<?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-12908205</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:11:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Blue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-5716413801438421837</id><published>2007-01-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:47:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Edited)I shouldn't love you but I want to,I just can't turn away. Just so you know,this feeling's taking control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday,we all met up at around 2+ to accompany Priscilla to go to Heeren. Walked around and Bryan came soon after. Went over to Cineleisure to eat before walking to Monstercue for pool. Headed over to Plaza Singapura after that and waited for others for the movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke left. Watched Spirit Of A Victim with Sean,Leslie,Pamela,Jasmine and others. Haha.. that's the reason why i do not like horror flicks. I did not understand the movie and the ending at all. I nearly fell asleep as the whole movie was confusing and repetitive. Haha.. and Pamela actually sent me a message to wake me up when she was just sitting like 2 seats away from me. Haha.. what the hell. Some parts were sick with all the blood and disgusting skins of some ghosts. Sean,Leslie,Pamela and some others even wanted to go down to Old Changi Hospital after the movie. Haha. So they left while Priscilla,Jasmine,Ronald,Yilong and i stayed around. However,we saw them coming down the escalator at Plaza Singapura. Wonder what they were doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday(Thursday).. woke up early to go to Temasek Polytechnic. We actually didn't want to go for it today since it will be quite far from Ronald's place but oh well. Haha..man,i was the first person to arrive early at Tampines. First time. Waited for the rest and ate something light before taking a bus at the bus interchange to Temasek Poly. A LOT of buses filled with school students were entering. Boy.. it was packed. Especially the School Of Business which i'm so interested in. The tour guide actually left us at a chatroom and left while other tour guides actually took them everywhere. The whole thing was absolutely messy. So many schools! Even Saint Patrick's. Then saw CHIJ. Haha. Saw Lynn and Alethea. So called for them. Man.. they didn't want their bags so they gave it. I so didn't want it at all. Haha. It's been a while since i last saw them already. Even Bong and the others. Immediatly after that,i heard someone calling me,it was Michelle! Another person which i haven't seen or heard from for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made our way down to Heeren's Villa'ge after that for Jasmine's birthday. I ate a lot. Phew. Hahah... laughter amongst ourselves. Stupid and lame jokes,made fun of each other. Cut and blew cake. Some left. The rest wanted to play pool at some place nearby but was closing. Left the building and the group broke up even more. So i decided to leave too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are seriously broke from going out daily. So we are considering about tomorrow's event at DXO. Man..DXO! Morever.. WEST GRAND BOULEVARD will be performing! Along with A Vacant Affair and Caracal. 3 of the favourite local bands. I want to go. Bryan Gamboa will be back singing in West Grand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess we're not going out today. Was supposedly going to Ngee Ann Polytechnic but all are tired. So yeah. It's stay at home day today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-5716413801438421837?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/5716413801438421837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=5716413801438421837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5716413801438421837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5716413801438421837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-that-i-ever-wanted-was-this-peace.html' title='(Edited)I shouldn&apos;t love you but I want to,I just can&apos;t turn away. Just so you know,this feeling&apos;s taking control.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-3676564603466220335</id><published>2007-01-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:21:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you,would miss me,the way that i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay.. just got back,supposedly going to work out,cycle,tan and stuffs. Haha.. but swam only. The sun was like always on and off. So so wasted. So we went to Parkway to have lunch and play some pool(again!) before going home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm.. so Saturday,woke up quite late before sending my sister for tuition together with my parents then went supermarketing for groceries. Afterwhich went home,changed and took a cab down to pick my sister and headed straight down to the airport. Thought we were going to be late. My dad checked in,met up with his colleagues and got his boarding pass before joining us for dinner. We were deciding whether to eat at Ajisen or this "Italian" restaurant. Decided to go ahead with restaurant serving pizza. Turns out it was a restaurant serving Mediterranean food. It was not too bad,finally something which was different. Tried some Lebanese rice. Sent my dad off after dinner. He's going to Israel til the 18th and will be back in Singapore only on the 19th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: Went out with Luke,Ronald,Yilong. Went to play pool as usual at Monstercue. Saw Daniel,Aloysius,Pamela and company. Then Kenneth came and joined us while waiting for friends. Headed down to Vivocity to catch a movie. School For Scoundrels. It was a pretty interesting and funny movie. At some points it kinda can be related to yourself. Well,at least to me. Haha. Went to eat at Burger King for dinner again. So damn fattening. Fast food,fast food and more fast food!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man.. i wanna catch Il Divo live in Singapore on the 18th of this month. But my dad will still be overseas,so looks like i'm going to give it a miss. Oh well. I'm off tomorrow. See you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-3676564603466220335?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/3676564603466220335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=3676564603466220335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/3676564603466220335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/3676564603466220335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2007/01/stay-same.html' title='I wish you,would miss me,the way that i miss you'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-2201505967707041125</id><published>2007-01-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:01:30.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips of an angel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haha.. i know this is a little late. There were only Luke,Lihao,Ronald,Yilong and me. Went to Marina South for steamboat. Afterwhich Elvin came down to meet us when we were already at the steamboat area. Man.. we had to wait a while to get a table for steamboat,everywhere's packed. We were then joined by Shirley,Jasmine,Junmei &amp; Priscilla. They actually didn't plan to come down but changed their minds in the end. Junmei &amp;amp; Shirley left after a while,leaving Priscilla &amp; Jasmine. Went for pool nearby after eating. And there wasn't any countdown at Marina Bay like what Ronald said. Haha. So we headed down to Esplanade after 1 hour of pool. Ugh. We nearly missed the fire works. Couldn't get any cab after a long distance walk. But finally hailed one and only 4 could go up. So the rest had to walk,but Elvin went home. Finally met up with the rest. Lihao and i felt that we could make it to the Esplanade in 10 minutes so we ran. Haha. And we did caught it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slacked around after the fireworks and saw Rebecca,Julene &amp;amp; Phylisia at some cafe. Haha. Okay.. so we were stuck in town cause trains and buses were full. But i was actually thanks to me. Decided to wait. Missed all the transports in the end. So went to Starbucks to chill. My mum kept forcing me to come home. But persuaded to let me stay at Lihao's house. The girls stayed over as they actually had plans to stay over at a friend's place but had a change of plans. It was fantastic. Watch movie,cook and all. Us,guys went out to watch tv as we didn't want to sleep nor disturb. Haha.. but got persuaded by Rebecca. I'm stubborn la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday went to town with my family to shop for my sister's back to school stuffs. Met Lucas on the streets with his friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man.. i got to wake up early with my dad tomorrow to send my sister off to school before going down to Gleneagles hospital with my mum for her operation. So hope all goes well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah.. and i'm out of Trella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry if the images quality are bad. Took it with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015802449374298754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RZu1wLp9QoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/agaGXNEkKjc/s320/01012007125.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015802904640832146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RZu2Krp9QpI/AAAAAAAAABE/GKiALmrBXT4/s320/01012007126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015804059987034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RZu3N7p9QqI/AAAAAAAAABM/CcPzF_YZ_FU/s320/01012007111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-2201505967707041125?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/2201505967707041125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=2201505967707041125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2201505967707041125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2201505967707041125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2007/01/lips-of-angel.html' title='Lips of an angel..'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RZu1wLp9QoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/agaGXNEkKjc/s72-c/01012007125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-2093197576805037571</id><published>2006-12-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:18:15.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The distance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey hey hey.. what's up?! I'm back from Bangkok. Haha.. the trip was kind of short,my mum even felt that she did not have enough time spent there. My aunt and cousins went along too. Stayed at the Conrad Hotel. The breakfast served there was roughly the same everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The 1st night(25th December) we arrived,everything was already closed,so we had no options but to retreat to the hotel suite. And i was already sick. But it sure didn't affect me from having fun there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2nd day was shopping,shopping and more shopping. The malls we went to there were like those of Heeren but like a night market at the same time. Able to bargain and stuffs. We walked so much that our legs were numb. We took tuk-tuks or however you spell it. Those open-air taxis. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(the one of the hilarious old Visa advertisement: Mr Brosnan?)&lt;/span&gt; Haha. It was a new experience. The malls closes quite early,like 7pm their time. So we went over to the Suan Lum Night Bazzar. Walked around and bought some more stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3rd day: We did not visit much of the tourist attractions. Wanted to see how was the floating market like. We actually wanted to hire a private guide from the hotel to take us around,however,it was costly so was cancelled in the end. So we actually only had the chance to take this longtail boat around the river. We stopped at Thongburi snake farm to view all the animals there. Then alighted at a temple. Finally dropped off at Grand Palace where the Emerald Buddha was. But i didn't went in. Afterwhich we continued with even more shopping. Haha. Went back to the hotel to rest and was all ready to leave for the night bazzar again. But decided to stay in the hotel and left my parents and aunt to go to the night bazzar. We stayed up watching movies while waiting for dinner to be bought back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The food there is not nice. Really. At food courts,coupons are used which are real irritating. Haha. It is also difficult to communicate with the people there. I finally caught Miami Vice on the plane. And watched half of The Illusionist on the way back. I want to finish it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh.. and i didn't meet up/bumped into Rebecca. We were staying quite a distance away. Wasted. We were both in the same city at around the same dates. So close yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Touched down in Singapore on Thursday(28th December) at about 3pm. Went home. Slept for 2 hours. Then woke up,prepared to leave and i got a little something extra as i was afraid that the actual one isn't enough for Beccaberry. Then went to the chalet. I was still unwell and actually didn't want to turn up as i was telling Lihao,we felt that we would impose the people there. But still went. Turns out,some were unhappy. So yeah,it was our fault anyway. At there,got a small gift exchange with the girls. I like the shirt. Haha.. it was a REALLY wild and fun time. Never got left out at all. Enjoyed the company of all 3. They should not have bothered accompanying us and also waited for us to leave. Felt bad that they were tired,have to wake up early the next day,and yet did all those. Someone even has eyebags already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay.. i don't know what should i do tomorrow. My mum has been nagging about always going out again. So i'm not sure if i'm able to go anywhere tomorrow. Maybe not even MOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-2093197576805037571?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/2093197576805037571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=2093197576805037571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2093197576805037571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2093197576805037571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/distance.html' title='The distance..'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-5899379461117703287</id><published>2006-12-25T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:56:35.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a little crush,I just can't get enough of that stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think i'm down with the cold,but it's not that serious yet,so it won't affect my holiday. Well..i just got home from my uncle's place. Kinda like a gathering for my father's side of the family. My uncle/godfather actually gave me a $150 Adidas gift voucher. I have no idea what can i get. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was at Mount Faber yesterday night with my family. I liked it there,it was lovely. Boy..if i have a girlfriend,i would definitely go out on a date at Mount Faber. And maybe we can dine at one of the restaurants up there then take a cable car ride. Haha. Or i would also love to spend time with her at the rooftop sky park at Vivocity. The view there is real relaxing. Oh yeah.. there was a real nice party going on at Mount Faber,there were music and even artificial snow. My father checked it out,it costs $38. Should have been there to celebrate Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay..i'm flying off in about 4 hours time to Bangkok. So yeah. I still owe some of you guys the Christmas gifts. Haha. I'll be back on the 28th. Safith even called me personally to wish me a Merry Christmas and asked when could he pass me the gift. That was nice of him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...will i see .. there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-5899379461117703287?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/5899379461117703287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=5899379461117703287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5899379461117703287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5899379461117703287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-little-crushi-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='Got a little crush,I just can&apos;t get enough of that stuff.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-5171389295510701604</id><published>2006-12-24T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:33:06.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic acoustica</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hoho! At first,immediatly after peforming at Home club for the promotion of MOSH,i felt that it was the worst performance ever cause we messed up as usual. Haha..however,on watching the Hemic video we did,i think it was quite okay. Maybe i can post up a video so whoever is reading can judge for themselves how we were. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We did Suspension,Middle Of The Night,Hemic,Original and YOUR CALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved it there,it feels really comfortable to perform there. Haha. No idea why. But there wasn't really a crowd there to talk about. And the claps we got were like only from our friends who turned up. Man. But thanks to all who came down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh..and i left the place early cause i was supposed to join my parents for dinner,so i did not manage to catch the rest of the bands. I wanted to catch The Vinyl Summer. I also heard that the last band was the best. Wasted. I should have stayed. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's already Christmas Eve. Isn't it fast? It doesn't feel like a year has passed,when we were all not bothering about our 'O' levels. Haha. School is soon reopening for everyone else,so chances are there won't be any more outings. Aw man. I'll miss everyone. And it looks like there won't be any celebration for Christmas this year. Maybe there will be one for The New Year,i hope. Oh.. and i think i would only be giving my friends the Christmas presents when i'm back in Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah..real sorry if anyone couldn't contact me. My phone was having some problems. But it's fixed now. And i guess everyone's at DXO now. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beccaberry is flying off later. Bon Voyage. See you REAL soon. Haha. I hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright.. Merry Christmas,Happy Holidays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-5171389295510701604?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/5171389295510701604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=5171389295510701604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5171389295510701604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/5171389295510701604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/acoustic-acoustica.html' title='Acoustic acoustica'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-2227467111404342251</id><published>2006-12-12T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:17:31.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Love Out Of Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear ye! Hear ye! Okay...Audiorojak is over. It was kind of fun. We played Middle Of The Night, Skeptics And True Believers,Hemic,our own unnamed original And Suspension.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what i have to say: I suck. I suck. I screwed up. I screwed up. I screwed up. I screwed up. Sorry everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to all who came down. Really appreciate it. Caracal was absolutely fantastic. And Matt from A Vacant Affair screamed for one of their songs. Nice. The rest of the bands who played like Triad,Veronica Decides To Die,Savage Messiah,The Arrant End,Sameolddifference and Black Star Brigade were great too. Hopefully there will be pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed West Grand Boulevard on Saturday at the Lime Sonic Bang. What's more Gabriel was playing for them as Dharma was travelling. Oh well. Just hope to watch them sometime soon. I wanna see Bryan in action again. We went to Cherylann's chalet instead. Haha. I left at about 9am the next morning while they stayed and went to Wild Wild Wet and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...so here are the pictures. Haha..these are the only picture i have received,so yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009172583614310018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RYQn7ND05oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UxgWGyqSQRQ/s320/veronicadecidestodie.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica Decides To Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009173567161820834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RYQo0dD05qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RoxOFa5n4qw/s320/trella.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009172716758296210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RYQoC9D05pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uRnIf1HTkHg/s320/chris+did+you+just+take+a+bath.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caracal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris did you just take a bath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Haha..the original title of the picture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-2227467111404342251?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/2227467111404342251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=2227467111404342251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2227467111404342251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/2227467111404342251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/hear-ye-hear-ye-okay.html' title='Making Love Out Of Nothing At All'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RYQn7ND05oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UxgWGyqSQRQ/s72-c/veronicadecidestodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-497252762340756011</id><published>2006-12-07T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:08:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RXcCIuYqEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGaXCTyBG8k/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005471859759256082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RXcCIuYqEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGaXCTyBG8k/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay... so i left the house with Li Hao at about 3.30pm. Only to realise that i have left my Flow ticket at home. Ugh. So had to travel back from Bishan train station back to my home. What made it worse was that it was raining. Then met up for pool with Bryan,Ronald,Luke,Glen,Aloysius and Cedric. All the way til me and Bryan had to leave for the play by SJC at Raffles Jubilee Hall. Spent $25 there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time the play had ended,West Grand Boulevard was nearly done playing already. Ugggghhhhh! Shit. And i missed Bryan's come back to the band. I heard from friends that Daphne cried while singing Waiting For You. Seriously,i feel absolutely sad for her. After all the songs she wrote and performances done,she had to leave like that. Oh well. However,on the other hand,boy...am i glad Bryan's back. I got in in time to watch Plainsunset. Haha. Girl On Queen Street! After which i went out to meet Li Hao and grab a bite at Mcdonald's. We were then joined by the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lent Li Hao my IC as he was only 15 years old who was not allowed,to try entering again. He got past the first check but got stopped on the second one by this lady. I was called out by him as the security wanted to see me. Got forwarded to another guy from security at some post and he told us arrogantly to face the wall in one corner. When we got called upon,they asked for explanation for why he had my IC. So i was like busted. I tried to cover my ass by saying it was an accident as we were placing all our cards in our wallets on the table and it got mixed up. I was sticking my hand in my back pocket to adjust my pants and some other guy told me rudely: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh..this kopitiam ah? Why must stand like that?". It's like what the hell is their problem man? Then the person at the table was questioning us and saying: "I'm in a fff.. fucking bad mood now,so don't piss me off!". He continued saying that he can call the police and get us locked up. Before letting us go with 2 stamps on both sides of the hand showing we got banned. He added:"Do not mess with MOS!