;s Not NOT Recognised'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3926931130707488549</id><published>2009-02-21T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:29:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_x-wLIGw74"&gt;My new cover!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not any request. just did it for fun. And yes, the video is slower than the audio. Lagg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, from now onwards, my covers are gonna be clearer both instrumentally and vocally. Somethin like this cover. Anyway, enjoy it. Hope it doesn't kill you.&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/2009762575420166704-3926931130707488549?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3926931130707488549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3926931130707488549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3926931130707488549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3926931130707488549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-heart-cover.html' title='My Heart Cover'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4437034967844027053</id><published>2009-02-17T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:01:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wordy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments finished and handed in! Been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; the midnight oil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;and adding an extra cup of 2 or 3 more hours of oil&lt;/span&gt; the past week to complete them.  And after sending it to the 3 Cent Shop for binding, it is a done deal. I"M FREE OF PAPERS until I start my actual course. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, Stef left to NZ. Few of us went up to the airport to send her off. Ate my brekafast there, was given a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Pokebal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ate sour strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Finished it two days later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my microphone was down, thus not allowing me to attempt any song covers. While i was clearing my comp's memory, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; found out that my recording device chosen in Windows was set back to the default device, which is my HD Audio input stuff(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;nerd talking&lt;/span&gt;). So, I changed it back to the webcam, and tried recording sth. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voala&lt;/span&gt;, it works again! So just check back soon 'coz I'm gonna be uploading like shit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And to those whom I've promised to cover certain songs, your requests will be done soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, trying to find a suitable software, apart from Audacity, to record. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. Anyone know if it's good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4437034967844027053?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4437034967844027053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4437034967844027053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4437034967844027053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4437034967844027053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordy-post.html' title='A Wordy Post'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6129722815349163199</id><published>2009-02-15T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:25:55.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baha Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YvDkokI/AAAAAAAAAxk/VmRMd-o7RCQ/s1600-h/DSC09709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YvDkokI/AAAAAAAAAxk/VmRMd-o7RCQ/s320/DSC09709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302842751130575426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YD6NYbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dyPFEbg_N-k/s1600-h/DSC09705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YD6NYbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dyPFEbg_N-k/s320/DSC09705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302842739548578226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha! great night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Junk. Saw Alyssa and a few other people around that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I guess things just happen out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;" some says. "or red or black, whatever color you like" said I who just had to say that. =.=''''' But hey, it's on baybeh!!! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want some more pictures? You can't handle the pictures!( Texan way of talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YOw27EI/AAAAAAAAAxc/oFcNgEejAF8/s1600-h/DSC09708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YOw27EI/AAAAAAAAAxc/oFcNgEejAF8/s320/DSC09708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302842742462147650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first cut photo... Doesn't look like what it's supposed to be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6129722815349163199?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6129722815349163199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6129722815349163199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6129722815349163199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6129722815349163199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/baha-men.html' title='Baha Men'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZd7YvDkokI/AAAAAAAAAxk/VmRMd-o7RCQ/s72-c/DSC09709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3966895476085698523</id><published>2009-02-13T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:16:11.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green House Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UTTER&lt;/span&gt; shock when my mom told me that the school I went to for 13 years has erased the school house I was put into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GREEN HOUSE IS NO MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't believe it. I know I'm not a sports person or one of the key people of the House, but I was and always have been a staunch Green House supporter, regardless of the fact that we were not as successful as other houses. And this is just shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green House, along with Red, Blue and Yellow house were the founding houses established by the administration in Lodge when the institute was founded and defuncting the House is like taking away a part of the school's history. There are bound to be mixed reaction among the students who were Green house-rs. but as one of the Alumni of the year 2008, I'm just...shocked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So now, there are once again, four houses: Yellow, Red, Blue and Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Goodbye Green House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Shocked to fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3966895476085698523?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3966895476085698523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3966895476085698523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3966895476085698523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3966895476085698523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-house-gone.html' title='Green House Gone'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1031094983817750702</id><published>2009-02-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:32:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Shakers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Effin sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuffin much has been going on in my life. The only big thing that's happening soon is the Planet Shakers thing. Always had a good time when they came to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU GOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, assignments, assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping BM as one of the subjects I won't be taking under MPW in Swinburne, was informed that my request to drop the subject was never officialized, and for some reason, my name's still on the list. =.='' Gotta check back with 'em tomorrow. Typing this as a reminder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmaigawd, you have no idea how many times I pressed backspace in this post. So many typos. No, IT'S MORE THAN USUAL OKAY? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fair-skinned and make a lot of typos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's my cue to end this post in result of my fatigue level exceeding normal heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*checks phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhtuuvzpI/AAAAAAAAAws/qAexx0tDJ20/s1600-h/DSC09456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhtuuvzpI/AAAAAAAAAws/qAexx0tDJ20/s320/DSC09456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899730843848338" border="0" /&gt;Zowie and her cuz, Clay. Clay's birthday.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhuCn8oDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/q6LED1PAlcw/s1600-h/DSC09558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhuCn8oDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/q6LED1PAlcw/s320/DSC09558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899736184037426" border="0" /&gt;DOULOS! Now I know what you're thinking, but GBA does not stand for Game Boy Advance, it's God Bless America.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhtwHU4SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VhwR9n1Rjg0/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhtwHU4SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VhwR9n1Rjg0/s320/DSC02636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899731215376674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last paper of the second term exam in Lodge last year.&lt;br /&gt;Dick's back and the colorful Cikgu Sawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQht2QrQ1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/vo260Wce_C0/s1600-h/DSC09348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQht2QrQ1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/vo260Wce_C0/s320/DSC09348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899732865205074" border="0" /&gt;The random Sushi king train.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQht7VI_PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/f33wXFAsg7A/s1600-h/DSC09374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQht7VI_PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/f33wXFAsg7A/s320/DSC09374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899734226107634" border="0" /&gt;I, Stefanie and her phone. She's leaving to NZ this Sunday. =S Damn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1031094983817750702?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1031094983817750702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1031094983817750702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1031094983817750702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1031094983817750702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/planet-shakers.html' title='Planet Shakers!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SZQhtuuvzpI/AAAAAAAAAws/qAexx0tDJ20/s72-c/DSC09456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7520735513085649311</id><published>2009-02-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:02:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i was reading someone's blog a few minutes ago, and it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next few days, or to be exact, a week and two days from now(i know this because i'm constantly reminded by Star World's Valentine Marathon ad), the world as we know it, will be filled with some people buying flowers, using up ink to write secret love notes and the infamous usage of money to go on a special date. And for some special cases, the 14th of February is when new relationships come alive and the day when the man gets down on one knee, and this time, not for the reason of tying his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, I've never really been able to remember Valentine's Day until someone in my class asks me, "Eh, you know where to buy flowers?". And now that school's over, don't think that there's such a reminder anymore in Swinburne. Hahah. Then again, there's Wayne...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As far as I can remember, V-Day was on a school day ever since I was in Form 1. And you can bet that there'd be people coming into class carrying a bag from Memory Lane, or Ferrero Rocher inside their bag. And if you thought that was cool, during lunch breaks, there'd be people sending in flowers. MANY MANY flowers sometimes. And the day of studying would be crushed and destroyed by the love that's circulating the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the idea of V-Day, and it is kinda neat to go out, and see so many people smiling. Kinda makes u smile too, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has no point. I don't know why i'm writing this. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7520735513085649311?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7520735513085649311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7520735513085649311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7520735513085649311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7520735513085649311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-was-reading-someones-blog-few.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7189782447896473405</id><published>2009-01-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:51:43.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going Down &amp; A Falling Through</title><content type='html'>So, after a week of eating, and avoiding sore throat, this must have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my most active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Batu Kawa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go Sematan,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; witnessed my sister miss her flight&lt;/span&gt;, did the most risky betting ever, and caught a nice ending to this week on cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmL1aTUPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/K7sZNqrGbJU/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmL1aTUPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/K7sZNqrGbJU/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471415196537074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmMCpA3II/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OH55uP8631c/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmMCpA3II/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OH55uP8631c/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471418747903106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with these two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;, FOREIGN people. Lol. It's been almost a year since I hung out with these two. it was great fun, and Sidney's house is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;really lucky&lt;/span&gt;. Well, for me la. Not for him. Sadly. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day Sarah left for Auckland, Franklin, Sid and I went visiting after that. Surprisingly, Frank and I were still energetic. We both woke up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;4.30&lt;/span&gt; that morning. Lol! Went breakfast with a few people. After being grossed out, didn't really enjoy my breakfast... All i can say is "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRxMbsmGdI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1-HANyWCtgo/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRxMbsmGdI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1-HANyWCtgo/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483520101718482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was 5 smthing? I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stef's house was a blast. Won some money, but still lost like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;2 bucks&lt;/span&gt; to Sid. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was alright because &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;the night before I won twelve bucks from him!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbMKnrMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/-sDhFBwPe2o/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbMKnrMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/-sDhFBwPe2o/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297477176560954562" border="0" /&gt;He wasn't smiling after I tookthe money that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbWUTyOI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_YOqeGDVgak/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbWUTyOI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_YOqeGDVgak/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297477179285948642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, met up with Sid and Franklin a bit later. Had some guests come in, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hey talked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;they pl&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; smthin' I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;n't &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Frank, Sid and I decided to go &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Jamie's&lt;/span&gt;. First group of friends to visit! AHAH! jamie has really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice pots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As in the one to keep her alcohol... very antique but nice... Ok, everything sounds wrong. I'll just cut and paste some pictures from her house. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRovn25g4I/AAAAAAAAAuw/uYec-urX2WA/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRovn25g4I/AAAAAAAAAuw/uYec-urX2WA/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474229056930690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowSw1oGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YxrkSYKWVQY/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowSw1oGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YxrkSYKWVQY/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474240574234722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRov7aJdWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nZ8eGteTDhM/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRov7aJdWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nZ8eGteTDhM/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474234305049954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tan Jer Hui, the future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mrs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amy Ting! AHAHA! Jk la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbeeJChI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UlhISKx2FwE/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRrbeeJChI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UlhISKx2FwE/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297477181474671122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Starbucks Club!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; and franklin.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; D:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, we went to get &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dani&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; to go to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Spring&lt;/span&gt;. I was kinda&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tipped over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so, Starbucks helped me get back to something like normal status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowGdai9I/AAAAAAAAAvA/HOSiVZZCS1M/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowGdai9I/AAAAAAAAAvA/HOSiVZZCS1M/s320/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474237271542738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; After that, went to Amy's house just for a regular night outside at her porch, eating pizza with Sidney, Franklin and Miss Basiuk. We just sat, and talk, and told each other stupid lame jokes...  