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ministry Of Sound sucks. I wasted $20 just like that. Nothing fantastic about it. Momo or DXO would have been better. MOS is always packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh... Audiorojak is coming in 5 days! Jamming jamming jamming now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-497252762340756011?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/497252762340756011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=497252762340756011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/497252762340756011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/497252762340756011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/waiting-for-you.html' title='Waiting For You'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPt53HwWajU/RXcCIuYqEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGaXCTyBG8k/s72-c/IMG_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-1686164174843631317</id><published>2006-12-01T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:38:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig Gig Gig Gig Gig Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5805/1575/1600/441209/Audiorojak%20Flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5805/1575/320/310728/Audiorojak%20Flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are organising this gig. Everyone's invited. Please come down to support. Contact me for more information.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-1686164174843631317?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/1686164174843631317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=1686164174843631317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/1686164174843631317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/1686164174843631317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/12/gig-gig-gig-gig-gig-gig.html' title='Gig Gig Gig Gig Gig Gig'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-8622501129082556229</id><published>2006-11-26T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:20:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the movies,on the big screen,i'll make you mine.If this was highschool or just homecoming,we'll dance all night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now for an update after some time. So i came back to Singapore from Genting yesterday(Friday) at about 11pm. Feels great to be back. Alright.. my parents went up with me too. There's Bryan, Joey &amp; Kenneth. It was fun la. Nothing much to buy there. It was kind of cold up there such that the rooms do not need air conditioning. Okay,so here's how it looks like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5805/1575/320/621387/IMG_0590.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i have to say that Kenneth is seriously obsessed with clubbing. Aiyoh. He keeps repeating songs over and over and over again all the way on the bus trip up and down. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed Caracal at the Weekend Trip today. Man. I wanted to walk over but no one actually wanted to accompany me,so i had to join them for pool instead. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still want to try out many things. I want to go kayaking. I'm still waiting for my 2 wheeler from my mum. Ugh. Don't get what's up with her in the first place. And i do need to go shopping, but have got no ka-ching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm... i want a job. But what job can i take up? I do not have the slightest clue. Maybe i can be a dogsitter again. But once again, my mum disallows it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-8622501129082556229?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/8622501129082556229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=8622501129082556229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/8622501129082556229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/8622501129082556229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-movieson-big-screenill-make-you.html' title='In the movies,on the big screen,i&apos;ll make you mine.If this was highschool or just homecoming,we&apos;ll dance all night.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-116258118025792605</id><published>2006-11-04T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:01:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured by that cafe girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright.. so here is my update. Haha. So i have reverted the skin to its old one. Cause Joey and Bong said it was emo and all. Everything also has emotions what. Okay...but i think i still prefer this one since its so simple and i like it in plain colours, which til now i still can't find any other which is nice to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i've watched Jessica Simpson's I Belong To Me video a couple of days back. She's much prettier than usual, i prefer her there. Actually it's not right of me to rate people, cause shouldn't judge by looks. Haha. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/JS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 &amp; 1/2 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. Her sister, Ashlee Simpson? Well..Jessica is definitely much gorgeous than Ashlee. Who has also dated Ryan Cabrera. Hmmm.. actually what do you think of Ryan? I think he's pretty talented and looks good too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...here is none other than Paris Hilton. Needless to say. Haha. But i still find her face a little plastic like,that of a mannequin though she's pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Paris.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JoJo! Joanna Noelle Levesque. Haha. It's too little too late. This is going to be a difficult one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Jojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahaha.. and last of all, Hayley Williams of Paramore! I've got nothing to say. Haha. Call it favouritism or anything. But...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/HW.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's more like VANESSA HUDGENS,AUNDREA OF DANITY KANE. Too bad blogger does not allow me to upload more pictures. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. Okay... so all these are just for fun. These are just what i feel. I know there are a lot of beautiful females out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. give me your own ratings. I'm curious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-116258118025792605?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/116258118025792605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=116258118025792605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116258118025792605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116258118025792605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/11/captured-by-that-cafe-girl.html' title='Captured by that cafe girl'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-116153617796909595</id><published>2006-10-23T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:01:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying in your arms,so close together</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2LeFfVpRgo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2LeFfVpRgo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh...boybands. Haha. Backstreet Boys,98 Degrees(Look at Nick Lachey then especially in the Invisible Man video,and now he's some hot guy),Nsync,Take That,Westlife,BBMak,Another Level and such. Since during this period of self revision requires me to listen to more of these songs just as i would before i turn in to bed. I'm not gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually did not want to blog cause i know i would blog about nothing like this one again. Hmmm...but never mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was tuition before Pamela's birthday. It was nice...at her place,eating,chatting and laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess everyone is trying to isolate themselves now so that they can try to get everything right in this 1 to 2 weeks time. And i had actually planned to stay at home on Hari Raya Puasa. But no... i have to head over to my aunt's place to celebrate it. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...so i have an appointment with my POA teacher tomorrow. Hope it will help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From The Heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you've heard these words a hundred other times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you've been hurting so your heart has chose to close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love broke your heart and brought you lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look in my eyes, you'll see a love that's deep and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tender and strong and all for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can trust this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honest, that's the honest truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm giving you everything, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I promise you that I'll be there. I'll be there to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the soul I'm showing you all I feel, all I feel is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the heart, from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-116153617796909595?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/116153617796909595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=116153617796909595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116153617796909595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116153617796909595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/10/lying-in-your-armsso-close-together.html' title='Lying in your arms,so close together'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-116076301182120863</id><published>2006-10-14T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:10:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on. We remember,all the times we,had together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0216.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0216.3.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man...Graduation Night has just been over. No more a Gabrielite. I wish i would permanently have the chance to graduate and move on. I have to say i've had good times especially in Secondary 3 &amp; 4. The class 3E6 &amp;amp; 4E6 of 2006. Phew. It's sad to not see everyone as a class already. Of course hope that we could all still keep in touch. Haha..luckily i will still be seeing some of you guys. I know it's not as if we won't be meeting up from now. But still.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright..alright. Here are some pictures to go with the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0208.1.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0206.4.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0194.0.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0195.1.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0201.1.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/IMG_0222.0.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-116076301182120863?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/116076301182120863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=116076301182120863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116076301182120863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116076301182120863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-we-go-on-we-rememberall-times-wehad.html' title='As we go on. We remember,all the times we,had together.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-116057723772157000</id><published>2006-10-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:33:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But God I miss you. So much it hurts sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Baby%20Harrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Baby%20Harrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHA! I was flipping through all the really old photo album,i came across this one. Haha. Tell me what you think of Harrison junior. I still recalled having that soft toy pig that's close to the size of me then,and keeping it for years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh...Graduation Day is in 2 days. Okay..which means that we will no longer be attached to Saint Gabriel's. Finally. But i'm afraid that i might not get the chance to get into a polytechnic or junior college and i have to return to SGSS again. The thought of it makes me feel horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Gavin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel that Gavin Mikhail is great. His songs are so pure and simple. And he plays piano,so obviously his songs are piano incorporated. One word.. wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-116057723772157000?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/116057723772157000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=116057723772157000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116057723772157000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116057723772157000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-god-i-miss-you-so-much-it-hurts.html' title='But God I miss you. So much it hurts sometimes.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-116006146998757682</id><published>2006-10-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:06:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Edited)There's a reason we can't see through lies,tattletales and lullabies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alright,alright. I've lost communication with everything and everyone this 2 days. Man..was i feeling so sick,even up to now. I can't recall how many times i've puked and blah blah. It's real bad. I not exactly fine now. Hopefully i won't still feel dizzy when i wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating nothing but porridge which i hate the most. Ugh. If i'm okay tomorrow,i'm so going to patronise KFC at Kovan or something to try all their cheesy cheese stuffs. So Finger Licking tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in studies everyone! 'O' levels are so damn close already. No way am i going to do badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Edited)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha..alright. I've missed school for 3 days already. No KFC for me today. Shucks. Oh well. I guess i will be turning up for the extra POA class tomorrow morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-116006146998757682?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/116006146998757682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=116006146998757682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116006146998757682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/116006146998757682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/10/editedtheres-reason-we-cant-see.html' title='(Edited)There&apos;s a reason we can&apos;t see through lies,tattletales and lullabies.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115904021508097350</id><published>2006-09-24T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T03:41:08.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it is love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is going out to all those who came for the barbecue in celebration of my advance birthday. Thank you all so much! Seriously,without all of you,there would not be anything. Haha..i enjoyed myself,hope everyone did too,that's all i actually wanted. Got to thank Stuart for lending me the player. And REAL SORRY for those who did not enjoy themselves or was feeling left out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we delayed a little in the early afternoon,before going down to Escape Themepark for some fun. Slightly before the start of the barbecue,it looked like it was about to rain,with all the dark clouds before it started to drizzle. But..those were just passing clouds,and it cleared up in the end. Thank God for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents got me a wonderful ice cream cake. I thank them for that. Haha. I did not want to take out the candles with my mouth as somehow or another,my face was going to be in the cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you are the one, the one that lies close to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper's "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115904021508097350?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115904021508097350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115904021508097350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115904021508097350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115904021508097350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-it-is-love.html' title='Oh, it is love.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115729905678355723</id><published>2006-09-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:56:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Edited)Two beds and a coffee machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have been catching the repeat of Chase again on Monday afternoon. It's real nice. And guess what? There is a follow up of it called After Hours. Alright! Can't wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i have also decided to not start on World Of Warcraft at all. It's bad. Really really bad. So bad that it is actually harmful. Okay..reason being i don't see why i should be stuck at home after 'O' levels to continously gain experience to level up. I think i would rather spend the time having fun,with the memories which i can keep for time to come. Like time with my friends,all the new things,different experiences and a lot more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised that my West Grand Boulevard shirt has yet to arrive. Wonder why is it taking such a long time anyway.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah..Darren Hayes is not gay,especially when he's from Savage Garden. Haha.. this is for people like my dad and other friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just found out from the news that Steve Irwin has passed away on a diving expedition. He was killed by a sting from a stingray's barb probably near his heart. Oh my goodness. I can't believe it. He's such a interesting and adventurous man. He's just 1 year younger than my father too. And he still has young children to bring up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No more "Crikey!". And all his works are brilliant. It's disheartening to know that one can just go like that,but at least he died doing something he feel passionate about. He will be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115729905678355723?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115729905678355723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115729905678355723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115729905678355723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115729905678355723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/09/editedtwo-beds-and-coffee-machine.html' title='(Edited)Two beds and a coffee machine'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115661279220666348</id><published>2006-08-27T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:35:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh star fall down on me.Let me make a wish upon you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hoho.. I'm so going to get (Santa Claus)fat after today. Biscuit! Need to cut down. Today was Ronald's birthday thing thing. So they started by playing pool. I arrived late cause i was quarreling with my mum over some matters. Argh. Oh well. I didn't want that to ruin my day so i tried my best to be happy. Seoul Gardens was bad due to the fact that i ate a lot especially meat,meat and more meat. So full. Haha..and we suprised Ronald with a birthday cake. Then i just had to receive a phone call from my dad saying that they are coming to pick me up. All this to spend time as a family. So after eating they took a while before deciding to go bowling which i had to miss. My parents took me and my sister to IMM and to eat AGAIN. Damn..i was seriously so sick of eating then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to watch Devil Wears Prada. Boohoo..my birthday's in 1 month time which is still after our prelims. No way to celebrate or anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man..i just found some new Paramore video's which are on fire. Haha..and Hayley Williams looks lovable wrapped up in a blanket for one acoustic video.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since Joey has eyecandy on his blog post,i have my own too. Haha. Lameass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Eyecandy.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115661279220666348?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115661279220666348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115661279220666348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115661279220666348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115661279220666348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-star-fall-down-on-melet-me-make.html' title='Oh star fall down on me.Let me make a wish upon you.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115609729163663808</id><published>2006-08-21T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:08:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be a movie. This could be our final act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got up early on Saturday to meet up to do the work for my tuition which was later in the afternoon. Went for tuition and did not have any plans after it. So we just went over to Junction 8 to walk around before heading back home. I have to say it's a boring day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept at 4am watching Supernatural on Saturday night. I wanted to continue sleeping after i woke up at 1pm,but afraid that i would oversleep. So i got up,ate and headed down to Bishan Park for blading. Well..i cycled since i can't blade for nuts. Haha. Today was fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have i mentioned how sweet A Cinderella Story is? And how much i like it? You know..the one with Hilary Duff and Chad Michael Murray. Haha..i watched it again.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he part where they danced in the pavilion is absolutely romantic. Man..it's like i wish something like the movie could happen in real life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it for now...i really need to sleep now. Busy weekdays again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115609729163663808?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115609729163663808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115609729163663808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115609729163663808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115609729163663808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-could-be-movie-this-could-be-our.html' title='This could be a movie. This could be our final act.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115609580414605600</id><published>2006-08-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:43:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cinderella Story-I'll Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/-yIcqSfzKKc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/-yIcqSfzKKc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115609580414605600?