EXAMPLE: "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLLAO FWONG&lt;/span&gt;!" Hahahah!! *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An inside joke&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND IT IS FUN OK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nothing beats staying out with great friends, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept well that night. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up next afternoon. Totally forgot that was going to Zoe's. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thank you Agnes for the message! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha... So, went up with the likes of Agnes herself*duh, Fion and Joash. In a limo! We got lost, 'cause the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;pai &lt;/span&gt;wasn't clear or something like that. Well, we eventually found the house and we stayed til 5 smthin.? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Really nice house too&lt;/span&gt;... Went out later...and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit Fion's house with Joash a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmMik1SnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/X3aooQrtPUA/s1600-h/DSC09618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmMik1SnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/X3aooQrtPUA/s320/DSC09618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471427320302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again, another nice place. i like it because it's got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; lights. Yeahhh... OH. As you all already may know, Fion's sister is, as usual, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dammnnnn&lt;/span&gt; cute. She can make you smile by just the slightest fall back into her crib. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmM3SEt_I/AAAAAAAAAug/LjIkDWqg1xM/s1600-h/DSC09620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmM3SEt_I/AAAAAAAAAug/LjIkDWqg1xM/s320/DSC09620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471432878766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu7MNkAuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ybuHw0BMkJU/s1600-h/DSC09624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu7MNkAuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ybuHw0BMkJU/s320/DSC09624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297481024863994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes came too! But left, then came back.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Aaron&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dick&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; Des&lt;/span&gt; were some of the others who came too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowREIYJI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ilf5jm5YG3k/s1600-h/DSC09631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRowREIYJI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ilf5jm5YG3k/s320/DSC09631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474240118284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Sarah, a paper bag! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going green as planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came yesterday, when Amy, Ec, Franklin and I went to Spring. I wamnted to buy shirts, so yeah. Ended up buying three F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;S shirts... Slightly cheaper compared to other shirts...and I like 'em, so yeah. Lol. The group came back to my house after that and stayed awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu633iNjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/F99bcvh-zk8/s1600-h/DSC09636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu633iNjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/F99bcvh-zk8/s320/DSC09636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297481019402892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklin's damn cool MacBook. With cool blue cooling pad! WAH! *Claps!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You ever wonder where the bit of apple that was bitten off went?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Stinjy Steve Jobbs! Giving us 7/8 of an apple. -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu67j5WSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/X6BfyUAIORM/s1600-h/DSC09634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRu67j5WSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/X6BfyUAIORM/s320/DSC09634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297481020394264866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EC was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; so hyper&lt;/span&gt; last night. And THIS is one of the very rare pictures of EC that she allows for me to take. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Well, she didn't know, so yeah&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the PS2 for a while. And shit, so damn fun to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;people scold Franklin for missing someone who's shooting right in front of him&lt;/span&gt; and to s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ee Amy shriek everytime the guy she's playing falls 100 feet to his animated pixelized death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmM46N11I/AAAAAAAAAuo/TqK4eK5irlM/s1600-h/DSC09468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmM46N11I/AAAAAAAAAuo/TqK4eK5irlM/s320/DSC09468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297471433315571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect ending to the perfect CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, it's a Kuching sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn' taken recently. Was actually taken on November. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personifies&lt;/span&gt; what this year's CNY meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just So Damn Unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7189782447896473405?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7189782447896473405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7189782447896473405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7189782447896473405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7189782447896473405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-been-going-down-falling-through.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going Down &amp; A Falling Through'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SYRmL1aTUPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/K7sZNqrGbJU/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7392293092951959100</id><published>2009-01-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:47:11.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEXT COVER&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;COME WHAT MAY&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOLLOWING COVER:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Collab with AMY LAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST IS TO BE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RE-EXAMINED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;REFINED&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;REPOSTED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7392293092951959100?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7392293092951959100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7392293092951959100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7392293092951959100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7392293092951959100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/youtube-update.html' title='YouTube Update'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7632009162966984074</id><published>2009-01-27T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:36:32.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight to Auckland's Last Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're gonna be gone in eight hours time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't say anything right now, because nothing i say will equal up to the shock I'm still in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The ironic thing is that, it's the same shock that was with me ever since you told me you were leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't believe you're going away,&lt;br /&gt;When just a few months ago, you promised that you'll stay,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the only way i avoided being sad was just looking away at,&lt;br /&gt;The fact that there'd be no more "you" to physically find when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend, you've been through it all, in life's ups and in the slums,&lt;br /&gt;And you've so willingly given me your experiences to prevent me from landing in the dump,&lt;br /&gt;And even when I have no choice but to switch my rise to a pathetic crawl,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be there to ensure I carry on and rise from the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have we known each other?&lt;br /&gt;Was it from Kindy or a friendship born out of business between our fathers?&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen years since then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I've ever cursed God for the coincidential introduction between  you and the WHITE PALE man[can you guess who? =.=].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend, I wish you luck to go and get what you're looking for there in N-Zee,&lt;br /&gt;Including one of your primary motives, to get fit and lose a couple of kg,&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when meeting new people, always keep your guard,&lt;br /&gt;If some dude decides to play a fool out of you, just kick them balls of Sir Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, getting all sad,&lt;br /&gt;As if you're already in that other piece of land,&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks to know the discomfort of knowing you're leaving is actually a borrow,&lt;br /&gt;From myself, who's lending part of the sorrow which i'll feel when I see you walk into the terminal eight hours from now to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes will be said FOR NOW,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you at the place where the eagles sore, there, I will say "chao",&lt;br /&gt;Just know that despite the fact that it has probably been a million times since you first made fun of my pale skin colour,&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say you're one of ther very very very very few people I can call "my sister".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take care Sarah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7632009162966984074?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7632009162966984074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7632009162966984074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7632009162966984074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7632009162966984074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/flight-to-aucklands-last-call.html' title='Flight to Auckland&apos;s Last Call'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8030482236173912418</id><published>2009-01-26T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:34:00.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piu Piu!</title><content type='html'>Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd just do a quick post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;APP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Year of the Ox baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; was just a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; norma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;l day with a bit of over-the-top cleaning added into it. Been clearing up things back at the house, with the water jet. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lol... then, arranged the shelves, went to bath, just to go back to cleaning up. I bathed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times, with each time hoping that I would stay clean for at least another few more hours without getting sweaty. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXyvp84v7hI/AAAAAAAAAt8/A8PRCFts07g/s1600-h/sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXyvp84v7hI/AAAAAAAAAt8/A8PRCFts07g/s320/sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300397134507538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and am watching Slumdog Millionaire at the moment. It ain't bad at all. But it isn't one of those kinda movies where some teens will just sit down and watch the thing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; House Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;[But still House Bunny's a good movie to watch :)]&lt;/span&gt; Slumdog's a movie about this Indian kid and his life growing up in the slums of Bombay, or what is now known to be Mumbai City. He manages to get himself unto India's version of Who Wants to be A Millionaire, but gets accused of cheating, as people began to wonder how a slumdog like himself could get so close to a million bucks, or 20 million rupees. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This movie also touches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; friendships&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and the hardships life brings for an average Indian boy brought up in the slums and on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.30 am. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*looks around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8030482236173912418?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8030482236173912418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8030482236173912418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8030482236173912418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8030482236173912418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/piu-piu.html' title='Piu Piu!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXyvp84v7hI/AAAAAAAAAt8/A8PRCFts07g/s72-c/sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-6393828532565640302</id><published>2009-01-25T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:52:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh-bye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXvFnOrys2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/qQSrNfMQPTI/s1600-h/DSC09609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXvFnOrys2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/qQSrNfMQPTI/s320/DSC09609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295043064651494242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alyssa Chua left to Aus. yesterday. Damn, I thought Aaron was gonna cry, but he stood his ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the best to her there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd6d58dfdcf59d6a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd6d58dfdcf59d6a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F73F8934E1626627A1A00A090816BCE8B743CF3.45E85D3402B6616B649AA9775E0EEA84F453B27F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd6d58dfdcf59d6a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSdXurHkD0Y2PABID-lQWsTQmf_o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd6d58dfdcf59d6a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F73F8934E1626627A1A00A090816BCE8B743CF3.45E85D3402B6616B649AA9775E0EEA84F453B27F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd6d58dfdcf59d6a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSdXurHkD0Y2PABID-lQWsTQmf_o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethin I caught while at mcD's. Hahah... Crazy guys! Go on and watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-6393828532565640302?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bd6d58dfdcf59d6a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/6393828532565640302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=6393828532565640302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6393828532565640302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/6393828532565640302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/buh-bye.html' title='Buh-bye!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXvFnOrys2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/qQSrNfMQPTI/s72-c/DSC09609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-444179386409401802</id><published>2009-01-24T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:25:17.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Let-Down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXptd5W8iwI/AAAAAAAAAts/yp9_VR-_RZo/s1600-h/DSC09510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXptd5W8iwI/AAAAAAAAAts/yp9_VR-_RZo/s320/DSC09510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294664672308136706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; depressening. -.- No such word. Haha... I just...decided to touch on this. And it's my p-o-v(point-of-view). I'm sure everyone has their own, and forwardly would like to say that i respect everyone's respective opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember that feeling when you were let down for the first time? Whether it was during an exam, when your parents didn't want to buy you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; toy when you were younger, or even by a friend? People will tell you after that very first time, you're bound to be immune by future let-downs and whatnot, and you'll be able to bounce back way easier everytime it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it the fact that one knows that no one can be trusted and so he/she doesn't put in as much effort into a certain thing so that when the eventual let-down happens, it won't feel that bad? End-result: He/She doesn't let that person even have a chance to build the foundations of a let-down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the fact that he/she doesn't mind  what the long term effect is, just as long as he/she can fully experience the short-term pleasure(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;), because in the end, even if one gets let-down, they've already been brainwashed by what people say about how what doesn't kill you(the let-down) only makes you stronger? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;End result&lt;/span&gt;: One goes on with whatever it is that could turn out to be an eventual let-down, with ony one hope that this would help them in life's adversaries in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would one do when the let-down happens? And what should one be doing? Should the indidividual shun away from the slightest evidence of a potential let-down, avoiding any feelings of her own to be hurt, or should he/she take the risk and probably make the best decision ever going against what might lead to the worst repercussion ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure. In the end of both choices, if the choice the individual makes succeeds, the utitlity gained might be close to endless. But if it fails, then, I guess the only way to get better, is to get worse. After all , I never said that someone would be totally immune to let-downs. No such thing, unless you're totally emotionally numbed out or over-positive. Personally, I have yet to encounter such people. So, I don't believe it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just remember, when in a depression state or whatever you, my dear faithful readers are going through, youc an pray as much as you want for things to rectify itself. You have the choice of waiting for a miracle to happen, which I sincerely believe do happen once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can come out and realize you were never given a solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But an opportunity to find that missing puzzle piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes you just don't have to look with your eyes, ya know? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I've used &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;he/she&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt; so many times that it sounds as if , if there was a person i was referring to, it's a transvestite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-444179386409401802?