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115609580414605600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115609580414605600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115609580414605600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115609580414605600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/cinderella-story-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115548392634285745</id><published>2006-08-13T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:23:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I hope that you feel the same way too..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hahah..rollerblading at Bishan Park. I seriously need to take it up. I want to learn how to blade properly. And i cycled too. Oh..there's this worm which crawled up my leg twice. The feeling is ticklish yet digusting. Alright..nice way to end the weekend. It was a very enjoyable Sunday. Ugh..but crap. There's tests all the way from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkaaay...i'm not going to cry for mummy. HAHA. I'm going to retake the chinese 'O' Level paper since i got a meagre C5. I've really disappointed my parents,my teachers and myself. Oh well..trying hard not to slack already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;David Sneddon-Stop Living The Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He sits alone at a table in a small cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And hes tumbling into his thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;His memories are all tied in knots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And who is going to save him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No one wants to know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She stands alone in a place where no one knows her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She catches them staring they turn around and vanish the frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And shes nursing her head and her pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She died long ago deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And who is going to save her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No one wants to know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He sits alone and looks up to the eyes of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She catches him staring and smiles the smile of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And she asks him if this chair is free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He said yes will you sit here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No one would have saved him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We should all learn from them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115548392634285745?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115548392634285745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115548392634285745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115548392634285745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115548392634285745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-i-hope-that-you-feel-same-way-too.html' title='And I hope that you feel the same way too..'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115521481345441654</id><published>2006-08-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:00:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you let it out for another day,don't keep things inside they'll eat away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow..been out continously for 3 days already. Time to get serious and down to business. We are getting the Mother Tongue 'O' levels result tomorrow. Mummy...boohoo. I don't want to just pass. Haha. I'm getting a wee bit uptight. Oh yeah..i miss Nsync,Backstreet Boys,Richard Marx and all those classics. Man..i love those songs. Slow,touching and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: There was a change of plans since everyone backed out at the last minute. So we didn't go to East Coast Park. Four of us,Luke,Bryan,Ronald and me met up and went to eat before playing pool. The whole day was real bad. Everyone's moodless and i felt real irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: NATIONAL DAY! Yahoo! It was fun. Haha..went out for Sean's birthday thing thing. Ate and movie. Fast And Furious:Tokyo Drift. Yeah..it was a very nice movie. Ooh..makes me want to drive now. After which was Nicholas house for party with Alethea,Cherylann,Lynn,Kenneth and Joey. Played soccer which i totally had no control. Then got a ride home from Joey's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Jammed with a new arrangement of the band. Great. Then Gardens for lunch before home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to wait for my parents to come back with my dinner. Hmmm..wonder if there will be prata again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115521481345441654?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115521481345441654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115521481345441654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115521481345441654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115521481345441654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-dont-you-let-it-out-for-another_10.html' title='Why don&apos;t you let it out for another day,don&apos;t keep things inside they&apos;ll eat away.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115521453485874493</id><published>2006-08-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:55:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Joey McIntyre - Stay the same&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/cTetFdpMpzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/cTetFdpMpzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Listen to the words of this song)&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't it true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115521453485874493?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115521453485874493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115521453485874493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115521453485874493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115521453485874493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/joey-mcintyre-stay-same-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115478265916128440</id><published>2006-08-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:57:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the one within</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This song is nice and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When i saw you from across the yard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;one look and you took my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's content being in its place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but it feels it's tethered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and i don't know how you feel about that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if you're sad,if you're mad,if you're glad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh...i don't know why am i feeling weary throughout the entire day. I feel that something's amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up,went jamming. Nicholas can't come,so we sounded very different. So yeah... i left at around 1.30pm for my science tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hayne Ward is a pretty good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off for dinner with my parents now. I'll be back later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115478265916128440?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115478265916128440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115478265916128440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115478265916128440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115478265916128440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/greetings-from-one-within_05.html' title='Greetings from the one within'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115478258888684614</id><published>2006-08-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:33:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew you just for a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish i could hear you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i wonder where you're hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now that you're somewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;some place sweeter,some place better,some place far away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okaayy! I'm back from Esplanade. Haha. I'm overjoyed. I finally got the album. It's damn nice. Caracal's live performance is simply awesome. I want to get their album when it's out,hopefully,and their new song is nice. WGB's peformance was also full of life. And i got the order form already. Yipee! I can collect my shirt soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to watch Pirates Of The Carribean:Dead Man's Chest at 3.40pm before going for the album launch. I've got to say that i was getting impatient while watching the movie. What's more it wasn't a really exciting movie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still miss Bryan Gamboa. He's a great vocalist for WGB. But Daphne's cool too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115478258888684614?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115478258888684614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115478258888684614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115478258888684614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115478258888684614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-knew-you-just-for-while_115478258888684614.html' title='I knew you just for a while....'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115462125686673072</id><published>2006-08-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:07:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending November</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...yesterday,went to Serangoon Gardens. Ronald's parents came to pick him. Took 136 thinking that it is the right one. It took me to Kovan. Haha..i was lost. No idea how to go back other than by train. "Mummy...i'm lost,where to take a bus home?" Yeah..may be thinking i'm mummy's boy. Haha. Whatever you say man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SJC does not have to go to school tomorrow. How nice is that? Means that my sister gets to stay at home tomorrow because of their past polling day holiday. Shucks. We don't even get to have that holiday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we are having some kind of bizzare where we got to buy coupons. We are ending school at around 1pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. Tomorrow's the Friday i've been waiting for. 4 August. Excited. Finally the day has come for me to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting For You&lt;/span&gt;. Yay! And i have to bring my IC to verify my delivery order.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But first of all i must get past tomorrow. I'll update after the launch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115462125686673072?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115462125686673072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115462125686673072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115462125686673072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115462125686673072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-ending-november.html' title='Never Ending November'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115428170321530703</id><published>2006-07-31T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:48:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by uncertainty I'm so unsure.Tell me why I feel so alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all the jamming,the performance for Avery's party is over. It was fantastic! Fun too. But i did not memorise the lyrics for Miligram. So i screwed up. Thank you all who supported us and also those who sang along to the songs we played. 4th Avenue was a killer! Man...but Caracal did not get to perform thanks to the stupid guards chasing and saying that there are too many complaints blah blah. So everything ended and we left at around 12.30am. Walked with Safith,his sister and Joey to Loyang Point. Safith's brother gave us a ride home. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not too sure if Trella is going to continue. We got some good comments and someone who wanted us to perform for them. But we've got the dumb 'O's. I think we are most likely going to be bound by Trella until 'O's are over before jamming. Don't want to see a band with all the fabulous talents disband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...Caracal is performing for West Grand's launch. Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed tuition on Saturday and had another lesson today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115428170321530703?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115428170321530703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115428170321530703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115428170321530703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115428170321530703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/07/surrounded-by-uncertainty-im-so.html' title='Surrounded by uncertainty I&apos;m so unsure.Tell me why I feel so alone?'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115374402728183383</id><published>2006-07-24T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:31:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So let's not ever tell the moon about the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's your purpose in life? Some say for love. Some say for their parents. Some to become rich. Some..for god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did not attend school today. Well..when i got up in the morning wanting to go to school. I had a splitting headache and felt nauseous. In the end,i chose to go back to sleep. I slept all the way. For a total of like 10 hours or so. Finally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha..yay! I finally got Aquamarine and Runaway Vacation. Joanna Noelle Levesque man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay..so on Saturday. All because of good old and wonderful me,tuition got brought forward to 11am in the morning. Was supposed to be on Sunday,however teacher can't make it. After tuition,the 4 of us at tuition wanted to make our way down to Queenstown. But as the room was small,so the rest went to Dhoby Ghaut to play pool. Wakemeup studios was alright. I finally got AVA's EP. Haha. Didn't know that they are coming down on Saturday and they themselves would be selling the CDs until Avery mentioned it. Haha..wasted $2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After jamming we took a bus to town,Joey and i met up with Ronald,Luke,Cedric and Bryan to watch Nacho Libre. Haha. Nice movie. I love Jack Black's singing and effects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah...busssyyy week. Tests,tests and more tests. Plenty of revision. A paper a day keeps the grades from going away. That's what most teachers think. Band concert is coming up on Thursday too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;X X O O X O X O x o X O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Hugs. Hugs. Kiss. Kiss. Hugs. Kiss. Hugs. Kiss. Small hug. Small kiss. Big hug. Big kiss.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115374402728183383?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115374402728183383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115374402728183383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115374402728183383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115374402728183383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-lets-not-ever-tell-moon-about-sun.html' title='So let&apos;s not ever tell the moon about the sun.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115332835857319785</id><published>2006-07-20T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:52:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tired. Man..exhaustion. I realised that i have not slept earlier than 12am before. This is so not healthy. Oh well. At least i get to sleep slightly longer since i have to take public transport this week as my dad is overseas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All these week have been non-stop revision tests. This is going to go on and one. Phew. Hectic. Killer. Stress,stress,stress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel really,really bored though i have a lot to study and revise daily. Deja vu. I need new things or people in my life to spice it up,entertain. It's like you also can't possibly stick to a timetable throughout your entire life. We need to enjoy ourselves. Life is short and vulnerable. We must learn to cherish it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine." From Majesty(Here I Am). I think that this is something which is so true. I believe that the greatest love of all is your own which you can share amongst people. Be it acquaintances,friends,close friends,best friends,strangers. You cannot be sure that others can shower you with love,but one thing you can be sure of is that you make them feel that they are loved by you. So you can let them experience that they are not alone in this cold world. Why should we have grudges or dislike one another when showing care and concern could be a whole new and special thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think that we should just not talk about people behind their backs. Come on. Sarcasm is also totally stupid. We should try to be mature. Not saying that i am in any way. Criticism is best not hurled at each other,being friends,it may hurt feelings or sour the friendship. And just because someone is different from the others does not mean he should be treated any differently or being isolated. It can be a particular taste which a person has,having a different look,having a different look or anything like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay! My dad would be back this Saturday. Hurray! How i wish i could be on the moon,me and the moon. Ugh..i think i will be going to school tomorrow. Oh well. Was planning to skip. Wanting to catch up on my sleep. Getting rid of the dark circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115332835857319785?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115332835857319785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115332835857319785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115332835857319785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115332835857319785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-moon.html' title='Me and the moon'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115141766527307783</id><published>2006-06-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:21:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The complicated structure of the human mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's complicated of how and what the human mind thinks. I for sure don't know what my mind is doing. Haha. Don't you just love the light,cool breeze blowing in your face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How i wish school life could be like those overseas. We secondary school students in Singapore do not have much freedom unlike those of Americans or Australians. They have events happening all the time. Prom nights are also something common there. Studying is much much at your own pace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck! I heard Lostprophets' new song on the radio this morning on the way to school in the car. Even they are on the radio. Breaking Benjamin too. Man. Why must they become mainstream? Now Lostprophets sound so different. Ugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the room to study for weekly tests coming up. Oh well. After this year if i do well..i'll be happy cause we all will be free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/HSM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115141766527307783?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115141766527307783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115141766527307783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115141766527307783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115141766527307783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/complicated-structure-of-human-mind.html' title='The complicated structure of the human mind.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115124645275483219</id><published>2006-06-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:40:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello hello blog. I had just finished watching High School Musical on Disney Channel. It was nice. Real nice. Haha. It's about this popular guy,Troy who is the captain of the school's basketball team and a shy girl,Gabriella who had just arrived. And they both did not realise their passion for singing until there was an audition. Gabriella is pretty! She can sing like Hayley Williams. Haha. But i missed half of the movie as i was out having brunch and then marketing with my parents. Had brunch at Thai Express at Marina Square. Had to rush all the way back from the supermarket just to catch half of the movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone needs a Disney movie/fairytale movie in their lives. It does gives us some things to think about and also some principle in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn..i still have a LOT of homework to complete now. And i am wondering why do i even have time to update this. Oh well. School is tomorrow. Sucks 100%. 'O' levels blah blah. Hope i can finish all my work. Determination! Okay..see you all in school tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115124645275483219?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115124645275483219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115124645275483219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115124645275483219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115124645275483219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-grown-up-isnt-half-as-fun-as.html' title='Being grown up isn&apos;t half as fun as growing up.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115095624492307284</id><published>2006-06-22T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:08:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i just a bedtime story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aw man..i was not woken up by my mum nor the alarm clock,so now i am at home blogging instead of being at school for my english enrichment like everyone else. Haha. I have not been using the internet for this 2 days as my modem was faulty. So now i'm using my father's laptop at dialup speed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for Kenneth's so called birthday party on Tuesday night. People who came and tasted the "poison": Nicholas, Bryan, Ronald, Daniel, Joey, Kenneth, Alethea, Priss?, Cheryl Tan, Lynn, Holly, Chloe, Cheryl Ann. I think that's all,not too sure of it. First,it was a way belated celebration,and it wasn't exactly what i would call a party. Harhar...we guys mixed a lot of stuffs together to form different wonderfulicious substance at Kenneth's place. Yuck. When the actual thing came,we actually drank even more of the substance. Kenneth barfed. After playing,all chaos reign. Nicholas got floured. A few others got it too. I was walking back,when Nicholas poured flour on me too. Haha. The flour actually formed dough on me. Then Cheryl Ann got sugar on me. Kenneth and Nicholas got splashed with 7up. Sweet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...i have been wondering who are my true friends all this while. At times when i feel that i am useless and totally oblivious of the reason i am here(still am),i would turn to friends. Friends are friends. But true friends stick with you,help you in times of need,does not irritate you and are trustworthy. In life,you gain some and you lose some.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115095624492307284?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115095624492307284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115095624492307284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115095624492307284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115095624492307284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-just-bedtime-story.html' title='Am i just a bedtime story?'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115073628177419566</id><published>2006-06-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:58:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's way of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's up? Okay...these couple of days have been tiring yet fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had tuition right in the afternoon. After which followed Ronald to town to get the tickets from his friend. On the way to get money from my mum for dinner in town,i saw a Roll's Royce Phantom! Man...a black one. It looked so damn nice. First time in my life have i seen a Phantom. My dream car. It's like a million ++++. I won't be able to sit in it,not to say even touch it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing much at all,it's a day where i wanted to stay at home. Just relax,chill,have a sip of fresh coconut on the sands. Haha...i wish. Fianlly got time to watch tv and sit around doing nothing for an even longer period of time. I ate my dinner at 2 in the morning. Nasi Briyani and Prata. Cause my parents went out and came back late,leaving me alone at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went late for my tuition again,all becasue i woke up early but yet have the time to use the computer. After that was Wild Wild Wet with my family for me. I didn't even know it's father's day. It was a quite fun day. It was quite small place,nothing much to play inside. Haha. Left at 7 for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...school tomorrow at 8am. I so got to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115073628177419566?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115073628177419566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115073628177419566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115073628177419566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115073628177419566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrows-way-of-life.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s way of life'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115038781655803601</id><published>2006-06-15T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:45:31.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Landing,Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello...i'm back home. So very shiok these couple of days,Monday was clubbing. I was alone at home for the whole of Tuesday,so i decided to sleep since i was tired from staying out late. I woke up and got ready my stuffs and bathed,i took a bus from Junction 8 to Ronald's house. That was the start of the sleepover. Man...i saw a Black Lamborghini Diablo just outside of Ronald's condominium. I was greeted by Chance,his 4 months old Siberian Husky &amp;amp; Golden Retriever mix puppy. He looked so adorable. So he has the 2 coloured eyes just like Huskies do. Nice. That was the main reason why i wanted to stay over at his place,to play with Chance. Then Bryan came after a while. We went down to walk Chance before coming back up for dinner. Bryan ordered Mcdonald's. Ronald's mum still gave us more food to eat after our dinner. Haha. Played CS Source. After which we decided to watch Without A Paddle. Ronald fell asleep towards the end of the movie. We slept at around 3am. Boy was it cold. Bryan and i had to sleep on the same bed since there were only 2 beds. But we slept with a pillow as our divider. I couldn't sleep until a while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all woke up at around 2pm on Wednesday. It seriously felt like 9 in the morning. Auntie prepared for us ham and eggs for breakfast. We sat around doing nothing,slacking,played Source,feeling lazy to do anything at all. 3 of us walked to East Coast Park to rent bicycles to cycle. Man...it was packed,all because of Blood Donor's Day. But it was cool that there were teenagers like us around. Cycled from one end to the other. Returned the bikes. Went to the food centre for our dinner. Ordered the Milo Dinosaur again. Haha...freaking fantastic. Aw man...we missed the fireworks at the Blood Donor's Day event. We went back wanting to do our homework but procrastinated all the way. Showered then watched Lords Of Dogtown. This night there was not divider between Bryan and me. It was close to hugging each other already. Reminds me of the scene in Without A Paddle. Haha. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief...Runaway Vacation is out. Joanna Noelle Levesques. Ah! Haha. Must watch it no matter what. Oh yeah..and i wanna watch Cars too. Silent Hill is like wow,but not sure whether i wanna watch it. I actually have no idea why am i blogging anyway. Haha..but i am. Maybe cause i'm bored. Mocktails lah! Holidays are almost up and we have school practically everyday except for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm watching you watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over me and I've got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest view from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woo..Silverchair. Haha..how long has it been since i last listened to them. Man..i've always hoped that i can make it in a band just like they did,at the age of 15. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Highway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Fullerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Fullerton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Pan%20pacific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Pan%20pacific.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night of clubbing and staying out til the first transport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Beach%20skies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Beach%20skies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Chance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Chance2.jpg" 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/12908205-115038781655803601?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115038781655803601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115038781655803601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115038781655803601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115038781655803601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/rough-landingholly.html' title='Rough Landing,Holly'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-115015373190946894</id><published>2006-06-13T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:11:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All or nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its like 6.53 in the morning,and i am still here in my boxers updating. Haha. Hmmm...so today was party at DXO. I mean it was for experience only lah. Couldn't get any people to go with us today,so was quite bored. Aloysius went in with us,however he only stayed for a while as Elvin has to go to his house to collect his belongings,and Elvin &amp; Cedric were waiting outside. After a while,the bands played and everything,Stuart came in with us. Haha. All of us waste money. I mean it'd be better if we have more friends with us and if alcohol is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed around doing nothing,just chilling. After which we went outside to eat before going back in. We went in and out for a couple of times. Saw Damien. Then after we came in for a while,i saw a familiar face,Aaron. Haha. But after he went out,did not see him coming back in already. We walked around,slack,went in at 2.30am. And just stayed throughout til the end of it. We left at 3.40am. Went to 7-11. Did not know where to go. Got drinks then walked all the way to Plaza Singapura and waited for the first train. While Ronald's mum came to pick him up. Stuart &amp;amp; Bryan took 147 home. Man...i did not know that there would be so many people on the very first train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will be going next week. But not sure which. Zouk? DXO? MOS? Don't know. But i think this time we will have many friends who will be going. I'm off to bed now. Freaking tired. Haha...and i have my god damn tuition at 2pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-115015373190946894?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/115015373190946894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=115015373190946894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115015373190946894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/115015373190946894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or nothing'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114969392457375800</id><published>2006-06-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:04:54.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the upper class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Out of the box,out of the kitchen. Out of the world she's grown so fearful of,so fearful of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't ever want to see you again,my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...so we should appreciate our families. Haha...that was what i got when i watched Cheaper By The Dozen yesterday night alone. It was a really nice movie,seriously,Part 2 is also nice. Although we should respect our parents,still...we need to have some personal space. You know...space between them and us,the things we do for fun and stuffs like that. Having freedom. It's like trying to fit everyone into one restraunt during peak period,without much space for the waiters to serve and the patrons not being able to move or go to the washroom. It's that constrained feeling you get when you don't have freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a bird is in its cage,after being tied d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own for a very long time,when it gets released from its cage (imagine with rainbows and bright blue skies),it finally feels what it's like to be carefree. However,that bird got shot down by some guy (Hmmm...maybe Richard Gere),and that's the end of its carefree life. 'm kidding about this part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...i think werewolves are better than vampires. I was watching Van Helsing yesterday night too. Haha. Man...i would so like to be Wolverine. D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amn. I have Science tuition tomorrow,again! I've just had it today. And now i'm having it tomorrow,furthermore this time is one on one,not a group. I'm so bored at home. Boring. Can someone tell me what to do? I'm not revising,i'm here in my chair,in my room,staring at the screen and just waiting for time to pass. Someone just chat with me. At least i will be chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes we crash and burn and collide at the speed of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well just try if you must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just as long as you find yourself, you find yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114969392457375800?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114969392457375800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114969392457375800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114969392457375800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114969392457375800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-upper-class.html' title='Of the upper class'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114959558064556049</id><published>2006-06-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:08:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we crash and burn and collide at the speed of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate curfews...they suck. I mean i know that it's for our own good,however it just limits us til such an extent where i may go crazy. As all can see now,my mum does not give me much money even though i have to settle lunch as i have to go to school these weeks. I can't even watch movies or do anything for fun. And what's more is that i can't even go out that often,morever til late. My mum complained to my dad about yesterday for leaving the house and also taking the money without permission. And when i left,she called,i answered a while later without being able to feel the vibrations going off. She reprimanded me for not answering the phone anytime earlier. Come on,how am i suppose to feel the vibrations when i'm on the move? Then she scolded me for taking the money. It was,after all,my allowance for the week. But she said that since i did not go to school yesterday,that money was not mine. I don't know what about my dad now. I did not really communicated with him already after he shouted over the phone yesterday. My dad is like really nice lah. I can go out anytime,have a lot more money,get whatever i like,stay over at friend's place anytime. My mum on the other hand is the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,i have to thank my all friends for being here for me. And thank you safith. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas got the Chicken Pox. That's bad. Haha...i remembered when i got chicken pox in primart school,i did not have to go to school for 2 weeks. But the feeling of wanting to scratch though you can't is horrible.&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 today i went to school at 9.30am. I was 1 and a half hour late for Literature Remedial. Haha. After that went to screw around at jam room. Made our way down to play pool at Grassroots Club. Junction 8. Then home. It's as if there is nothing much to do everytime we go out. If only we have a money and parent's permission. That would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114959558064556049?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114959558064556049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114959558064556049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114959558064556049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114959558064556049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-we-crash-and-burn-and.html' title='Sometimes we crash and burn and collide at the speed of life.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114935868696251983</id><published>2006-06-04T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:18:08.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps ascending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My mum did not give me any money at all lah. So screw shopping for my stuffs already. But i still want to do it sometime soon. Not sure when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....so i went for my Science tuition which was suppose to end at around 5+pm. However,i left earlier cause i need to make my way down to Bryan's house to meet up with Safith,Kenneth,Joey and Bryan. And also to practise. Hmmm...except for Bryan lah. He like provide us with everything. Shiok. When i got my dad to send me,it was already 5pm. When i arrived,i saw Kenneth sleeping on the floor. Man...he was that tired from working at Image. So after Safith arrived,we practised,practised. Blah bleah bar. Left the house to go for Safith's friend,Cheryl Ann's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we got Bryan's brother to send us. Damn nice. We alighted and took a bus from Paya Lebar. Reached there and we practised once more in the room. Aw man...then it was our time to perform. I was like nervous as it's been a while since i was facing a crowd,and also afraid of screwing up. Hahah..i did not sing for one part. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,we just hung around. Watched people. Safith went back after intending to leave for home with his parents. But it was time to cut cake. The slices of cake were given out. Then Safith started to play around with the people,wanting to throw cakes in their faces or something like that. He really smashed the cake in my face when it came to me. Haha..man. So i like did the same too lah. Don't know who else got it. But it feels nice to have cake on your face. It's cold and mushy. Feels like having a facial. Not that i have had a facial done before. Gabriel and KC of Caracal were also there. They were playing their new acoustic song. Extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...ok. Fun. I'm off to bed now. Have tuition tomorrow morning at 10am again. Ugh. Sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114935868696251983?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114935868696251983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114935868696251983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114935868696251983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114935868696251983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/steps-ascending.html' title='Steps ascending.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114917761603503022</id><published>2006-06-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:14:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry. Call i'm desperate for your voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Phew... what's up people? Ok.. it's confirmed. My results for SA1 sucks. It's so bad that i can't get into ITE. That's why i'm studying even during the June holidays. Actually i don't even count this as holidays at all. We still have to go back to school daily for like so long,some even up to 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;These couple of days have just been lessons,lessons and more lessons in school. Boring siah. Tiring too. Hmmm...in between the breaks have been going over to Bryan's house to drink. And also to practise the songs for upcoming performances. Trella have been doing well. We have been jamming still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man..it's like when you're 16 years old,a lot of events and happenings start to pop up. It's nice lah. But thing is that we don't have the time for it cause of our 'O' levels.Ok...so i just came back from my Math tuition. I so wanna go out,have fun,mess around and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog is so dead. Wonder who even comes here. Oh yeah..i know of one. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw you today! Walking through the bus interchange. So fast. I was trying to catch up,but could not. Hey...i have not asked you and got an answer yet. Hahah. You will know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ugh..i still have to wake up tomorrow at 8am for school. Something else,my throat recently have not been good at all,in fact,i'm not sure if i can perform. It hurts every morning i wake up,it also feel very dry these days. But heck,it's like this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 really want to go shopping. Hmmm... shooshkabaa. I'm tired. I'm lazy. I'm can't hold out. And i'm off to bed early. I'll see the world and its suprises for me tomorrow morning. Goodbye,goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114917761603503022?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114917761603503022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114917761603503022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114917761603503022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114917761603503022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/06/waiting-for-your-call-im-sick-call-im.html' title='Waiting for your call, I&apos;m sick, call I&apos;m angry. Call i&apos;m desperate for your voice.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114658085555577594</id><published>2006-05-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:40:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I actually do not have much to blog about and have not been updating for a long time already. Well...this time is cause i lost my damn bag! LAN has been much of my schedule already. Yeah... i know,studies. However,today as like any other day,we were making our way to Venus but decided to stop at Lew Lian to have our lunch. So i left my Guess bag on the chair with the rest of the bags on the table where i left mine. After which i went to buy my food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i came back to the table,i saw Nicholas seating on the seat which i placed my bag. So i asked him and he said that he did not see anything. So i went to buy my drink and then sat down on the table to eat. After eating and everyone decided to leave for LAN. I realised that my bag was nowhere to be found. Oh no..i was like "Shit". They all helped me searched for it. Thanks guys. Actually thought that someone was pulling a prank on me. But it was really nowhere to be found.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No choice. I left without it. The bag itself is worth $100++. My Everlast spectacles cost roughly $200. Then the contents of the bag includes my Twelfth Night book,my work,my thermometer,my calculator,my waterbottle,my cologne,my pencil case which also has my 2 name tags. It sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114658085555577594?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114658085555577594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114658085555577594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114658085555577594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114658085555577594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/05/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114572395693679768</id><published>2006-04-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:22:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lan</title><content type='html'>Okay...so here goes. Been like a period since i last updated. First of all,too lazy. Second,studies and tests. Then there's also nothing much to blog about. Ok....so at least i am proud of myself for being somewhat passing my tests. Hopefully i can do the same for SA1. God damn. It's coming REAL soon. I can't help but feel tired everyday,feeling like sleeping in class. Shit. And very sensitive during these period. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...so today. Woke up like around 6.45am. Disappointed sia. I went back to sleep for a while. Then my mum came in to wake me up. So i woke up and reach Bishan MRT at 7.30am. Late for flag day. So went with Cedric. Collected our stuffs. Then headed to Mcdonald's at Northpoint to eat breakfast. Did not know where to go from there,so me,Bryan and Sanmugan followed the other 7 people to play LAN. All the way to Serangoon. Did not know where Ronald,Luke and Cedric went though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for like 2 hours then extend another half an hour more. CS and DOTA. Shit. Should not play so much. Exams. 'O's! Late to return the thing for flag day. Went to take a bus to Serangoon for tuition. Left Yixi and Bryan etc at Northpoint to eat. I rushed off. Met Guan Min on the bus. Talked. Reached Seragoon Central,bought KFC and took a bus to Serangoon North through Serangoon Gardens. Ate at the tuition's place. Extremely exhausted at the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i went home. Bathed. Changed. Went to jam. Then played DOTA against Joey. Fuck. First time i can kill him. Ok...busy day today. Now i have tuition tomorrow in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114572395693679768?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114572395693679768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114572395693679768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114572395693679768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114572395693679768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/04/lan.html' title='Lan'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114380522584982991</id><published>2006-03-31T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:49:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31-3-06(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will just be a random blog entry. You just got to love Junction 8. Close to be the central location of Singapore. What's more most school's students will just visit Junction 8 after school to hang around or something. Isn't it great that nearly all students just have to visit a stores to buy stationeries. One of which could just be Popular. Notebooks are a must!