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/444179386409401802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=444179386409401802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/444179386409401802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/444179386409401802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-down.html' title='The Let-Down?'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXptd5W8iwI/AAAAAAAAAts/yp9_VR-_RZo/s72-c/DSC09510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5012716536224707021</id><published>2009-01-20T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:48:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Works...But I Need Your Opinion</title><content type='html'>Hey! So I need your help. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just messing around with words, and I was wondering if you guys had any input. Lol, it's a half-written song.  Basically it's about FRIENDSHIP and relationships. And before you sigh, it's actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a happy song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahha. Don't let the first verse get you down. it gets happier. lol. So, lemme know what you guys think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the times we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Eventho' I know I shouldn't be,&lt;br /&gt;But when was it wrong to look back at the past?&lt;br /&gt;And how the hell did it all go by, so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the day we first met,&lt;br /&gt;Was it in kindy, or elementary or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;I said "hi" to you, all you said was "cat",&lt;br /&gt;And thru the weirdness, I knew one thing, that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Must've been something there cause you were blushing,&lt;br /&gt;Then reality snaps back, and I'm back here saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How did I find myself in this place?&lt;br /&gt;This life of mine is finally taking its pace,&lt;br /&gt;How did I find myself with you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the luckiest paleface, and you're my lucky horseshoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Will be putting a few more lines into it. lemme know wad yu think about it. Good or bad or whatever. I appreciate it alot!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5012716536224707021?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5012716536224707021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5012716536224707021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5012716536224707021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5012716536224707021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-worksbut-i-need-your-opinion.html' title='In the Works...But I Need Your Opinion'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-974566607003561892</id><published>2009-01-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:49:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy At The Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's 9 at night and I'm already tired as hell&lt;/span&gt;. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; hello&lt;/span&gt;! long time no read yes? Lol. So here I am popping a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TicTacs&lt;/span&gt; into my mouth. Loads of shit happened within this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;MONTH&lt;/span&gt; alone. And this time, for the first time in soo many months, I'm not gonna be blogging ONLY with words. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; fucking&lt;/span&gt; picture post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...I'm not sure if I posted this yet...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;checks blog history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeap, haven't posted about this yet. Aaron left for KL a few weeks ago. A couple of us including&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8ULBdR9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/S4cC5pEt-y0/s1600-h/DSC09508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8ULBdR9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/S4cC5pEt-y0/s320/DSC09508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992148065306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UUNU4UI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4JWonrANiyI/s1600-h/DSC09522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UUNU4UI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4JWonrANiyI/s320/DSC09522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992150531006786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this, as referred by Mr. lim Chee Seng, "gerrr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UX08a0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/5DeH8Vyr0CE/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UX08a0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/5DeH8Vyr0CE/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992151502482242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;a pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8Udh-kcI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jduW-Evjm3c/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8Udh-kcI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jduW-Evjm3c/s320/DSC01423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992153033544130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the other guy...relax, he's clean la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR9bE6VGQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hWa43Im26_k/s1600-h/fion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR9bE6VGQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hWa43Im26_k/s320/fion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292993366195509506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;the other guy's girl. She's clean too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UG-mIhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wMVhtqPZFec/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8UG-mIhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wMVhtqPZFec/s320/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992146979562002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;gan&lt;/span&gt;. geddit? Meh...&lt;br /&gt;...decided to go to the airport and see him off. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sucked&lt;/span&gt; to see him leave,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sucked&lt;/span&gt; even more to see our friends crying over him leaving. No, i did not cry. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Not even when I went home&lt;/span&gt;. But got sad la.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, he's coming back this Friday. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Manly clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7MRwYfXI/AAAAAAAAArs/Tkv4s6Zj9bk/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7MRwYfXI/AAAAAAAAArs/Tkv4s6Zj9bk/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990912922156402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, it was these two punya turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7MMbyVXI/AAAAAAAAArc/vgMpwENHk_I/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7MMbyVXI/AAAAAAAAArc/vgMpwENHk_I/s320/DSC01327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990911493592434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSAU9VF1PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1FN6UyOhahA/s1600-h/ccmien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSAU9VF1PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1FN6UyOhahA/s320/ccmien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292996559615939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Nore&lt;/span&gt; for awhile, got close to her startin '07. Knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chang Mien&lt;/span&gt; since she came to Lodge, helped her with some audition thing we did in Form 1, but I doubt anyone remembers that. Hahha.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; EPIC FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But had a good time skipping Geo and Moral for rehearsals. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; Even though I'm not really that close to Chang Mien, I wish you and Miss Eleanore Tan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Gold Gold&lt;/span&gt; all the best there, and I'll see you back here soon. And that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I miss ya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; take it slow&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;everything takes time&lt;/span&gt;. You'll be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Tuesday, think Keith's leaving for Aussie too. Sorry I can't go up man. =( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the carpooling to Club and to school when i needed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Appreciate it bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people go to another chapter in their lives, us &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kuching-nites&lt;/span&gt; are starting ours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7LwgzNYI/AAAAAAAAArU/UZgvgXweN6g/s1600-h/DSC09586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR7LwgzNYI/AAAAAAAAArU/UZgvgXweN6g/s320/DSC09586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990903998428546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story. Can't believe I'm in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Swin&lt;/span&gt;bure already. And yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything feels exactly the same&lt;/span&gt;. Except for the fact the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; rooms are smaller&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;attire is way different &lt;/span&gt;and that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;there is a necessity to use a lift to get some parts of campus&lt;/span&gt;. Currently doing compulsory subjects... and shit, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shit tiring&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mind boggling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;makes you super sleepy&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; hungry&lt;/span&gt;. And we only have like what...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minutes max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. It's not even a lunch break...it's a just a toilet break which I have come to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by ordering &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;fried tom yam noodles &lt;/span&gt;and eating the shit really fast. Not a nice image. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Thursday's packed. that's prolly why I'm tired. But I ain't complaining. Better than being stuck at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still seeing these people until &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSIShoMGPI/AAAAAAAAAss/kjlgxrX1bHo/s1600-h/DSC09481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSIShoMGPI/AAAAAAAAAss/kjlgxrX1bHo/s320/DSC09481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005313913133298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSITd8DVHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WLkF0tldrTM/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSITd8DVHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WLkF0tldrTM/s320/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005330102572146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSITVgetXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/cRvz7-O1Dws/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSITVgetXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/cRvz7-O1Dws/s320/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005327839442290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSISw1gSNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/f1sDjEfqaxo/s1600-h/DSC09584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSISw1gSNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/f1sDjEfqaxo/s320/DSC09584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005317995514066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Des and Morgan too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSISjZlUzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1TTy6oXuuGM/s1600-h/DSC09564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSISjZlUzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1TTy6oXuuGM/s320/DSC09564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005314388742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kinda miss my school life tho'. But gotta admit after a week in Swinburne, gotta admit school life was kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too planned out&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, at least with the 10- minute break, we're kinda forced to do time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, you could say, a new year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSNoXSFSOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Un5kLjXFZFE/s1600-h/se-c902-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSNoXSFSOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Un5kLjXFZFE/s320/se-c902-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293011186651318498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's a new "everything", huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;And yet I kinda miss the past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSSYnUPAfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EU7XniUvI14/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXSSYnUPAfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EU7XniUvI14/s320/amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016413635543538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the side-note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)                                                                               :D                                                                                :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-974566607003561892?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/974566607003561892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=974566607003561892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/974566607003561892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/974566607003561892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepy-at-wrong-time.html' title='Sleepy At The Wrong Time'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SXR8ULBdR9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/S4cC5pEt-y0/s72-c/DSC09508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4335077264437196843</id><published>2009-01-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:14:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Out</title><content type='html'>Finally, they decided to make a music video for this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a new version! Not the new CD version, but a newer one! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHyCQn1VrLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHyCQn1VrLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating for awhile. Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4335077264437196843?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4335077264437196843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4335077264437196843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4335077264437196843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4335077264437196843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-out.html' title='It&apos;s Out'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-826173332319685715</id><published>2009-01-08T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:37:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights Of '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Picture Update Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Happy New Year to everybody! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for not updating. Still kinda hung over from the fact that, from now on, when I say "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", it's referring to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. If you think about it, you gotta admit that last year, was, once again, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;st y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;UHHH...ANOTHER STORY ABOUT HIM!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt; is and was the only year I'll ever remember distinctively, as the year of everything I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A combination of everything. It's like when you buy a packet of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;itt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt;, some may like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ones, but in that packet, there's bound to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; ones,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; ones, black ones--OK la, no black ones. maybe the rotten ones or something... I miss eating Skittles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year where I won a plastic round thing dipped in shiny brown dye, attached with the school logo. Didn't matter that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; i got third&lt;/span&gt; or that my name wasn't printed in the school mag. The fact that I managed to get that far was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year I spent a total of around two to three hundred ringgit on my phone, as it kept on mysteriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;. Credits to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt; for helping me to get it repaired. On that note, it was the first time I used a P1i. No offence to the P1i users, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FUCK MAN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yesyes, Jesse's not good with smartphones&lt;/span&gt;. What does that mean? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; Nore would understand why I said that. Stupid stylus. Hahha... It was also the first time in SUPER MANY years that I kept a Nokia phone. The building a condo game,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ROCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Eheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SWG8-1cNJYI/AAAAAAAAArE/9N5wF3jYqgM/s1600-h/its+your+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SWG8-1cNJYI/AAAAAAAAArE/9N5wF3jYqgM/s320/its+your+call.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715225192965506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year I got up on the stage of my school to do what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. And no, it ain't addressing hundreds of Lodgians and boring them to death with my long ass speech. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besides, that post was filled since 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ;) i got to do it two nights in a row, and on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cum&lt;/span&gt; TEACHER'S DAY. The Mufti/Teacher's Day was super random, but yeah, still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I also began to get to do things I would have never thought I would ever do. Both in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; sense. Not gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt; into detail or anything, but, if it wasn't for those small things I did along the way to 31st December 2008, I prolly wouldn't be the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;" I is nows. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bad english was one of those things&lt;/span&gt;... Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess 2008 was the year of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; friendships&lt;/span&gt; too. Ever since '07 and with the Arts and Science stream, kinda lost contact with a few of my friends who were my classmates for a while. Some might say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good riddance to those years. As soon as I came to Form 4, I finally began to feel comfortable...