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We saw Yixi with someone. Haha. And Adam too. Man. Nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever thought of going to Raffles? Of course you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....ever missed your secondary school life? I bet you do. I sure do. Like around Secondary 1-2? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's just an ordinary day in school again. God damn. We are going to have NAPFA next week. Shit. But at least they gave us an advantage on the day when we are going to have our NAPHA. Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah....i saw this red Crumpler twice. Perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.45pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch him in june.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114380522584982991?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114380522584982991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114380522584982991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114380522584982991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114380522584982991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/31-3-06fri.html' title='31-3-06(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114346947297940363</id><published>2006-03-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:24:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27-3-06(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmmm....so basically,Sunday was a really slack day. I just went home. Used the com for a while. Before lying on the sofa while watching tv. Then i went back to my room to sleep. But got disturbed by my dad. My parents went marketing and then to buy dinner back since me and my sis did not want to go out. So i wanted to continue sleeping but did not as Man On Fire was on,looked interesting so i started watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate school. It was raining early in the morning when it was time for me to wake up. It was THE perfect weather to sleep in. Damn. Oh well. Man...i got to take a bus tomorrow since my dad has sent the car for servicing as a cab actually knocked into the door on the driver's side and causing a dent. Ok...so public transport dead early in the morning tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright...my math file is finally in order. Woo. Finally. I was NOT blushing. Even before she called me or anything,i've already felt my face heating up. Without a reason at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's see...i'm not sure of what to do this coming Saturday. Man...Adi's birthday falls on the same day as my grandmother's. My mum actually told me last Saturday to cancel everything,even my new Science tuition just for her birthday. But i know of Adi's birthday plans much earlier. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honesty and being straight-forward. Expression of feelings. And more. That's what i have learnt from Saturday. Better change into a better person. Listen to advice. Especially from one whom is of a great significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114346947297940363?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114346947297940363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114346947297940363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114346947297940363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114346947297940363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/27-3-06mon.html' title='27-3-06(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114318979688305029</id><published>2006-03-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:43:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really know what's going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh well. At least i passed my POA test. Found out on Monday that we actually have to sit for Chinese mock test every single Friday starting today. Whoa...so there goes our only earliest dismissal. All they want us to do is to try more Chinese papers,but knowing that some would not complete it,they started this whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm....some have said that i am better today. Told me in the sense that i have been down in the slums and moody except today. Ookkkkaaayyyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Contemplate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114318979688305029?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114318979688305029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114318979688305029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114318979688305029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114318979688305029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-really-know-whats-going-on.html' title='I don&apos;t really know what&apos;s going on.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114313504337589484</id><published>2006-03-23T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:32:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i am,it's not all good.It's not all bad.It's ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some days i'm trying to keep. Some days i want to quit. Tell me the it's worth fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All sighs. This whole week is really not working out for me. I think i'm going to fail my POA test taken today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Mr Pang asked me for the letter first thing in the morning when he saw me in class for assembly. I told him that i do not have it,and that if there's anything at all,he can just contact my father. Then he asked me how would he know whether i am lying or not. Damn. What in the world? So he asked me what did my father said about this. I just told him that he reprimanded me not to do it again. After which he questioned me if my father knows about me having remedial or not. I answered him with a 'no'. Here's the part,he said that he thinks unlikely of my father. For christ's sake. How would my father know everything i have to attend to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I told my dad that i told Mr Pang that he could just call my father if there is anything. But nothing. Even my dad said "he has no balls". And he just had to mention this to the whole class saying that if there is remedial set for us,make sure we attend and do not be like that certain person(me) in class whom did not attend even after being reminded by the teacher. That guy even has no manners and attitude. That's roughly what he told the whole class. I told my father about the rest. He is planning to meet Mr Pang sometime soon. This is my own views but he is freaking biased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop breathing if i don't see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't want to speak these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause i don't want to make things any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm half of what i thought i would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tears are flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to be there.Never meant hurting.Wanted to say i love you and i miss you.Miles away from you,pray that you sleep well tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114313504337589484?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114313504337589484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114313504337589484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114313504337589484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114313504337589484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-i-amits-not-all-goodits-not-all.html' title='What i am,it&apos;s not all good.It&apos;s not all bad.It&apos;s ok.'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114303602897795376</id><published>2006-03-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:00:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22-3-06(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alright...been a while. Sick. Ill actually. But i don't know what am i also sick and tired of. Maybe stressed out. Cause i can never cope with my studies. Sigh. All cause of Singapore's system. But got to blame myself too,for not being hardworking at all. No motivation. No nothing. God damn. Everything is passing so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had a bad day. Or maybe bad days. Ugh...Ms Koh called me out for not attending her remedial during the holidays. Then she called out Mr Pang. I mean Elvin is forgiven. But i was not. Instead...he told me to get my parents to write a letter to acknowledge that i am going to fail science,and saying that teachers have already tried to help me. Fuck. This is crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And there's a POA test tomorrow. How in the world am i suppose to pass it?And  I'm here trying to do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just another entry of my fucking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These things left to pass but I feel that I've seen too many complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Never going to waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tell me that it's worth fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tell me that I don't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tell me that I'm alive and I don't need happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114303602897795376?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114303602897795376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114303602897795376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114303602897795376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114303602897795376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/22-3-06wed.html' title='22-3-06(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114180847596170602</id><published>2006-03-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:01:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8-3-06(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright...so i did not go for the soccer match today. Well...actually cause the bus is only sending us one way. So coming back from Clementi would be a hassle. So we(Me,Ronald,Cedric,Sanmugan,Bryan,Luke) decided not to go. However...we did not know that we actually have to give a reason for not attending before we left to Mr Pang. Oh well... having tuition later to prepare for the math test tomorrow. That's more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;West Grand Boulevard's vocalist Bryan Gamboa has quit the band. Due to time commitment and NS coming up for him soon. So sad. I'm very disappointed for these days. There goes a great local vocalist. Hope we can still see him around after his NS. And now Daphne Khoo of Singapore Idol Season 1 is taking over as vocalist. I mean come on...it won't be the same. West Grand Boulevard is not West Grand Boulevard without Bryan Gamboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah! March holidays are in a couple of days. Still haven't thought of what to do. Bored. Hmmm...guess i will study. And i'm going broke. Haha... i will find my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114180847596170602?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114180847596170602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114180847596170602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114180847596170602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114180847596170602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-3-06wed.html' title='8-3-06(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114155126306961521</id><published>2006-03-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:34:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-3-06(Sunday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had a bad day again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said I would not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She left a note and said "I'm sorry,I had a bad day again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She spilled her coffee,broke her shoelace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smeared the lipstick on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slammed the door and said "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she swears there's nothing wrong I hear her playing that same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She puts me off and puts me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And had a bad day again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said I would not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She left a note that said, "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114155126306961521?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114155126306961521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114155126306961521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114155126306961521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114155126306961521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/5-3-06sunday.html' title='5-3-06(Sunday)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114148963281530293</id><published>2006-03-04T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:02:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-3-06(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok....it's been a while since i last update my blog. So here it goes. Nothing much happening in the new week of March except tests. Can't wait for the March holidays. But soon after that is studying all the way,which SUCKS! So...just went for Bryan birthday celebration today. It was not too bad. I with Cedric to Junction 8 to buy Adi's wax dye. However i could not find it. Man. Oh well...sorry Adi,guess you have to wait for a while more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that we made our way down to Bryan's house. Everyone else was there already. Haha...Cheng Yang was also there. Lazed around for a while before leaving for Suriya cause he wanted to eat. All of us ate there then Cheng Yang went off. Went back to Bryan's house to watch Dukes Of Hazzard. Yeah. Sean William Scott! We made our way to Bryan's room,all of us were like so bored just sitting in the room. Until all of us thought of doing stupid shit. Yeah. Of course people do get hurt. Haha...that was fun. Called Joel Tan and Glen to come down to join us. We played til Joel came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We went back up to the study room. I wanted to get my halls,so all went to the petrol kiosk and that was when Glen &amp; Jerry came. They stayed in the house,we left. Bought some stuffs. Returned. Ate dinner. All 9 of us went back to the room. So freaking hot that Ronald,Cedric and me went outside for the room to be cooled. Started playing Fatal Frame with the lights off. Haha. Halfway through Sanmugan left as he was late for home. Jerry &amp;amp; Glen left as they needed to cycle home. Jerry the 15 year old sounded... Nah..nothing. Haha. Stopped playing and went down to cut the cake. It was a chocolate cake. Nice. Took a couple of pictures amongst ourselves. Took our things. Left the place. Bryan went to play LAN with his brother and friends. The rest of us went back home. End of celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was about to take a bus home when my parents wanted to pick me up. Ugh...bloody hell. So i took a bus with Cedric and alighted at Serangoon Central. Waited for my parents to pick me up. Went to Serangoon Gardens Chomp Chomp to eat. I did not eat but i left halfway. We left after eating and 15 mintues later,we are home. I was then happy. That's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/WGB%20sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WGB at Sentosa.(Did not turn up for it though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/WGB2%20sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Never ending november.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114148963281530293?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114148963281530293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114148963281530293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114148963281530293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114148963281530293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/03/4-3-06sat.html' title='4-3-06(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-114000604970462512</id><published>2006-02-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:22:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15-2-06(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found out who were making the prank phone calls to me on Valentine's Day about someone ordering a cake and wanting me collect from the Sweet Secrets at Junction 8 or else i would have to pay for the wastage. And then the "secretary" was like cursing and swearing at me,and also saying that he comes from Vietnam. The "boss" and another female "secretary" also came to the phone. It was damn funny. I knew it was someone from school who knows me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then when i stayed back in school today,Ms Koh,my Chemistry teacher saw me doing my homework and looked suprise cause she thought that i was absent thus she left my worksheet in the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that you're not that perfect at times? Sometimes i feel that i'm just not good enough. I mean...not good enough for anything at all. Not good enough for the world. Not good enough for studying. Not good enough to be a son. Not good enough to have friends. Not good enough for anyone. Not even good enough for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've realised that i'm not really good,or should i say not good at anything at all. Tell me something i'm good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm not some Prince Charming. I'm not some kid who's parents are rich. I'm not a Cassanova. I'm not an all A's student. I'm not a teacher's favourite. I'm some not muscular athelete. I'm not some poet. I'm not some famous star. I'm not some perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just not all that handsome, smart, rich, famous, romantic, famous, muscular, favourite, poetic, sweet, caring, mature, loving, brave, kind, *perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So where do i go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But i won't let this bulid up inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can only be who i am. Not something i want to be or something i'm not. What i am is not all good,it's not all bad,it's ok. I know that I'll be better when i'm older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Smiles and her laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's the only thing that I've been waiting for a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Regardless of our distance and our hope...grows greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;...the only thing that I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-114000604970462512?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/114000604970462512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=114000604970462512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114000604970462512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/114000604970462512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/02/15-2-06wed.html' title='15-2-06(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113973424809597806</id><published>2006-02-12T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:50:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-2-06(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These couple of days have been bad. Just real bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've passed my Math &amp; Chemistry paper. Woo. Yay! Finally some passes. I've been failing ever since god knows when. Haha...so i joined Media Club in school too. Just try out for more CCA points. And i am supposed to write an essay based on the title: If you had one wish,what would it be and why? So here is my 237 words essay i'm going to send:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well...if i had one wish,it would be to wish that the world is not all that materialistic. People in the society nowadays are getting a wee bit too object-oriented. For adults,they find a job not because of their interest and to further advance their career but to get a high monthly salary. Some even changes their jobs ever so often just because they are offered another job with a slightly higher pay. Actually,i do not blame them for doing so as everything ranging from food,water,house to education is financially demanding in this 21st Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are some parents who are so into earning money that they neglect their children. Thinking that by giving them more freedom and money would make up for the times not spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adolescents now are also very materialistic. They want everything to be branded and expensive. They also choose to spend extravagantly on food at restraunts,clothes &amp; electronic devices. Some pay exorbitant prices for items without consideration when the money can be better spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;However it's the simple things in life we forget. Money can give you temporary satisfaction but it cannot buy you love. One should not be obsessed with monetary gains as it is not possible to bring it along with you when you die. Memories are what that can be taken along with you. We should really learn to appreciate life and live it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113973424809597806?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113973424809597806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113973424809597806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113973424809597806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113973424809597806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/02/12-2-06sun.html' title='12-2-06(Sun)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113931463247531936</id><published>2006-02-07T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:17:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-2-06(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Exactly 1 week before Valentine's day. Hmmm....anyone already has dates? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well....these 2 days have been our mission day. Where there is totally no lessons at all. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aw man...this coming Saturday which is the 11th,West Grand Boulevard will be playing Far East Square Pavillion Theatre. It's called "Players &amp; Swingers" Pre-Valentine's day party by Lifestyle Bash. It's like from 7pm til late. Saw Loser &amp;amp; Auguest Star will also be performing. There will be Lingerie models,door games,Cleo cover girls,MTV VJs &amp; Jim Beam Party Crew. Pre-sale tickets are sold at $20 while tickets at the door costs $25. I wanna attend this. Anyone who wants to accompany me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On the 18th West Grand Boulevard will be perfoming at Sunset Bay,Siloso beach at Sentosa. Erm...3Dash1,Sons of Liberty,Snixtyx &amp; Dead End will also be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is also the last few times being able to catch them performing live as they will be recording their album and making a video. They will only resume performing during June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can't wait for them to release their album! I would be the first to get it. Ok....maybe i exaggerated. Haha. But i must get their album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113931463247531936?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113931463247531936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113931463247531936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113931463247531936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113931463247531936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/02/7-2-06tues.html' title='7-2-06(Tues)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113895078925557986</id><published>2006-02-03T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:13:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2-05(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's a fucking bad week. That's all i can say. A lot of shit happening after school has re-opened. At home,in school and outside. God damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Luckily we don't have official lessons on Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113895078925557986?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113895078925557986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113895078925557986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113895078925557986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113895078925557986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-2-05fri.html' title='3-2-05(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113872028690867997</id><published>2006-01-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:13:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31-1-06(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn...its back to school tomorrow already. God damn! This Chinese New Year i did not exactly collect a lot of red packets. But who cares? Money is still money. Can earn or gain it somehow. So went over to Bryan's house today. To study. But only studied for a while. Then got distracted. The rest played with cards. Using money. I still was not feeling well. Can't smell that well yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So after Bryan's house we went down to Plaza Singapura. In the end nothing is on. So we just ate. After which went down to Heeren. Where i FINALLY got my Ronin Do Or Die Album. Haha. YEAH! After which we just went home. My mum actually find the album cover of Ronin's album rather obscene and asked if could cover up. Haha. My dad then commented why is she so stereotyped. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Ronin%20cd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronin's Do Or Die Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Ronin%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Ronin%20cd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The CD itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So today marks the end of the holidays. I'm really going to try my best now to study. And once again i thank that someone for being so understanding and forgiving. I do apologise. I'm not going to be such an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113872028690867997?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113872028690867997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113872028690867997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113872028690867997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113872028690867997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/01/31-1-06tues.html' title='31-1-06(Tues)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113776984017785611</id><published>2006-01-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:12:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-1-06(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uh huh....it's a Friday already. 1 more week until the start if the Chinese New Year holidays! Yeah. This whole week have been a week where i kept getting called upon by teachers after teachers especially MR PANG for things i did not do right or stuffs like that. Man...he was suprised that i actually brought the money to pay for the career guidance book. And the class clapped just cause that. What the hell. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God damn...i'm having blisters on my last toes on both feet due to my shoes. But no choice still had to do PE today. And i still ate a lot after school today. As usual. Double share. At Suriya. Man...the rate i'm going,i can never save any money. But i can't resist my temptation to eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was late for my Chinese tuition again. About 45min. Hahah. I did not get scolded or anything. We talked about having little sleep compared to more sleep and the results of having less sleep in comprehension. I had to stay a little longer to help my teacher close up the tuition centre cause i came late. And for that i got chewing gum. LOL. My mum is not at home. My sis is at my Aunt's house. And i'm all alone at home now. I tried contacting my dad but he told me he would be out drinking with his friends. AGAIN. Now i'm starving without any food still. Too lazy to make myself something from the kitchen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113776984017785611?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113776984017785611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113776984017785611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113776984017785611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113776984017785611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-1-06fri.html' title='20-1-06(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113742552479493785</id><published>2006-01-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:32:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16-1-06(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The weekends were FANTASTIC! Haha...and i got a new phone which i don't really like. Oh well. Hmmm....so my Monday was spent just like that. Then headed over to Bryan's house for fun. After which i reached home at around 5pm. Then bathed and went straight to play my PS2. Haha. Now that i borrowed a memory card. Hmmm...took a nap for a while. Did finish my chinese homework. Then headed for my tuition. Haha. My teacher told us the importance of our studies this year especially for the Secondary 4. And some of us have also been with him since like P6. Me. LOL. We then talked about different types of oranges in chinese from the comprehention passage. Sidetrack a little. It's always like this for tuition. Then we moved on to some fruits when shipped out of its native country would taste different. Ahaha...my teacher hates durian and all of us joked about durians from Korea do not have a stench but only when brought over to Singapore will they have. They were also real creamy and stuffs. So he should go over and try it. HAHA. All these bullshit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Define love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113742552479493785?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113742552479493785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113742552479493785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113742552479493785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113742552479493785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/01/16-1-06mon.html' title='16-1-06(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113682095932097314</id><published>2006-01-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:35:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9-1-06(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So.....the first week of school totally sucked. The start of the second week which is today is like nonsensical nonsense. God damn. It was still so early in the morning like and my dumbass english teacher is scolding me for not cleaning up the place. Than he also asked for the duty roster which i have not done yet. I was made to squat in front of the class and do my reading. He said he had give me plenty of time already. But he did not even tell me personally. Aw man...that buttnut. And then i'm supposed to squat for his english period too. I have always been tortured by him EVERY single year in my secondary school time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During his period he did not really remembered about me squating. So i honestly offered myself into squating. After a while. We had to do a essay. So i was made to stand at my seat while doing the essay. A couple of minutes through the start of the essay,i got smacked on the backside by him to be asked to seat down. Man...its like the 2nd time this year i got smacked on the butt by him. Hmmm....wonder if he's gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised that my appetite has indeed increased since school had reopened. I have breakfast when i first arrived in school in the canteen at times. Than during recess i would eat a meal. After school i would also eat like 2 servings of food. I would still eat somemore food like today i had Mcdonald's. Man... and my mum has yet to give me $10 per day. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah. I have to travel by bus to school from tomorow onwards. It's a public holiday and yet my dad has to travel overseas for the company. I think he would only be back by Friday. Another thing which adds on is that my sis is also having a 3 day camp from Wednesday. So she will only be back on Friday too. Oh my god. That would leave only me and my mum at home for like 3 days. I wonder what will it result in. Even now we do not really talk to each other. Maybe she's having mood swings again. You know? Menses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to travel with my dad to UK. Cool. At least i can go travelling &amp; sight seeing. However...due to my 'O' Levels,i can't. Argh. Oh well. And he has to travel to Germany on the 25th. Man...that's like a couple of days before the Chinese New Year. How bad is that? I'd rather have my mum travelling and leaving only me and my dad. Yeah! I can imagine what i can do for those few days. But too bad...my mum can't really travel long distances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess that's it for this update. I'm out to get a chunk of cheese from the moon now. Forget this. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113682095932097314?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113682095932097314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113682095932097314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113682095932097314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113682095932097314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2006/01/9-1-06mon.html' title='9-1-06(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113562957511282860</id><published>2005-12-27T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T04:39:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26-12-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got another lecture when i was at home on Sunday night again. My mum was totally not happy about my irresponsibility. Like coming back late everytime when i told her the time i would be back. So from now on i must inform her if i'm going to late and stuffs. And also not listening to her most of the times. Haha. I even complained about my mum's nagging all the time. Man....and my dad actually wanted me to trust him on the fact that most women are like that. And that next time when i get married,my wife would also be like that. Argh. What in the world? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God damn. The amount of immature people these days are killing me. ------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing better to do other than posing and spamming as someone else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was suppose to travel up to Johor on Sunday night. However...cause of my mum being upset with everything else. So we did not. Woke up at around 12pm this morning and left for Johor instead. We were planning to stay at my aunt's house and waking up at 6am to leave for Singapore cause we were afraid of the jam. But we still decided to try going back earlier. So we got stucked in the jam from 1.30am til like around 3.40am. Only until now which is like 4.20am am i back at home. Feeling fresh after a bath now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man.....my mum told me that i could not cancel my tuition if i want to go out on normal days. But now that i'm travelling with her. She told me that she would let me off and cancel tuition just this once. What the hell? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey is really really wanting to buy over my ipod mini. Since like the 4 gigabyte model is no longer available. His ipod mini which is of the exact same color and everything as mine has a cracked screen which is no longer visible. His parents does not know about this yet,so i guess he wants to cover up. It's about so. Hmmm....should i or should i not let go? He needs it real soon. Oh well. Will decide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheng Yang told me i was invited to Lucas's birthday party this Friday when i was still in Malaysia. Haha. Hopefully he do not have to pay so much for the overseas smses. Hmmmm....i'm afraid that some people would not be too happy with me going over there. Cause of some stuffs. Besides...Lucas himself did not invite me. So i don't really want to bring the mood down or impose. Do i? He's not really talking to me for quite a while. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113562957511282860?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113562957511282860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113562957511282860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113562957511282860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113562957511282860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/26-12-05mon.html' title='26-12-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113549174882618185</id><published>2005-12-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:22:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25-12-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uh huh...so i cut my hair before meeting up with Cedric at Bishan train station. However cause i missed the train,so met up with him at Ang Mo Kio train station. Then reached Yishun Mrt station at around 7pm. Met up with the rest at the bus interchange. Waited for 853 to go to Bryan's house for the Christmas dinner. Reached his house at about 8pm. His family members and friends are already there. It was a buffet. So after eating. We all messed around. Played soulcalibur 2. Haha. Had laughs there. But we had to move down to Bryan's room cause Bryan brother's friends wants to use the computer room. Haha. Bryan brother's friends are hot! Hahahaha. Since everyone is like mentioning about this. So i might as well put it up too. We opened up presents. Cedric was the only one being tortured by opening his present. Haha. I got a shirt. Thank you people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So went to Bryan's room. Then it was the start of colors. Haha. Shirley and Priscilla was like spraying my hair red. Messing around with my hair. Oh well...for that day only. Haha. Then Junmei,Shirley and Priscilla all plucked strands of my hair! Haha..going bald soon. Taking advantage of my hair. Ahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ryan got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; styled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by Junmei and Jasmine. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We became things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for all to play around with. Took some pictures. Before heading back home. I reached home at around 12.30am. So that's it for this Christmas. Merry Christmas to everyone. Now for a happy new year. But i hate school reopening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113549174882618185?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113549174882618185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113549174882618185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113549174882618185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113549174882618185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/25-12-05sun.html' title='25-12-05(Sun)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113535962935491575</id><published>2005-12-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:06:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23-12-05(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....so i finally watched The Chronicles Of Narnia:The Lion,The Witch &amp;amp; The Wardrobe. With Ronald,Bryan,Sanmugan,Junmei,Shirley,Priscilla,Jasmine. I knew it would be a great movie even before i watched it. Haha. It was a fantastic movie. Emotional,funny,exciting and interesting. I feel like watching it again! So after the movie,we went to the food court to have our dinner. After which Jasmine left for Tiong Bahru for a sleepover at a friend's house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also left. Met up with my mum. Haha. Went shopping. Yeah! Walked around but did not buy anything yet. And then walked over to Heeren. My mum was already so tired.... she complained that her legs were killing her. Haha. Well...cause she have been shopping around Orchard for like the past 4 days already. So i bought a shirt from 77th Street. Can't believe i actually bought a shirt from there. Oh well. I told my mum that i wanted to get the Crumpler bag. The $170 one. Haha. My mum looked kinda shocked at the price. But i think she would have got for me. Went to look at the Converse shoes. My sis could not find any pair she liked. For me...i saw a few nice pairs. However...cause the Nike store was just beside Converse,so went over. I saw some nice pairs of Nike shoes too. My mum prefered me getting Nike. Haha...maybe cause she liked Nike more. It was much more expensive. So tried on a few pairs. My mum do not like me looking more mature,so she did not agree on a Brown pair. Finally bought a black pair. It was already like 10.30pm then. So my sis went to shop for her friend's gifts. While me and my mum went searching for her. Paid for the gifts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked around somemore. Though a lot of the shops were closed already. But some were still open cause Heeren was like opened til 11pm. I found the shop where i got my shirt. Yeah! Woo.It was actually at Wisma Atria,but they shifted. But it was like closed. However,my sis and mum just walked in to check if its really closed. Turns out the kind lady said she was still opened. Haha. Cool. I just love that shop. I was the only person in the whole shop. Looked around and the lady just asked me to try on all the shirts i took out. Helpful sia. Bought another 3 shirts from there. My hands were filled with shopping bags. And i'm carrying all of my things. Except my sis carried her own gifts. Man...she even wanted to get a Dreamcatcher for one friend. It was like $20 for one small one. So she decided not to get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum and sis have yet to eaten. It was like 11.15pm already. So we went over to the Kopitiam opposite Cineleisure. Then my dad came from a wedding dinner by the beach at Sentosa to pick us up. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today? Had a sort of small jam session for a yet named band. Haha. Played in a private room in Ang Mo Kio Community Centre. Or whatever it is called. It was a failure for me. Now i know how much i sucked. And i could not last for 2 hours without drinking anything. I would be straining my vocals. Maybe i'm just not cut out to sing. Or maybe i should try singing differently. Hmmm...will try and also think about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have yet to have got any gifts for anyone yet. Man...maybe tomorrow with Bryan or something. I don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113535962935491575?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113535962935491575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113535962935491575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113535962935491575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113535962935491575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/23-12-05fri.html' title='23-12-05(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113518970369729634</id><published>2005-12-22T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:28:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21-12-05(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So....i woke up today only to realise that no one at home! Woo! Cool. So the house was free to myself. My mum called later to tell me that she was out in town. Haha. And i told her that i was going over to Bryan's house. So i took quite a while staying at home before bathing and changing. Then took a bus down to Serangoon. Reached at about 4pm? Turns out that they have already eaten and left Suriya. So i went directly to Bryan's house before going to Suriya once again to buy my lunch. After eating,we practised Wherever You Will Go over and over again. Was it great practising with a band again. Haha. I get to be the vox again. Cool. It was fun. For like nearly 3 hours. Until about 8pm. Before stopping. Ronald's mum came to pick him up. While i waited for Benedict's dad to arrive. His dad sent me home. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad was already home when i reached home. And my mum with my sis has yet to return. So until 10.30pm. My dad and i have yet to have our dinner. Was supposed to have dinner outside. However...it was too late so my mum called and got my dad to pick her up then buying food back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what? My mum and sis spent the whole day eating buffet lunch at Marina Square,shopped around Tangs &amp;amp; Ngee Ann City. My sis even bought a Levi's bag for 80 bucks. Man...i also want one. Haha..but its so small. Can't even fit my books in. Oh well. I could have followed my mum if i had woken up earlier. Haha...then i could have eaten a heavy lunch too. Maybe buy some stuffs too. That's it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113518970369729634?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113518970369729634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113518970369729634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113518970369729634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113518970369729634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/21-12-05wed.html' title='21-12-05(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113509808174732161</id><published>2005-12-21T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:01:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-12-05(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was late again. We were suppose to meet up around 12 at Bishan. However...i only got out of bed at 11.45pm. I was searching franticly for my POA worksheet. Searched for like 10 minutes then gave up. So i had something to eat. Bathed. Then left the house and reached at about 12.45pm. Met up with Luke,Sanmugan &amp; Bryan. Looked around for photocopying shops cause Bryan and i did not have our POA worksheets. However could not find any so just made our way down to East Coast by bus 13. Went up to Ronald's house to drop our bags off. Walked the very short distance to East Coast Park. Rented the bikes. Cycled for a while. Then when Bryan wanted to a drink. I went to buy too. However while getting the drink,i started to feel fatigue. Needed to sit. Drank my drink. Ate a curry puff. And i told the rest to go ahead without me first while i rest. After going to the toilet,i finally continued cycling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After returning the bikes. We headed back to Ronald's house for a swim. Haha. Swam til about 6+pm. Wash up. Changed. Went to the nearby food court for dinner before going back home. Hitched a cab home from Luke. Of course Ronald went back home. So that's it for today. Tiring day. Haha. Yet i'm still staying up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113509808174732161?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113509808174732161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113509808174732161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113509808174732161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113509808174732161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/20-12-05tues.html' title='20-12-05(Tues)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113498627574889339</id><published>2005-12-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:59:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19-12-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell am i doing this,but yeah,since you wanted this as a favour then i am doing it. Jerry. Haha. Now you won't irritate me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions:&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;post 5 weird or random stuff about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the post, list 5 ppl you want to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;tag on their blog to let them read your blog for the rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like staying up til unearthly hours and then sleep in til late everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate people who eat dog meat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love chewing on jellybeans and getting them stucked in my teeth. Especially green and purple ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rode a horse through a forest in Australia before. It stopped and peed right in the middle of the forest. It was sure as heavy as the water spray cleaners use.