&lt;/span&gt;", but how can I say that when all i remember of those years were just full of laughter and shit? Not literally shit la... After a while, I guess I just decided to call and IM these very special people, and thank God I did. Don't think I'll make the same mistake twice. Going out with one of them later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side-note, 2008 was the year I got a 78% for a February Econs chapter test. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Of course, thanks to a friend. And all that. Guess I needed that push, 'cause the next time 'round, I got my first "A1" in another monthly Econs test. Sure lah, it's not as huge as getting a Distinction for the term papers, but, I guess it gave me a sense of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; for myself, and that along with a teacher knowing what I'm capable of (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for a short while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; thing that must've been given to me by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Big Guy&lt;/span&gt; up there was the chance to actually feel something I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; asked from Him. the only difference between my requests in 2008 and 2007 was that it was with different people. And I got that chance for a while. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Le&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed &lt;/span&gt;a lot. G&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ave a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;recieved &lt;/span&gt;too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not money lah! =.=&lt;/span&gt; From a third-person's point-of-view, one might say that I made a bold choice by risking a lot. I initially thought that too. But, you know, if i didn't take the chance, may not have never really seen how things would've been and it would've been the same story, just with a different person. To that person, no pressure. What's in the past stays in the past man. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; for making me smile my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off during the better time of 2008. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2009...wow...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0 0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. I'm in awe of that number. Hahah! If 2009's anything like 2008 for me, I guess I'm in for a pretty crazy ride. Some people I know have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; for college and there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;another crate of them going off at the end of January&lt;/span&gt;. Bah... not really hoping on much this year. When it comes, I'll just take it like the chubby kid who takes a chocolate bar from the candyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to 2008: One of The Two best Years Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-826173332319685715?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/826173332319685715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=826173332319685715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/826173332319685715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/826173332319685715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/highlights-of-08.html' title='Highlights Of &apos;08!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SWG8-1cNJYI/AAAAAAAAArE/9N5wF3jYqgM/s72-c/its+your+call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8863914971402760533</id><published>2009-01-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:35:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 And Thinking About Marriage Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ow old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` 18 this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Dernoe. Not too old lo. When it happens, it will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` nah, don't think one-person marriages are that much fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Katy Perry wouldn't be so bad. =D Christmas Wishlist 2009! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want a garden/beach or a traditional wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Preferably beach, with pastor lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your ideal motive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;`Get through the day and say "Ah DO!" and be prepared for life altering...life. -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Always wanted to go Japan in Spring or some island. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` No idea. Prolly my family, both sides, her friends and mine. And one pastor/father. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Simple one with extravagant memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want the traditional vows or something you'd make up on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Traditional. I'll just tell her my make-up one that  night on honeymoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Up to bride. As long as more than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or a simple place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Don wanna go into detail about this. Evening reception cum dinner reception thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You'd rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` if not high tide season and weather rocks, outdoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you like a grand entrance for your groom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Paisei la. Hah! I'll just sneak from behind the best man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Name the song you like to play on your wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` I'll Be - Edwin McCain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Some what of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Light one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Describe your ideal husband/wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;`Just right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon &amp;amp; fork/knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Depends on what we're eating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Champagne or red wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Champagne. You spill champagne on yur white shirt, it won't smudge as badly as red wine. And it looks so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` RIGHT AFTER RIGHT AFTER!!! =d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Money or household items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Money please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who will pay for the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Split right down the middle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you ready for married life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you think you will still be a virgin until you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Can wan la. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you always be true to your wife/husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` The woman I chose to spend whatever time I have left here? Uh...YES? =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How many kids would you like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` 2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A new house for a newly wed or an old one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` If possible, a new one. But if not, I'll just work my ass off for a new one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What kind of cuisine would you like for your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` All sorts of food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you record your honeymoon in VCD/DVD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;` Pictures will do. Hu noes la..by that time..prolly got Blu Ray recording! Fwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whose wedding plans would you like to know next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Sidneh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8863914971402760533?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8863914971402760533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8863914971402760533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8863914971402760533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8863914971402760533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='18 And Thinking About Marriage Questions...'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-2607735409324321951</id><published>2009-01-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:00:52.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Put your iPod/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;music player of choice&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;random play&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;shuffle&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. For each question, press the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Tag your friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wonderwall of Broken Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cancer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That addictive man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Up Against The Wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHA!! WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vindicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What You Got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let Me Blow Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feel Good Drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything You Want.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Mmm..not bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One Of These Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Half Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaded &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like this answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;House of Wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This Generation &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;followed by a "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...these days. Haiii!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here We Go Again! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF! Hahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Better Than Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fergalicious...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some are wad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Freshmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hidden Track)...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Toy Soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Beautiful Awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Not Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I Just Wanna Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd Do Anything For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If i Ain't Got You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fabulous answer eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOLy shit. Is it me or does my random songs fit into the questions? Kinda cool...&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the lack of updates. Will be updating a looooooooooooooooooooooong post soon. For now, I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercurial Dodger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And basically ANYONE who wanna do it do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-2607735409324321951?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/2607735409324321951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=2607735409324321951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2607735409324321951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/2607735409324321951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1028303131308552729</id><published>2008-12-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:41:27.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Day In The Sun Cover!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, just uploaded &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cover I did. Go check it out yea? It's the first video in the My Covers section on my blog [ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yea, the one with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;pasu&lt;/span&gt; picture.&lt;/span&gt;=.=''], or you can just work your fingers and go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GofvBk-he8"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try to watch the recording til' the end k? :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And don't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to comment. I won't effing bite off your head for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1028303131308552729?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1028303131308552729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1028303131308552729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1028303131308552729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1028303131308552729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/fine-day-in-sun-cover.html' title='Fine Day In The Sun Cover!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1411076133866443631</id><published>2008-12-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:05:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oF HaPpyNeSs and SmIlEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I passed! Fcuk yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a side note. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's funny that people disliked me earlier on in the year. Don't remember doing anything provocative to anyone. Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; CAN BEAT THIS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1411076133866443631?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1411076133866443631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1411076133866443631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1411076133866443631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1411076133866443631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-happyness-and-smiles.html' title='oF HaPpyNeSs and SmIlEs'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5686533911514687560</id><published>2008-12-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:25:13.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrushCrushCrushed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_UCfYyHiPY"&gt;Click this to see my new cover!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again, Merry &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5686533911514687560?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5686533911514687560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5686533911514687560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5686533911514687560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5686533911514687560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/crushcrushcrushed.html' title='CrushCrushCrushed.'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8432736839594399071</id><published>2008-12-24T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:02:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing My Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This one was tagged by: Fion who loves uu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uu's not a real person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;According to your age&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, list down the number of things that most people don't know about you. And then tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I only began to eat those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; small cupped yogurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate people who choose to contribute to global warming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TicTacs. Seriously, you buy me that, and I'll finish that sucka' like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) I have begun to dislike watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, 'cause it's all the same show to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Set up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and set me up at the beach, and that'll be my definition of a night well spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) I have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;high metabolic rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, allowing me to eat as much as I want, and not gain too much weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) I'm not all that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;shy&lt;/span&gt; if I know you well enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8) I never liked eating cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9) I have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;frog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;which looks like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Shaddap Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10) I'm frustrated with the fact that my webcam can't take videos with sound, so I have to take 'em separately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I secretly like Geography back in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12) My hair is a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13)I'm nervous about my law test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14)Most of my memories of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15) I can't wait to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in love, but at the same time, I push away every single opportunity that's come my way as of lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call it sissy, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16) I try to hide my scars but am not afraid to show 'em sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love chick flicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sidney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mercurial Dodger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;---------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED BY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Saewahh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sidney&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not copy answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag questions must be 100% same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag people before doing the tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Clarice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sukukia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Homer S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. No air[You think who]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Fion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know 1? (Kenny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno... I just randomly named this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do if you never meet 2? (Fwish/clarice)&lt;/div&gt;Less retarded. life during Form 4 would def. be quieter and I wouldn't get scolded by teachers as much if I didn't meet her. no idea where she is now tho'. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do if 3 &amp;amp; 4 dated? Sukukia&amp;amp;Jessica)&lt;/div&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAA! So chun! Probably be the same as i am now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would 5 &amp;amp; 6 make a good couple? (Dick&amp;amp;Angel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel would kill Dick. Dick would be too afraid of Angel. YES, they would make a great couple. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think 7 is attractive? (Homer S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O_O uh...yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me something about 9 (Fion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIRL who drives anyone up the wall. Dances verrrrrrryyy well and bullies the shit out of me. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's 1's favourite past time? (Sidney)&lt;/div&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What language does 2 speak? (Clarice)&lt;/div&gt;Mandarin, Enggrish, BM, hokkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is 3 going out with? (Sukukia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The female version of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is 4? (Jessica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5? (Dick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago at S'wak Club. He's going Swinburne! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is 6's favourite singer? (Angel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly do not know...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you date 7? (Homer S.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would make things complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is 8 single? (No air)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope..she's dating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's 9's last name? (Fion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you consider being in a relationship with 1? (Kenny)&lt;/div&gt;Nono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which school does 2 go to? (Clarice)&lt;/div&gt;WAS in lodge...going to nanyang next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you like about 3? (Sukukiai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Hokkien is close to perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8432736839594399071?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8432736839594399071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8432736839594399071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8432736839594399071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8432736839594399071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/doing-my-tags.html' title='Doing My Tags'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8404031176909114249</id><published>2008-12-24T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:36:35.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm stretching, but you're just out of reach" - Skillet - Yours To Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; NEXT VIDEO ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;TUBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;6&lt;/span&gt; votes!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.and have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chri&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tm&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8404031176909114249?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8404031176909114249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8404031176909114249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8404031176909114249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8404031176909114249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-stretching-but-youre-just-out-of.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m stretching, but you&apos;re just out of reach&quot; - Skillet - Yours To Hold'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-9104410492909164624</id><published>2008-12-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:18:58.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SVBjV0epEQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jYIYNXbN5Dc/s1600-h/santubong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SVBjV0epEQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jYIYNXbN5Dc/s320/santubong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282831589421158658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, going to Santubong/Damai during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Monsun&lt;/span&gt; season &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;WAS NOT&lt;/span&gt; a brilliant idea. But hey, at least I got to see the sea.&lt;br /&gt; O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt; THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;SEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;What's next? Meet The Meat? -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! Yeap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip lasted two nights... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;altho' I came back down yesterday for a while to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Swin&lt;/span&gt;burne thang done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, went back up. But I think the best night was the first. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Had&lt;/span&gt; dinner with an old friend, and talked all night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Great night... =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;As quoted from her,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was worth the sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e im&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ge, I kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night was boring as fcuk. Had to wait for the rain to die down, THEN, get up ay 2 am to try to sneak into the beach. But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couldn't get up on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm back in good ol' 7th Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SVBlLEuNfhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/eKArB1cRxCw/s1600-h/damai+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SVBlLEuNfhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/eKArB1cRxCw/s320/damai+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833603826122258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think I'm going back there soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damai&lt;/span&gt; I mean. Too many things were not done there. Day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone...interested? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-9104410492909164624?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/9104410492909164624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=9104410492909164624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/9104410492909164624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/9104410492909164624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-bitch.html' title='Back From The Bitch!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SVBjV0epEQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jYIYNXbN5Dc/s72-c/santubong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1144849195422788539</id><published>2008-12-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:40:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like somethin's been lifted off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1144849195422788539?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1144849195422788539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1144849195422788539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1144849195422788539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1144849195422788539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/feels-like-somethins-been-lifted-off-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7230796204649771924</id><published>2008-12-21T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:16:55.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Four Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Super quick post--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week's been so&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; re&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;donk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that it has literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;PWNED&lt;/span&gt; every single week of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to sit for the law test and ended up in misery. A FRIGGIN'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 out of 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;MC&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;WT&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;W!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, have to go back and re-sit. Yay...-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Swin&lt;/span&gt;burne, and is now officially, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Swinburned&lt;/span&gt;. Enrolled for the Januray intake because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna use&lt;/span&gt; my real SPM results &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;'cause i think it'll be an eyesore. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;Saw sooooooooooooooo many people over there at the Open Day. And my guess is that most of them are taking Business Foundation. think I'm the only one that's taking up M.I.T[Multimedia and I.T] Ah well, at least still gonna see them here and there once in a while. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah! My hair's growing back! I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEH-heh-heh-heh-heh-VER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going back to that hair shop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; for five days. Had no Internet access for awhile, no car. So, been stuck at home. I changed my old motherboard into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pendrive&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pocket-knife&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; holder. Lol... As quoted by Josh, I was having "the unluckiest time of my life". Hahah... Internet's getting boring, so don't think I missed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten my Christmas shopping thing done yet, and my USB ports on my comp is acting up again, so can't do covers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FCUK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, Mom's on the fritz hollering my ass down. Will post a better post soon...SEE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Gavin Rossdale's Love Remains The Same. Been getting a lot of play tme on Mix too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7230796204649771924?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7230796204649771924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7230796204649771924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7230796204649771924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7230796204649771924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-four-days.html' title='Christmas in Four Days'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5366395674353134378</id><published>2008-12-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:01:30.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December's Survey</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favourite card game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Heart Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you speak to your mother today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many months until your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your sister right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Should be in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nobodae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anything you're giving up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This survey is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you gave your number to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Sarah or Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cleaned your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Long time ago, but I'm gonna clean it up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would you say is your number 1 best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="background-image: url(http://youthsays.com/images/linkicon.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: right top; padding-right: 12px; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0)" class="highlight"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Too hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you wake up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;By knocking my head against the rail I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the last bone you broke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The heart bone. HAhaha...no bone was broken by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many letters are in your surname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Swinburne, Damai, Bali, HP laptop, too much shit going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you curse a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me? Nah... /_/''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anything been heavy on your heart lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nothing my heart can't handle =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink bottled water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I drink water from my house put in a bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="background-image: url(http://youthsays.com/images/linkicon.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: right top; padding-right: 12px; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0)" class="highlight"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in the past years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you open about your feelings or closed off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Depends on who it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the last thing that made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aaron Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you tell everything to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No, but I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Doubt so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Looking back, did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone addicted to anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes. Many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know anyone who's been drunk recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Other room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened at 10:00 a.m. today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Brunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone by the name of Lee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Many moons ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;36. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandpa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ 7 years ago...R.I.P "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yea yea&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Go back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many and what kind of animals are in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; N/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time something bothered you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hate any of your ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your greatest accomplishment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ =) *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ponders away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather stay at other people's house or have them stay at yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anything also can la! Eh wait, depends on who first. Ahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to smoke a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="background-image: url(http://youthsays.com/images/linkicon.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: right top; padding-right: 12px; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0)" class="highlight"&gt;cigarette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Some guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;44. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever date anyone with tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dunno...never gave it much thought. A small one at the back would be ok(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Just don't want a girl to have a big ass tiger all over her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. O_O I'm not answering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;46&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Can you play any instruments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;47.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What do you miss about your past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I'll just keep that between &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;→&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Nah, I'm usually writing about other people. It's usually &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you going to tag after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; No one. But anyone can just go ahead and steal it from here. Did it cause i was bored anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5366395674353134378?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5366395674353134378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5366395674353134378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5366395674353134378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5366395674353134378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/decembers-survey.html' title='December&apos;s Survey'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3615141741167086754</id><published>2008-12-10T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:01:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is I feeling uncomfortable about almost everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3615141741167086754?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3615141741167086754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3615141741167086754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3615141741167086754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3615141741167086754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-i-feeling-uncomfortable-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-1640575718164585773</id><published>2008-12-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:24:31.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skillet's Song, Don't Say Goodbye ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit: Dancing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even if &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; and I looked like people trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;shoo off a fly&lt;/span&gt; while moving our legs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;forth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Ashley's b'day will be up...just as soon as I steal 'em from ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Credits&lt;/span&gt; will be given la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction:Dancing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Now I just need to get &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-1640575718164585773?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1640575718164585773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=1640575718164585773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1640575718164585773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/1640575718164585773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-admit-dancing-was-fun.html' title='Skillet&apos;s Song, Don&apos;t Say Goodbye ROCKS!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-5051148504659275040</id><published>2008-12-08T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:37:30.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TULAN-ED TO THE EXTREME!</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;some people command respect when they don't even fucking deserve i&lt;/span&gt;t. They walk around thinking that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they own a publically-owned area&lt;/span&gt;, commanding that things be done&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; their&lt;/span&gt; own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; AND WHY?&lt;/span&gt; Probably because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; they can't even control their lives at home&lt;/span&gt;, or something like how they think that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just because they have so much control back home, that they can just ask people to do as they wish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lesson for you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;fuckface&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're asking someone to keep quiet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;. Your friends are making just as much noise as any other person in the court. And don't go saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Can you keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;" unless you can do it yourself and not start going out in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;all orgy laughter&lt;/span&gt; when your friend cracks a wise ass joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't stand me, don't ask me to go to the opposite side. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;JUST LEAVE THE PLACE&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, it's worth the walk upstairs to wherever the hell you wanna go. Better yet, go to the toilet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;THERE IS NO TALKING THERE&lt;/span&gt;. And you can hide your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;stupid face&lt;/span&gt; when you ask someone to "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" while you go ahead and talk to your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-paikia- gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, what ARE you goiing to do? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Club with me with your badminton racket?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK around and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;tr&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;y tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;y tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y try t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ry try&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place. I have my rights to what I say and do, just as long as I don't say something offensive. I wasn't even talking to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;UNCLE&lt;/span&gt; to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Society wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for rich snobs who think they own everywhere just because they have a Rolex. OMFG...an expensive watch! Run!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r Rolex&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-5051148504659275040?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/5051148504659275040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=5051148504659275040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5051148504659275040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/5051148504659275040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/tulan-ed-to-extreme.html' title='TULAN-ED TO THE EXTREME!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-955433928270580983</id><published>2008-12-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:52:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0KM_wyx4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/da8DoPaJduY/s1600-h/06122008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0KM_wyx4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/da8DoPaJduY/s320/06122008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277385556738885506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, birthday girl, Stefan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;! May you grow older and happier with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Stefan&lt;/span&gt;. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0J3-3o3JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nFuozh32X8g/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0J3-3o3JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nFuozh32X8g/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277385195721907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0KEkxiKyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/q9PETk48CDk/s1600-h/06122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0KEkxiKyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/q9PETk48CDk/s320/06122008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277385412055280418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Stefan and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I loike that pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-955433928270580983?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/955433928270580983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=955433928270580983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/955433928270580983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/955433928270580983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-jessica-may-you-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/ST0KM_wyx4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/da8DoPaJduY/s72-c/06122008%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3641839353916973457</id><published>2008-12-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:53:28.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poooph! So this how it's like!</title><content type='html'>Went to listen to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt; talk today. End product of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt; of listening to a dude go &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and once in a while talk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;two guys reallly exhausted the fuck out of their brains&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;stomachache&lt;/span&gt; akibat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;curry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Maggi Mee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;PC Fair&lt;/span&gt;, bought some stuff, went home. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;FUCKING SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y things to do, yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For some reason, the colour of the sentence above reminds me of Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a break from this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;break&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SPM's OVER!!!! -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;more days&lt;/span&gt; til &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;So here I go again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Chasing you down again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do I, do this? Over and over, I fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Over and over, i try not to. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Over and Over &lt;/span&gt; by  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Grace&lt;/span&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3641839353916973457?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3641839353916973457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3641839353916973457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3641839353916973457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3641839353916973457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/poooph-so-this-how-its-like.html' title='Poooph! So this how it&apos;s like!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3637880119023121258</id><published>2008-12-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:53:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suak Cha Bo, Bin Oh Oh, Suak Ta Po, Pao Si Chio Chio. o_O"'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STUg_MQySmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0_91BycqXXA/s1600-h/its+your+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STUg_MQySmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0_91BycqXXA/s320/its+your+call.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275158808529881698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Credits to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;and officially stolen from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Josh Pui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  for the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just two more. Just two more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3637880119023121258?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3637880119023121258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3637880119023121258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3637880119023121258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3637880119023121258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/12/suak-cha-bo-bin-oh-oh-suak-ta-po-pao-si.html' title='Suak Cha Bo, Bin Oh Oh, Suak Ta Po, Pao Si Chio Chio. o_O&quot;&apos;'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STUg_MQySmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0_91BycqXXA/s72-c/its+your+call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-7122492609810424308</id><published>2008-11-29T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:55:25.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title, Just Words</title><content type='html'>When my comp decided to not on one day and be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reformatted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no word could describe how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;cheebye&lt;/span&gt; sad I was. All the songs, all the files. But the worst was all the pictures. For a very long time, my computer has been my personal picture album, my mp3 player, my folder. Then, when it died, a little part of me did too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer now has only 24 pictures, 148 songs, and two and a half rows of icons on my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that I had two memory sticks for my phone. The previous one was a 512 mb stick, most of my songs from my pre-death era of my computer were still in it. And my pictures were still in the stick too. So, I just took a few minutes to look over the pictures lo. It was good seeing all those old pictures, from this year, last year, the first photo i took with my phone, and many other first-photo moments with people I know, knew and all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the physical presence of a photo doesn'tt mean much to me. It's the history behind every single one of them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MCB! I'VE GONE ALL PHILOSOPHICAL ON YOUR WHITE, BROWN ASS!&lt;/span&gt; It's as if every photo has a story behind it, whether it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEWKPC6GzI/AAAAAAAAApM/xhxstycqMrk/s1600-h/sha%27s+taxi+driver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEWKPC6GzI/AAAAAAAAApM/xhxstycqMrk/s320/sha%27s+taxi+driver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021003720792882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;a very random outing with the three people I got close to within this year and last year. Aaron, Nore, Sha, Sheryl and I decided to go to KGS. They randomly called me up while I was still house hunting one day. So, went up there. Then, we somehow managed to go to Tabuan Jaya because of the dude in the photo. Went to Des's mom's shop to get a haircut. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEWJ1oDepI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jb_O5De9lJY/s1600-h/me+and+sha+and+cheryl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEWJ1oDepI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jb_O5De9lJY/s320/me+and+sha+and+cheryl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274020996897274514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still like this picture a lot&lt;br /&gt;someone's birthday party. Alyssa Mona's one to be exact. Came late, and that was among the first places I showed off my one-hip phone to everybody. Lol. Was my first time up on a stage too. Bleh. Got tipsy a bit too for the first time. And almost got caught. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEXRMrb8yI/AAAAAAAAApU/ScPPd15X1gQ/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEXRMrb8yI/AAAAAAAAApU/ScPPd15X1gQ/s320/me2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274022222856188706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just a really bad picture of me, which I keep because, well I don't think many pictures of myself. o_O''&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; that you know of&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;This one, all i can remember was a realization about myself, a success at letting go and the beginning of something that made 2008 rock like no other year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures were lost, and a few of them were really special to me, cause it was with friends and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people that I adore, even though they can act like a bitch or bastard sometimes, I truly can't seem to let that get in the way of anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes its' important for them to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =) Yeah, that was pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've come to learn that, even the computer can die when it's not even a real living thing. So, moral of the story, if you don't want to lose your stuff. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEY8hBGg-I/AAAAAAAAApc/aFI0pLYxBlc/s1600-h/pendrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEY8hBGg-I/AAAAAAAAApc/aFI0pLYxBlc/s320/pendrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274024066561770466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update: The siege on the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai is now, reportedly over.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-7122492609810424308?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/7122492609810424308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=7122492609810424308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7122492609810424308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/7122492609810424308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-title-just-words.html' title='No Title, Just Words'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/STEWKPC6GzI/AAAAAAAAApM/xhxstycqMrk/s72-c/sha%27s+taxi+driver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-713196637447944509</id><published>2008-11-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:05:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Jokes, Start the Support</title><content type='html'>First off, this place is pronounced "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", and is in India. Yeah, the country which has made curry a spicy symbol in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the Indians, not only in India, but throughout the world, have to go through countless jokes about the way they talk or how they live their lives. And the fact that, even though India is considered to be one of the two major rising economies in the world, it has among the highest population in the world today. To know that there are still people that need not only financial help, but a growing demand for basic supplies, such as clean water, that does suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what has been going on in Mumbai City, India's New York City, well, let's just say it doesn't make anything easier for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS69TexMsUI/AAAAAAAAAok/I1vH-Rya1Q4/s1600-h/mumbai.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS69TexMsUI/AAAAAAAAAok/I1vH-Rya1Q4/s320/mumbai.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273360356072010050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just within yesterday, the 26th of November 2008, 10 simultaneous terrorist attacks happened in Mumbai. The places of attacks ranged from hotels to train stations, but the media has currently focused all eyes on a hotel in Mumbai's district called, Taj Mahal Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a group of terrorists have taken over the hotel, and a record of 107 people have been killed, with 300 plus more injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching all this on CNN, I couldn't help but wonder, what the world was turning into? i couldn't bare the thought that these people had no idea what was coming. Seeing it's a hotel, it's only evident that the victims are tourists, mainly from the ang-mo countries. I mean, they did not anticipate something like this to go down, let alone have to see bloodshed on what was suppose to be a business trip or even a holiday for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS7DMe1XcpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Id1FDZtGLE4/s1600-h/mumbai+station+attacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS7DMe1XcpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Id1FDZtGLE4/s320/mumbai+station+attacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273366832900174482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A train station in Mumbai, blood on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part is knowing that out of the 107 people estimated to have been killed, 95 of them were Indians. These group of people managed to work hard, and get jobs with solid income, and, the next minute, they get a bullet.  And it's only ESTIMATED so far. But by the looks of the footage that CNN managed to obtained from the hotel scene, it seems like there's only more bad news to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized another thing. This is their life. India has gone through a lot. And with that, it's people have gone through a lot as well. So from now on, I'm never gonna make another joke on Indian and other race's respective lifestyles and what not. It's not like it's gonna make it any easier for them to deal with their lives when all this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously hope whoever you are, wherever you are, you understand what I have just come to realise too, and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; THE JOKES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;START&lt;/span&gt; THE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; SUPPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;they need&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we all can give&lt;/span&gt; without them having to wait, a'ite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kinda makes me feel appreciative for what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt; may not be the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS7BtBxJ54I/AAAAAAAAAos/bMUMwgWTHXQ/s1600-h/kch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS7BtBxJ54I/AAAAAAAAAos/bMUMwgWTHXQ/s320/kch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273365193010308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she's&lt;/span&gt; not so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Kuching, I truly love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you? ;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Go green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-713196637447944509?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/713196637447944509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=713196637447944509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/713196637447944509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/713196637447944509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-jokes-start-support.html' title='Stop the Jokes, Start the Support'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SS69TexMsUI/AAAAAAAAAok/I1vH-Rya1Q4/s72-c/mumbai.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3936325103439082289</id><published>2008-11-24T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:01:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless Tonight</title><content type='html'>Credits to Fion for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;new blog look&lt;/span&gt; and picture. Ok, not new, but still la... I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus, that pic is kick ass man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSpe5OipRbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5BM-Pf_sML4/s1600-h/get+well+soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSpe5OipRbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5BM-Pf_sML4/s320/get+well+soon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272130651039548850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3936325103439082289?