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was once when i killed a bird on the streets with a BB gun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shirley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloysius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm...i don't know who else. Hmmm...Junmei?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113498627574889339?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113498627574889339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113498627574889339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113498627574889339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113498627574889339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/19-12-05mon.html' title='19-12-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113475208278443495</id><published>2005-12-16T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:29:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17-12-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...So i got out of bed quite a few times to piss and also to drink some milk this morning. I got woken up quite a few times by people calling me just when i was about to go to back bed. I finally woke up at 3pm. Had my lunch. Bathed and changed. Then made my way down to Yishun cause at first the movie was at 4.10pm. However when i got there,everyone were like relaxing in Burger King...and i only got told that they are watching the 5.40pm King Kong movie instead. Ronald has not reached yet. When he got there. He and Bryan got into a little quarrel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course things got back to normal as the day went by. While Ronald was having his lunch at Long John Silvers,we can tell that Luke was not really himself today. I guessed it was cause he did not have enough sleep. But turns out that he slept for 12 hours! So it could only mean problems. But we would not know since he chose to keep it bottled up inside. So after the movie ended,we headed to the foodcourt to have our dinner. After which we went to a &lt;em&gt;Pasar Malam &lt;/em&gt;to just look around. I took a train back home from Yishun with Ronald. Chatted with him about some problems we teens are going through currently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually i've forgotten why the remaining members of the ex-Rushtrend actually was not on terms with. That was why we did not communicated. Well....but we are sort of coming back. Which is cool. Cheng Yang said that they could not find other suitable vocalist other than me. Nah..i'm sure there are MUCH better vocalist out there. I'm not sure if they want to accept me back. But i'm quite alright with them. Cheng Yang is fine with me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. All of us misses jamming. Hmmm....we caught up on things. I found out that Nicholas has already migrated. Cheng Yang has been with his girlfriend for 4 months plus already. That's quite a period of time. They rarely quarrel with each other,at most just some small tiffs. He said cause of their love for each other and also cause they give each other their personal space. Cool. Well...we're going to have a small practise again at Lucas house to see how it goes. Hopefully things will work out. Haha...and in case Cheng Yang does not know. I still sleep late. Even later than before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man....i got scolded by my mum after she returned for going out today. She said she does not trust me anymore. Sigh....but i don't want to talk about it. That's why i prefer my dad most of the times. It may not seem this way but i do love him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what i think? I think that we are getting emotional recently. I don't know what do you think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113475208278443495?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113475208278443495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113475208278443495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113475208278443495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113475208278443495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/17-12-05sat.html' title='17-12-05(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113467194180703316</id><published>2005-12-16T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:39:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16-12-05(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've found this song by West Grand Boulevard. A local unsigned band. They sound really great. Very emotional vocals. Meaningful lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flights Of Fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sit with me, come and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i need you so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stay a while, for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe two, have no fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What i am is not all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's not all bad, it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;time has come, wish we could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;get it back, it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;miss you the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;miss you the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sing to me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in your room like old days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;speak to me, it depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on how you do in all ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bring me back little smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;funny ways you speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bring me back all your wiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whimsical fancies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113467194180703316?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113467194180703316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113467194180703316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113467194180703316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113467194180703316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/16-12-05fri_16.html' title='16-12-05(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113453491716766659</id><published>2005-12-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:35:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13-12-05(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was watching TV in my parent's room and slept there. At about 6.30am. My whole family,whom are my mum,my dad,my sis and i,all woke up. Haha. Cool. Hmmm...but actually if it was me in the weeks before or with Lihao staying over at my house,i or we would have stayed up til like 5am or later. So after i went to the toliet and the kitchen to drink some milk,i went back to bed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've just came to realise that my house is actually not even completed up til now. Man...we've been living here for a period of time already. Actually renovations were not done yet but we had to move in cause we have already sold our other house. I don't know where the original contractor went to. And also maybe cause my dad keeps jumping jobs and we are kind of tight. So renovations have to wait. Haha....well. At least i still can get my own stuffs. I want to move out into maybe a condo or something better. Haha. Well....i guess got to see how things go along.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice i have been updating nearly daily? Haha. Well. Nothing better to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113453491716766659?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113453491716766659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113453491716766659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113453491716766659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113453491716766659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/13-12-05tues.html' title='13-12-05(Tues)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113438425203051506</id><published>2005-12-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:44:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm.....i actually had another talk with my parents again. Cause my mum was like bugging me about practically everything i was doing. Which was kinda irritating. After which she got uptight and upset too. So to the living room i go for another conversation with both of my parents and my sis too. Man...i did appreciated my mum and dad for all the things which they have provided for me. I really did. Respect? Well....i admit i was disrespectful  at some point in time. Yeah. But i do recognise the fact that they are my parents. But in the end after quite a long talk. All came to a conclusion and settled everything. When i told my mum that she was bugging me,she kept thinking that i said that she was barking at me like a dog. Until my dad cleared things up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man....i do hope i would be able to get a puppy for Christmas. Hopefully my mum does allows me to get a Golden Retriever. Or if not a Miniature Schnauzer. I'm going to try asking soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while since i have been on vocals. Wondering if it would be soon. It will be fun. Possibly with a lot of emotions and feelings. So that's all for now. This is my proper blog update. I find the other one relatively short and not all of what i want to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113438425203051506?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113438425203051506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113438425203051506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113438425203051506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113438425203051506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113437078817483000</id><published>2005-12-12T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:59:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-12-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...well. It's been quite a while since i last updated my blog. So let me think of what to blog about. Erm. It's 13 more days to Christmas Day. That's what i know. I wonder what suprise is up for me this Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So on Saturday. Bryan &amp; Ronald wanted to practise since Ronald just got his guitar. So after going over. Ate. Turns out that we only went there to slack til like 8pm or so. No practise no nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i just recalled what did we do and go on Thursday. I wanted to go out. In the end we all met up at about 2pm or so at Junction 8 wanting to watch a movie. Wanted to get tickets for Chicken Little. But we got 4pm Perhaps Love movie tickets. Thinking it was a English movie. But after looking at the advertisement...it turned out to be a Chinese movie. Oh well...since the tickets were bought already. Haha. It was kind of a dull show. The way the actors act it out. I thought it was a fucking musical due to all the singing. But the storyline is actually not bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh....i fucking hate school reopening. It sucks. School sucks. And what's more is 'O' Levels year. My studies are like the shit load of crap. Studies is like a fucking battle. Survivor of the fittest. Like mother nature.Oh well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113437078817483000?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113437078817483000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113437078817483000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113437078817483000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113437078817483000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/12-12-05mon.html' title='12-12-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113337008555800417</id><published>2005-12-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:01:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30-11-05(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last day of the month already! Damn. So fucking fast. I have yet to do anything. Oh well...i have got a stupid POA re-test at the start of the school term. Boring... I really have to work hard towards a better future. Need to buck up on all my subjects. Or else i cannot get to anywhere at all. Of course i hope not to go into ITE. Hmmm....one more month to go before the end of the holidays. I want it longer! 'O' Levels is just next year. I fucking hate that year. Oh well...i just have to get past it. Like what the pastor at the church which i went for the first time said that we must study hard during this 18-20 years of our lives. Get past at least Polytechnic,and then we can choose what to do with our lives. What we need to concenstrate on now is studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm....so today. I actually asked my mum about me going to East Coast to cycle yesterday. She did not agree to it. However,she woke up quite early to go with my dad to hand in my sis choice of secondary school form. So i slept til like 12.30pm and yet my mum is not back. So i called my dad and asked my mum. Haha...she agreed. So i changed. Waited for her to come back to pass me $. Then i left at around 1.30pm. Met up with Luke &amp; Bryan at the traffic light on the way to Bishan MRT. Then Lihao came. He dyed his hair even darker. And lesser black patches. Golden monkey! Haha. So we took 13 over to East Coast. Went to eat. Then Ronald came down. Walked to East Coast. Rented the bikes. Luke can cycle now. Then Ronald learnt too. Haha. So we finished cycling at about 6pm. Walked back to Ronald's house. We stayed at the condo's swimming pool while Ronald and Bryan went dipping in the pool. Wanted to dunk each others head in the pool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it looked like it was going to rain anytime soon. So we headed on back. It DID drizzle a little. However did not rain at all. Bryan &amp; Luke went off the wrong bus-stop. And they took a damn cab back home. Haha. Man..too much $. Hmmm....me &amp;amp; Lihao went Junction 8. Wanting to eat dinner. But changed our minds and headed over to my house for dinner. After dinner. We played Burnout 4 for "a while". We started playing at around 9.30pm. He wanted to go home at 10pm. However...we kept racing til like 10.30pm. Before he went back home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So guess that's about it. Oh yeah...on Monday,we went to Downtown East for Szejin's birthday bbq. Kinda alright. Haha. Erm...took quite a while to reach cause we took a bus. I told them to. My bad. I'm sorry. I apologised. Hmmm...hopefully they are not too pissed that we brought so many people along. Haha. So here it is at 12.52am. Doing nothing. Ronald is not online. It's suprising cause he always stay up. Maybe cause of his aching back. Cedric is offline. For i don't know what reason. But i think he normally go off around this time too. Hah. Bryan just went offline. Quite early too. I think since he also have nothing much to do. Lihao did not even come online after he left my house,which he said he would. And can't get through to him,it's either he's playing or he is asleep already. Luke just went offline too,after Bryan did. Hmmm...so all these common people are now offline. Well...Shirley &amp; Jasmine are at chalet too. Haha. So...maybe i'm going to watch tv til 5am as usual. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure if i can go out tomorrow. But i think Lihao is going to stay over at my house on Friday. Haha. And i also do not have tuition on that day. So i guess i will be going out. I sure want to. Hmmmm....i need to go shopping now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113337008555800417?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113337008555800417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113337008555800417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113337008555800417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113337008555800417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/12/30-11-05wed.html' title='30-11-05(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113315277546798313</id><published>2005-11-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:05:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28-11-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm still sick. Having cough and runny nose. It's like only 12pm. I'm awake already. And here i am blogging so early. Hmmm...well. I woke up damn late on Sunday morning. I mean not that late but late as in to go shopping. My family rushed to have our lunch. Then changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy one Levi's jeans. Man...it's only one new! I still want to get another 2 more pairs. And finally i collected my Everlast spectacles. Man..is my older spectacles giving me an itch. I was sensitive to that spectacles. Because of my sweat. Hmmm...then went in to Malaysia. Johor. Bought some PS2 games. Haha....Cedric,you finally got your game. Well...i got some of mine too. But i guess i'm going to get somemore. SO yesterday while in Johor. I got call from Shirley. Later i found out that she has lost her wallet. And since i live in Bishan,maybe i can help her get it back. But i was not in Singapore. So,sorry. Haha..but she still got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's going rain anytime soon. Dark clouds all over. I hope it does not. Such a letdown. Looks kind of gloomy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113315277546798313?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113315277546798313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113315277546798313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113315277546798313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113315277546798313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/28-11-05mon.html' title='28-11-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113300844156747746</id><published>2005-11-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:04:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27-11-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Looking at the pages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;br /&gt;I took some shots and fell from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you were there to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;We've been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby&lt;br /&gt;We've been to hell and back again&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you're always my best friend&lt;br /&gt;For all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take this world away&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Just read the lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113294290536676618</id><published>2005-11-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:24:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26-11-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So...Cedric,Bryan and my nephew stayed over at my place from Tuesday night til Wednesday morning before they went home. We watched movies. Slacked around. Did nothing much. But i sure know that i had laughs. We all were like sneezing in the room. Don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans for Thursday were that to have a so called party at Bryan's house. Cedric was already prepared to leave his house at 1pm. However..he wasn't called out. So he stayed at home til around 4 before knowing the plans. Ronald,Bryan,Luke and Jasmine met up at around 3pm. Went to rent some movies and bought some snacks. Cedric and i only knew about this when they all reached Bryan's house at 4+pm. I called my nephew to come along. So we met up at the bus stop at around 7pm. Went up the bus with Shirley and Junmei on board already. Reached Bryan's house. Then slacked around doing nothing for a while. Until they all decided to have dinner at IMAN. Hmmm...halfway through. Jasmine needed people to go down to Dhoby Ghaut. She did not sound quite pleased though. Well...at least not to me when i answered. After eating. Ronald,Li Hao and Bryan took a cab down to Dhoby Ghaut. I don't know why Li Hao tagged along lah. But he just did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after eating...Shirley wanted to visit our school. To look see look see. Haha. So we took a slow stroll down to Saint Gabriel's. Had some people at camp there. Then we walked back to Bryan's house. Missed the Contender rematch between Manfredo and Sergio. Man...but from the looks. It seems that Manfredo lost again. Damn. His punches are so powerful. So we slacked around and waited til the rest came back. Jasmine came back too. So we were like listening to songs. Slacked around. I was bored. Haha. We then went down to watch the DVDs. There came the Vodka mix. I drank a little only. And a can of beer. Did not know where did the Vodka mix went to. Most of them drank wine. However...Jasmine,Cedric and Shirley went drunk halfway through the movie. So only leaving Ronald,Bryan,Li Hao,Junmei and me who are not drunk at all. Well...at least they still recognise some things. Unlike me. So we all had to like help the 3 of them. Haha. But after a while. We all went down to continue watching the DVDs. All of them became not so drunk already when it was past 4am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we watched til nearly 6am. Before Bryan got drunk. Stupidly. So we all went back to the room since his family may wake up. Haha. So Bryan kept everyone from sleeping. He was not happy. After a while. All fell asleep. While Ronald and i did not sleep. We stayed up. Listening to music and looking at the sunrise til 7am. Before we sat down doing nothing. After a while. Shirley woke up due to her phone. Then at around 8am or so. The rest all woke up too. Man...i was nuts. I was high. Maybe cause i did not sleep. Bryan's grandfather called us to go down for breakfast. So we did. While the girls bathed and changed to get ready to go to Pei Cai for softball match or something. So we went home. Li Hao too. I reached home at around 10am. Bathed. Then went to my room to sleep. Slept til like 4pm. When i woke up i had a headache and felt uncomfortable. I found out that i was suppose to meet my cousin due to his birthday being today. Stayed for half an hour before rushing off cause my dad has a company dinner. He dropped us off at Junction 8. I had my lunch. Before heading back home. Where i fell asleep while watching television. Slept til like 8pm. My mum told me that i had tuition. Now the timing was changed to 8pm instead. Man...with a headache. I did not felt like going. So i informed my teacher that i'm not coming. Watched television and used the computer til 12.30am. My dad still did not came back. So my mum,my sis and i went nearby for our dinner. Reached home at around 1.30am. So this is it. I was supposed to call Cedric. But when i reached home and called him,there was not answer. Guess he's asleep already. So i don't have to call him already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's messed up. Real messed up. Complications and stuffs. She now likes my nephew. Oh well. I don't know what now. Things are fading off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's offline real early today. I'm bored. No one to talk to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sleep well tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m sending this letter to you in hopes that it finds you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanted to say I love and I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pray that you sleep well tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope you dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’ll write again tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’ll be home soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m a million miles away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can’t get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not that I’m trying but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I want is to hold you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sleep well tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All these miles that stand between us get shorter everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m calling to say I love you and I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can see the city skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not that far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pull into the driveway and I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113294290536676618?