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3936325103439082289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3936325103439082289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3936325103439082289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3936325103439082289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/restless-tonight.html' title='Restless Tonight'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSpe5OipRbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/5BM-Pf_sML4/s72-c/get+well+soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-8788067974198796659</id><published>2008-11-22T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:44:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cover-Up Grin Pwns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSfRM-JSq6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/T74vGfHhNJA/s1600-h/emo-danger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSfRM-JSq6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/T74vGfHhNJA/s320/emo-danger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271411909631060898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever feel like you're obligated to put on a happy face before going somewhere, just so that people wouldn't have to make fun of how you're really feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it feels like i have something that's not letting me be happy. And here's the catch, I have no idea what that thing is. It's the feeling where I just think that something's amiss, and yet this point of my life has never felt better, than ever. And yet still, something IS amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is a very big deal to me, and I'm sure to those of you who are 136 turning 17 this year. Maybe that's what's pushing me to get up everyday, study for a few hours, and after that, go back to sleep. It doesn't give me time to really stop and just relax. And right now, I'm afraid of relaxing, 'cause that "problem", whatever it is, will naturally come back to me, even if I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reassuring thing about this bit is that, everytime I pray, God delivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's for something I asked, but truthfully didn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSfShlZCk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/4F-Pc8wBW5c/s1600-h/old+house+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSfShlZCk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/4F-Pc8wBW5c/s320/old+house+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271413363275109266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   This picture never gets old. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss that house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-8788067974198796659?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/8788067974198796659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=8788067974198796659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8788067974198796659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/8788067974198796659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cover-up-grin-pwns.html' title='My Cover-Up Grin Pwns...'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSfRM-JSq6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/T74vGfHhNJA/s72-c/emo-danger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4823826726804936392</id><published>2008-11-20T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:45:45.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Remember Your Candy Asses!</title><content type='html'>Ok seeing there are&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; people&lt;/span&gt; who still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll post up a li'l &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;smthin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;smthin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this post came to me as I woke up from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; this morning. I began to think about all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; whom I've surrounded myself with, and I realised that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;things &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; gonna be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; without them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Why the hell is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;" highlighted in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;? No such word meh? Ah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;poo&lt;/span&gt;chini...Wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Imma tell you a li'l bit about the people that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Had to take pictures off some people's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friendster accounts&lt;/span&gt; 'cause my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;B port in my computer refuses to work today. &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credits to the original owners of the pictures will be given at the bottom. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOSS, MY FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSmFnxCIKI/AAAAAAAAAls/BL8AvUvW8Hc/s1600-h/aaron,+woo+lee+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSmFnxCIKI/AAAAAAAAAls/BL8AvUvW8Hc/s320/aaron,+woo+lee+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270520079434522786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kuching - The first guy I'm gonna talk about is, the guy to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;r l&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No need look so far left la actually. He's the guy with the biggest smile there. Mr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aaron &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known him since I was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kindy&lt;/span&gt;( the years I knew how to "spake" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkie&lt;/span&gt;n with ease, in other words without &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;spitting&lt;/span&gt; too much =S) After Kindy, we were in separate classes, up til' Primary 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in Form One, we were super crazy about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was some old, wrestler, and he was--some other younger wrestler. We'd wrestle everytime in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; class, or when there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;any open space on the floor&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha... Can you really blame us? I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a lot of change was going on then&lt;/span&gt;. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trouble together&lt;/span&gt;, and we sure as &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hell lied together&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing much has changed, except for the fact that we've gotten closer, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;we've looked out for each other more now&lt;/span&gt;. He's like that older lau-ho, lim pei style of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother I never thought I'd have&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventhough he doesn't show that we're close when it comes to me and him being face-to-face, there's this covalent bond that assures us that we are. Seeing is not always believeing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MAI GAWD, IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSqM7pLeFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aq5Y4vgmh48/s1600-h/datuk+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSqM7pLeFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aq5Y4vgmh48/s320/datuk+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270524603075885138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Datuk and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Frederick. Don't let the attire fool you. This is guy is seriously very creative. He can change &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;tissue roll&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;tissue&lt;/span&gt; and a&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; bit of cardboard&lt;/span&gt; into a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; rocket&lt;/span&gt;. And a NICE ONE, OK? Met him a long time ago(when he was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;thin&lt;/span&gt;), and got close to him(when he grew...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bulky&lt;/span&gt; =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;smoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and he has very fine hair. o_O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always went to him when i needed someone to just make me laugh without me saying a word, and it always helped me get through whatever problem I'm in, for the time being. Don't know what the hell is wrong with him la, but he's always smiling, no matter what. Even when he's trying to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST3p55nOhI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7bLo2FjVsPQ/s1600-h/dick+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST3p55nOhI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7bLo2FjVsPQ/s320/dick+sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609763219487250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dick's first day in Arts' Stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's best if you just don't "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tulan&lt;/span&gt;" him, in his words. Hahah... Altho' he has a tough gimmick, he's a real friend, who doesn't give advice, but takes laughter and uses it to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStXorF0xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4rHjcqY3q-U/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStXorF0xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4rHjcqY3q-U/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528085497074450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStWx29gbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0MRo42a5IAs/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStWx29gbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0MRo42a5IAs/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528070782910898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStWsAz2lI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RTJiJg_V6pk/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSStWsAz2lI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RTJiJg_V6pk/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528069213608530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told ya he's always smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a girl to the right in the background of the pic of Dick smiling with his hand gesture. Her name's Sha. I'm sure 'all know her. Sister of Mallek, daughter to Wan and Rose. And one hell of a friend to yours truly. Which brings me to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE GIRL BEHIND FRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the years of coming to know her, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;, came to found out that Sha can virtually make anyone laugh. And she has always continued to make me go "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;", but in a good way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Swit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt; or somethin' next year, and I'll miss going up to her, asking her if she wants to jam around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A girl with a great voice&lt;/span&gt;, she's definitely gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spice things up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Switz! All the best to you Sha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER AUGUST CHILD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSvDKDdmCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Z_FHKTRc8Wk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081020_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSvDKDdmCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Z_FHKTRc8Wk/s320/Snapshot_20081020_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270529932703668258" border="0" /&gt;"I'm number 3, WTH?!" - Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, her name's Sarah, and no, it's not the person on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Sarah since my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;danger zone &lt;/span&gt;was still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;. Her dad did business with my Dad. And apparently, we went to the same school, got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; in the same class up 'til now. She's a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; girl, who gets high on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;over-consumption of everyday things&lt;/span&gt;. O_O&lt;br /&gt;And because of her, I have a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; ass collection of toys, particularly, Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; ranger, what were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding history, Sarah's been a really good friend. There has been already a few times where she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knocked some sense into me&lt;/span&gt;, both &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;concsiously&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;unconcsiously&lt;/span&gt;. And I owe it to her that this point of my life is much more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. So, if you're reading this Sare,(COOL NICK NAME) thank you...and uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CAN I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA' Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O' N&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M-BRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RR?!&lt;/span&gt;  XD hillarious&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; shit&lt;/span&gt; right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ONE THAT MOVES WITH ELEGANCE OF SWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSx_KSshSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/v1H9Jm5Sa_w/s1600-h/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSx_KSshSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/v1H9Jm5Sa_w/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270533162582967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing will stop her from getting her drink-on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt;. She is 17. She likes to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sing in the rain with her arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aekwondo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ederation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; sister&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never really wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;until as of recently&lt;/span&gt;. Like the previous estrogen-breathing person in this post, Eleanore's been a great person to talk to when there's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I'm a very problematic person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough she claims to be just a better listening ear, she does give good advice sometimes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't think it's humanly possible to be close to this girl and refrain from bullying her a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm no bully(pffft), but I can't help say something that will end up in me being slapped. Doesn't mean i like the sensation of being smacked. Please don't think dirty. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd post up a certain recording of a certain someone...but yeah, I'm not that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm saving that for my next post! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND HELL-BENT ON GOING TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSTpOR9-3OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ph3So5umH5w/s1600-h/fion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSTpOR9-3OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ph3So5umH5w/s320/fion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270593895481138402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;lly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only began to know Fion last year. Before then, I only knew her as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Teo Yee's friend&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; the person who always always said hi to me&lt;/span&gt;. Think it was during the one week holiday during September or smthin' like that when I began to know her. From then onwards, found out that she can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never stop talking&lt;/span&gt; unless she's shy, which kinda is a cool combination of characteristics. To be shy and talkative at the same time, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a good friend, and always could talk to her easily cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it was never hard to&lt;/span&gt;. We've practically been through almost all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;highs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lows&lt;/span&gt; of friendship and being classmates this year, but we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE BIGGEST HAM CHI PENG DISTRIBUTOR IN ASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSTz1h2MnBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/usVRMgvL6C0/s1600-h/sheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSTz1h2MnBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/usVRMgvL6C0/s320/sheryl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270605564874628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known Sheryl since primary One. She was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. So the combination of both of us actually made &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Horlicks&lt;/span&gt;...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got close in primary 6, followed by Form One. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt;chi&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt; Era ba. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped listen to her problems in school, and on the Internet, and all i can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME BE PART OF YOUR MANY MANY ADVENTURES IN YOUR LIFE MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's effing hard to get a picture of Clarice anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------------------13 MINUTES LATER-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST3p39k_6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/IJOXubVUbBI/s1600-h/clarice+censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST3p39k_6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/IJOXubVUbBI/s320/clarice+censored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270609762699247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Due to infringement issues, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;head&lt;/span&gt; of Clarice has to be censored with this camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeah! Actually Clarice's picture had to go through some manufacturing process. She had to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST4Kq8kg9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/wU9ylxjIZiA/s1600-h/clay+op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST4Kq8kg9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/wU9ylxjIZiA/s320/clay+op.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610326141043666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;-ed to go back&lt;br /&gt;to her original state which is:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST4Knjdf2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/by2lSSwvOfQ/s1600-h/clarice+uncensored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SST4Knjdf2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/by2lSSwvOfQ/s320/clarice+uncensored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270610325230419810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice and I were initially friends because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;both our moms were friends&lt;/span&gt;, and teachers. Apparently, I used to eat lunch at her house, learn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; from her mom, and for some odd reason, I still remember Clarice always had &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;remnants of her kueh tiaw stuck on her mouth when we were still like...5&lt;/span&gt;. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had random weird moments, such as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CLARICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SPASM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTACK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;CLARICE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NoN&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt;. Always got scolded by Cikgu Charlene for disturbing this young lass. Hahah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always could talk about anything especially about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;things we both were too embarrassed to talk about with other people&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; obsession with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;. OK, so I'm not into Manga, I just let her talk it out. =D Gonna miss those times...She's going to Singapore to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Doctors, be very afraid&lt;/span&gt;. Joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey Clay, ah mei ah.... Remember that? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos grabbed from: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;aron&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;arah&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ion&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;heryl&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;larice&lt;br /&gt;That's about everybody that's been great to me. The funny thing is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;some of these people actually made an impact on my life, for the better and for the worse.&lt;/span&gt; The sad part about this is that I know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;only one of the aforementioned people is staying in Kuching&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the people that i mentioned don't even know that this post was made for them, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it's alright&lt;/span&gt;. But if anyone of you is reading this, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;, and if I had the chance to change how my life went within the past years knowing you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'd take that chance&lt;/span&gt; and t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hrow it in the bin&lt;/span&gt;, 'cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;life couldn't be any better, knowing you&lt;/span&gt;. I sincerely wish you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;all the best in whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Covered in the back, if you know what I mean9use a bit of brains for this one): &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And hey, don't worry so much about your future. I'm sure you so gonna do fine. if it was meant to be, then it will happen for yu. You'll be fine on your own. And when that fails to convince you, know that I'll always be here for you. As long as I have a cellphone, Internet connectivity and a voice, I'll always be here 4 you you you you  you and you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Don't you dare forget me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't forget about you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4823826726804936392?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4823826726804936392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4823826726804936392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4823826726804936392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4823826726804936392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-remember-your-candy-asses.html' title='I Will Remember Your Candy Asses!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SSSmFnxCIKI/AAAAAAAAAls/BL8AvUvW8Hc/s72-c/aaron,+woo+lee+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-4578849013243762494</id><published>2008-11-04T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:18:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey....APPRECIATE!!!</title><content type='html'>i TAG: FION, SARAH, JOASH, ASHLEY LEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Would you chew gum after someone else already has?&lt;br /&gt;If i chewed chewing gum that was already been chwed, then it'll just be...gum...&lt;br /&gt;2. What song describes your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;you And I Both by jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;3. How much does your dog weigh?&lt;br /&gt;i don have a dog...&lt;br /&gt;4.Are you a heart breaker, or the broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;heart break kid baby&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;6. Earrings or necklace?&lt;br /&gt;choker too!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Who have you talked to most today?&lt;br /&gt;aaron&lt;br /&gt;9. Friend of the opposite sex that lives closest to u?&lt;br /&gt;jocely--wait, opposite sex ha&gt; hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;10. Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;nt wearing a shirt -.-&lt;br /&gt;11. How many years have you taken a language?&lt;br /&gt;wad da hell? don udnerstand&lt;br /&gt;12. Who’s on speed dial 2?&lt;br /&gt;uncle lam&lt;br /&gt;13. What color is your background on your computer mainscreen?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;i eat at 11.11&lt;br /&gt;15. Good advice if you ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;Don forget yur camping gear&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you A BAD influence?&lt;br /&gt;me? nah!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;brown black&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you rather have your name or ur siblings name?&lt;br /&gt;ownage&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you do anything for someone?&lt;br /&gt;thot i wud, but not anymore&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;BY THE PEROSN WHO'S READIN THIS!&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;black, red, blue, white&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;no =)&lt;br /&gt;23. What song is on?&lt;br /&gt;how six songs collide&lt;br /&gt;24. Are your grades good?&lt;br /&gt;suck&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you date anyone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;27. Does your best friend have a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;28. Whose page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;kim lo's lo&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you went out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;12 smthin, stalker.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you watch the Gilmores?&lt;br /&gt;No. No TV!&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever enjoyed listening to Jack Johnson?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson got la..jack johnson oso got.&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever seen or enjoyed watching the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;once in my life. yes&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have one or more Britney Spears C.D.s?&lt;br /&gt;Y...Y...Yes...&lt;br /&gt;34. Which radio stations are your favorites?&lt;br /&gt;mix&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you a Lost fanatic?&lt;br /&gt;more of a lunatic&lt;br /&gt;36. Still have pictures of your ex?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?&lt;br /&gt;used to&lt;br /&gt;38. Alanis Morsette?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you watch Family Guy?&lt;br /&gt;used to. too earli the mornin for me.&lt;br /&gt;40. King of the Hill?&lt;br /&gt;most boring show EVER&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you read trashy romance novels often?&lt;br /&gt;sry, don read.&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;only when mom ain;t around!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you sing obnoxiously in the shower when no one’s home?&lt;br /&gt;YES! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever watched a little kid’s show?&lt;br /&gt;duh. i wasa kid once ok???&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever pretended your crush was with you when they weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;;S Yes.&lt;br /&gt;47. Did you draw pictures for your first crush back in elementary school?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. no&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever liked a boy but didn’t ask her/him out because you were afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Not that i can rmbr of.&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever written a poem or story about your life?&lt;br /&gt;somewhat =D&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever spent over an hour thinking about nothing but a certain person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i did&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever liked someone solely because of their appearance?&lt;br /&gt;itz called physical attraction. yes&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you eat all the servings in the food groups on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;there's a food group now??&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?&lt;br /&gt;not a freak. but yeah, i appreciate neatness,&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to South America or Africa?&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you know how to knit?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you have a cell phone or iPod with a patterned cover?&lt;br /&gt;yesh&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them in a song?&lt;br /&gt;yes. why? wanna steal em bitch?!&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you keep a diary or journal online?&lt;br /&gt;itz called a blog man...&lt;br /&gt;59. When you open your closet, what is the color?&lt;br /&gt;white..and many colors from shirts...&lt;br /&gt;60. Baskin Robbins or Coldstone?&lt;br /&gt;never tried either.&lt;br /&gt;61. Physics or chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;iEcons for me pls...&lt;br /&gt;62. Earphones or headphones?&lt;br /&gt;ear&lt;br /&gt;63. Pink or teal?&lt;br /&gt;Tea pls! XD&lt;br /&gt;64. Earrings or a ring?&lt;br /&gt;ring la ring la..&lt;br /&gt;65. Commitment or casual dating?&lt;br /&gt;casual datiung, then as the relationship progresses, commitment. and if it really is somethin, full-commitment,&lt;br /&gt;66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?&lt;br /&gt;SW&lt;br /&gt;67. Fly or road trip?&lt;br /&gt;FLY. But now price of tickets are getting cheaper..bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;68. Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-4578849013243762494?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/4578849013243762494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=4578849013243762494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4578849013243762494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/4578849013243762494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/surveyappreciate.html' title='Survey....APPRECIATE!!!'/><author><name>sixstringer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10152266209879786916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afBWzcRPjbE/SKeozvJ605I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XvAAGBYTJX4/S220/DSC02499.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2009762575420166704.post-3208089324486147785</id><published>2008-11-04T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:52:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Survey. APPRECIATE THIS!</title><content type='html'>1. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU HAD A BABY WITH THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;~ Well, I'd be freaked out, but if I was the one having the baby, I'd prolly scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the most important part of a relationship? Why?&lt;br /&gt;~ The ability to love someone for who he/she is.  If you can't do that, what the hell are you doing in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you blocked on MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;~ Myself. haven't been on MySpace in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do your parents force you to go to church?&lt;br /&gt;~ Nope. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;~ Insomniac-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you date the last person who posted this?&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't think dating myself would prove to be sane in this...planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;~ If I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who's in you profile picture with you?&lt;br /&gt;~ =S No one? Why? Do you see someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name a lyrics from the last you listened to.&lt;br /&gt;~ "Cause you're hot and your cold, you're yes and you're no, you're in and you're out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;~ 6, then 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;~ More afraid of falling out of one than into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;~ Twigs and some shrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Contact lense, or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;~ Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many windows are open on your comp?&lt;br /&gt;~ 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you gonna after this?&lt;br /&gt;~ Publish this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;~ I believe the man-way of saying cuddle is...sniggle. yes, I like to...snuggle. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How tall are yu?&lt;br /&gt;~ Taller than 5 feet, shorter than 5 feet 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like someone? Does their name start with A, K, M, J, B, Z?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;~ Like seeing them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;~ My broken chair. =S Don't ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is the one thing that you would love to happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;~ Form 4 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would your parents get pissed at you if you came home smashed?&lt;br /&gt;~ They'd prolly have a hard time sleeeping with me as I sing "I Swear" at the top of my lungs in my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah, it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think you've made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes, my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is there a girl that knows everything or most things about you?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah, unless she's forgoteen about me. Either way, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who was the last person you had a call longer than 7 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;~ Mr. Teo, who just had to say "hello" to everybody last night. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How often do you hold back what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;~ Kinda often. Depends lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you ever dye your hair blonde?&lt;br /&gt;~ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Is something bothering you now?&lt;br /&gt;~ Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is it hard leaving people behind?&lt;br /&gt;~ Depends on what sense you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you excited for?&lt;br /&gt;~ Something I don't really wanna say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last thing you spent money on?&lt;br /&gt;~ Food, food, and batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is there one song that reminds you of a certain time which you clearly remember?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah. =) I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When did you do something you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;~ Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;~ Home, studying, scaring people, making people cry. Oh wait...where ha?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last non-alcoholic beverage you consumed&lt;br /&gt;~ Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Was it a dude or dudette that texted you last?&lt;br /&gt;~ Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. name something you;re doing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;~ eating lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Does your phone normally ring in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;~ No. yeah, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IS there something you want to tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is there someone you'll never forget?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yup. Don't you have one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;~ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you think you're too smart?&lt;br /&gt;~ I think I'm too smart to be smart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;~ Obvously, this question has never been in love . o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever held hands with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;~ Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;~ I became happier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you love the last boy/girl you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah, but, in a way friend way. He's my best friend .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Is there a secret you never told your parents?&lt;br /&gt;~ No. There are MANY SECRETS I never tell them about. It is secrets for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;~Letting it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;~ Despite enormous temptation to try, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Who was the last person to come to your house?&lt;br /&gt;~ A few friends from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever kissed an ex after you broke up?&lt;br /&gt;~ Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you done anything in 2008, that you regret badly?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah. No year is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What artost are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;~ Until June. they're kinda unknown...so..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. If your ex say he/she hated you, you say:&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm sorry you feel that way, cause I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;~ Move around in bed, find a comfotable spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Does anything hurt on your body?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes. My legs and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL YEAH! THIS SURVEY IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Chang Mien&lt;br /&gt;Dick &amp;amp; Keith&lt;br /&gt;Fion&lt;br /&gt;Sidney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2009762575420166704-3208089324486147785?l=jsmsong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/feeds/3208089324486147785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2009762575420166704&amp;postID=3208089324486147785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3208089324486147785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2009762575420166704/posts/default/3208089324486147785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-survey-appreciate-this.html' title='Stupid Survey. 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