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113268140418822107</id><published>2005-11-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:43:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23-11-05(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha..so on Saturday. My mum was like not at home through out the whole day cause she was at Tanglin Mall. Then at night after Cedric's dinner with his Grand parents,my dad and i went to pick him up. Then headed over to Simei. We wanted to like go over to Hougang to buy Cedric's PS 2 games. However we changed our minds. So we reached Simei in like 15 mins.Upon reaching,we went to meet the girls first before heading to the Pet Safari where we saw new puppies. Aw god! I saw these 2 new Golden Retrievers. They were like so huge,fluffy and cute! After which we walked around the 2nd level of the mall continuously til the girls knock off work. Then we went over to City Hall to meet Bryan.Headed over to Yishun for dinner at the Mcdonald's. I called my nephew to come over my house to stay for one night where we going to head over to his church the next day. Me,Cedric and Li hao took a cab home and reached Bishan only at 1 am. Got scolded by my mum again. Me and Li Hao stayed up til like 5.30 am before sleeping. We were supposed to wake up at 8 am. However we overslept even though the alarm clock kept ringing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when we suddenly woke up at 11 am. Rushed down to Jurong station to go to the church. Man...i stayed in the church for like 3 hours doing nothing. However it was not so bad lah. I was scolded by my mum so had to head straight down to Orchard to meet up with them. Damn. Walked around. Paragon. Went to Zion road for dinner. Then i got my dad to drop me and Li Hao at Bishan train station to take a train to Yishun. Easier this way. Went back to Yishun to Li hao's house to get more clothes since he is like staying at my place for a few more days. Met up with Jasmine and Priscilla at the Shell Petrol Station for supper at Mcdonald's again. Took a cab back home and reached home at only 1 am again. The taxi driver is like so cool. He kept blabbering out vulgarities while talking to us scolding his son and stuffs. Haha. Got the cold treatment again from my mum when we got home. My dad actually unlocked the extra locks for me so i can enter. Went back to room and stayed up til like 4 am watching Scary Movie 1 before my mum came in and forced us to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We woke up at around 2pm and realised that we have a movie to catch at 3.30 pm. My mum did not allowed me out of the house cause i was supposed to be grounded for like the whole week. But she said she don't want to know so we rushed down. Then we got there  like around 3.45pm. LATE! Argh...like the last time i watched with Szejin. Man...i'm was always late. After watching Harry Potter ending at 6+pm. Ate dinner at Pastamania. Went to Bishan Park after i cancelled my tuition. Stayed there til like 12+am. Running about. Playing. Doing stupid stuffs.We layed down on the floor looking at the sky,stars. Cool. I was about to go home after going down to the nearby Cheers to get drinks. When we got home,I stuck the keys in the keyhole,turned. Realised that it was extra locked. Damn! My sister kindly came out to open. However after opening the door,my mum rushed out,snatched my handphone,just slammed and locked the door. She told me i need not come home. Kicking me out of the house. So i rushed over to Junction 8 where Bryan was at cause he missed the last bus. Met up with the girls and Bryan. Then decided to sleep over at Bryan's house for one night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shit! I got drunk due to  a mix of Vodka,Rum and one other alchohol. I was feeling so great and happy after drinking it. Kinda high. But after i drank one full glass,i was still feeling fine until a certain time. I suddenly had a heavy,groggy head. The floor was like shaking everywhere. I can't stand still. My friends had to look after me. I did not know what was what and who was who. I fell off the bed,i threw away the wet towel on my face,went to the toilet a few times. And even said "Hey!I look cute" in the mirror. I did not know what else did i say. Man...and maybe some other stuffs which my friends have not told me yet. The next morning when i woke up,my head hurt so much. Even threw up everything after eating brunch. Man...only after that did i felt much better. I reached home after going to Ang Mo Kio and so here i am now. At like 1.41 am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113268140418822107?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113268140418822107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113268140418822107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113268140418822107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113268140418822107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/23-11-05wed.html' title='23-11-05(Wed)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113202771958954062</id><published>2005-11-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:44:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15-11-05(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well...nothing much to blog about. Except people are acting differently recently. Weird. Hahaha. Chinese tuition is back to it's noisy and crowded form. Yeah! This is my first early blog entry. Haha...made history here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say that you don't need me anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well that's just fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You headed for the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you won’t hear me cryin' anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't think you're coming back this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie you're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't think that you can see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm the man for the rest of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it's not so hard to let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the time at Christmas '99&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we had a snowball fight and you won&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't think you're coming back this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't think that you can see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm the man for the rest of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dresser drawer filled with sweet love letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the bible you gave me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't show up on your doorstep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Sunday morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I pray, God hears your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though things aren't the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I realize why my heart is breaking in two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause you're leaving one piece for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And taking the rest with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113202771958954062?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113173018192829606</id><published>2005-11-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:29:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-11-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! I promised myself i was not going out today. Which is a Friday. But i still went out. Haha. My nephew came to my house. He suddenly called and said that he's coming over since he was bored. Haha...then i told my mum that i was going out to like my friend's house to return him his game. LOL. Cool. Then we spend time styling our hair together. Haha...took like about 15 minutes. Then left the house to Bryan's house. Both of us are like damn funny and dumb throughout. Reached his house then was made a fool coz we wanted to leave but Bryan kept playing with the gate. After we ran out. We went to IMAN to get a drink. I took away Mee Goreng for Bryan. Returned back to his house to deliver. After which stayed for "a while". Haha. Stayed to watch Meet The Fockers.Til like 8pm. Haha...i postponed my tuition to Saturday 1pm. After which headed down to Expo. To meet up with my mum and his mum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for dinner at Bedok after walking around.Then now...i'm back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113173018192829606?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113173018192829606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113173018192829606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113173018192829606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113173018192829606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/12-11-05sat.html' title='12-11-05(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113164141509554344</id><published>2005-11-11T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:50:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11-11-05(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I actually did not plan to go out today. Haha. But after having a chat. I was out in the rain running to Junction 8. Late. Rushing to catch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Was out with new friends today. Haha...funny. I also did not apply anything on my hair. It was natural. Hmmmm....then after the movie could not decide where to go so the rest went back home while me and Bryan went to Yoshinoya to eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my Cinderella is somewhere out there. Still yet to be found. Or maybe she is already in front of me but i did not notice her. Maybe i will find her some time down the road. It could be anyone. Where is she?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Szejin once again. Hey Mich...Haha. You would be awake when you are reading this. I'm guessing only. Haha. Let's see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113164141509554344?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113164141509554344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113164141509554344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113164141509554344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113164141509554344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/11-11-05fri.html' title='11-11-05(Fri)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113160103051816811</id><published>2005-11-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:37:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-11-05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh no...i don't think i can play Quake 4 already. Since one of my drivers not working. Or i think i need to change my graphic card to a 3D one. Oh well...i can only get Warcraft. But my dad said to change the graphic card. Hmmm...maybe. Not sure. I can use his laptop anyway. It's sure able to play Quake 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...went to Bishan Park yesterday. Went together with Luke and Bryan. Actually if we asked Ronald earlier, he could have tagged along. But he just had to wake up at around 4 plus. Hmmm...and actually we went quite late too. While Cedric could not make it due to relatives coming over so he got to help with with somethings. So we could not play soccer cause we do not have a ball. I don't know where my Nike one went to. It's like new and i guess no air too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,Bryan and Luke walked to the bicycle rental shop. It was quite a distance. Then we borrowed 3 medium bikes. Then it started to rain. We rain for the trees. However...Luke was learning to cycle. So we can't really cycle off. He nearly did it. Now all he need to learn is to balance. We cycled around. Then i went through a lot of water puddles. Which i got spots of mud all over my shirt. Great. Oh well. Then i just had to lose my wallet on the way back to the bike rental shop. I only realised that when i was about to return the bike. So Bryan suggested to borrow the bike again to look for it. Bryan also tagged along to help. However..we did not borrow the bike which we was cycling before. I looked around. And then while cycling,Bryan's rented bike suddenly had a sound. We stopped. And the 2 park rangers stopped to ask me whether i was looking for something. Of course i said yes. He asked if it was a wallet. I said yes too. Then he took it out. And asked for my name. Thank god i got it back. Hmmm...then we realised Bryan's rented bike chain has fallen out. Tried fixing it but can't. So gotta push it back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that's about it for one unlucky Wednesday. But it was kinda fun. I wanna start dog sitting. It will be so fun. And i will be earning money too. Oh yeah...hope we are ablet to get the stall. We should start earning money now. Since we have so much free time. Where's our band? C'mon....progress? Progress? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113160103051816811?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113160103051816811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113160103051816811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113160103051816811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113160103051816811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-11-05.html' title='10-11-05'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113130364589718496</id><published>2005-11-07T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:00:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-11-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know what? My sis just got a new mp3. I was like shopping around for my games when my sis checked around for the prices of mp3s. And then my mum actually got one for her! Hmmm....my sis has actually been bugging my mum to buy one mp3 for her. Thought of an ipod. However she was only looking for Creative Zen Neon. She loved it cause of the cool different looks. But those were just stickers provided to paste on the Zen Neon. After looking around. Decided to get a iRiver H-10. It's a 5 gigabyte,colored mp3 player with the ability to store up to 2500 songs,text,record(built-in microphone),radio and view photos. And it cost like 399 bucks. Nearly a hundred dollars more than mine. But did not want to get another ipod mini cause we would then have 2 ipod in the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got what i wanted too! I got my playstation 2 for $330. I wanted to get Quake 4 and Warcraft Battlechest. But the Battlechest was like $59.90,while Bryan told me he could find for roughly 40 bucks. So i did not buy. For Quake 4, my father and i was not so sure as to whether my desktop has a DVD Rom drive. So still did not get another game. It cost only $59.90.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha...so another few items down. I want a new handphone. An electric guitar. A Golden Retriever. New apparel. An unbroken heart. Nah...just kidding for the unbroken heart part. Haha...maybe very demanding to ask from my parents. So i'm not really gonna ask for all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113130364589718496?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113130364589718496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113130364589718496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113130364589718496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113130364589718496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/7-11-05mon.html' title='7-11-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113122984126813534</id><published>2005-11-06T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T06:34:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6-11-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wazzup?! It's like 6am and i just came back from JB again. Feels something like going to school. Haha. Man...i don't know why but i'm not even sleepy,in fact,i feel very high and energetic! Woo! Hmmm....maybe i should find a partner who is like me too,a nocturnal person. Nice.&lt;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(204,0,0)"&gt;(I know you are out there baby...somewhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;There is someone out there for me(I know there is somebody out there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I know she is waiting so patiently(yeah) can you tell me her name?(Somebody tell me her name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;This life-long search is gonna drive me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;How does she laugh?How does she cry?What's the color of her eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Does she even realize I'm here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Where is she?Where is she?Where is she?Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Who is she?Who is she?Who is gonna complete my world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Where is she?Where is she?Where is this beautiful girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Who is she?Who is she?Who is gonna complete my world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 2pm on Saturday. Then while hanging around the house,my mum got a call from my tuition teacher asking why i did not go down to complete my homewrok at 1pm. And adding complaints that i have not been doing my work. What the hell? I have. Oh well...he likes to joke around and exaggerate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to M'sia. Hanged around. Ate at some Japanese restraunt. Then wanted to watch a movie. First time watching a movie there. The four of us,my mum,dad,sis and i. And then while walking around the mall there,we met my Aunt and her daughter. My aunt have a house there in JB and she was planning to go back to Singapore after dinner. However she &amp;amp; her daughter met us on the way to dinner. We then decide to watch The Legend Of Zorro. What's more is that we were watching the 1.40am show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we shopped til about 11pm. Before heading for Danga Bay. Something like a Malaysia's Esplanade/One Fullerton area. Ate fastfood there. Then walked around the beach there. After which it was about time to head back to the shopping mall for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....it's a nice movie to watch. A lot of kissing scenes. Lol. Oh yeah. I don't really know how to spell the name but the chemical extracted from traditional soap called Glycerine(if i'm not wrong) mentioned in the movie is like more powerful than gunpowder by THIRTEEN times. HAHA. RONALD's fated number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....guess i'm going to bed soon.I think i'll be sleeping 'in' til about 2pm again or maybe later.Guess i'm gonna skip my math tuition later on in the day.Dead beat.&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/12908205-113122984126813534?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113122984126813534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113122984126813534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113122984126813534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113122984126813534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/6-11-05sun.html' title='6-11-05(Sun)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113113497140904074</id><published>2005-11-05T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:12:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-11-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here i am...sitting in front of my computer after drinking a yogurt drink at around 3.48am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been thinking about you, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And all the crazy things that you put me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All the while I showered you with trust and promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I gave you all I had to give, but I could never reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; thought I knew you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once again,used me,used me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remember waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remember waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For you to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remember waiting there to find nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I can't sing a love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like the way it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm not that good anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But baby, that's just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to us all:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are times I find it hard to sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are living through such troubled times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every child that reaches out for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For one moment they become my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how can I pretend that I don't know what's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When every second with every minute another soul is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I believe that in my life I will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An end to hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we all stand together this one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then no one will get left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And stand up for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stand up for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it all starts right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it starts right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One person stand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the rest will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all the forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all the unloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113113497140904074?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113113497140904074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113113497140904074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113113497140904074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113113497140904074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-11-05sat.html' title='5-11-05(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113086069899639219</id><published>2005-11-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:16:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-11-05(Tue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I can't take it anymore man!All these sucks.Life sucks.Fuck life!It's crap!Damn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...but i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was about to leave to join the group together.I was even planning to join Cedric in the early afternoon cause he was alone.However....did not.Then later in the afternoon...i went to seek permission to go out from my mum.It's like last time again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After i changed...preparing to go out.My dad changed too cause i asked him to send me.Then when he was talking to my mum about me going out and whether wanna join me.I was waiting outside.Then there was this quarrel.All of a sudden there was silence.So i went back in.I called my dad.Then he shouted to me and my sis that we should stand in front of my mum and settle this by today.You know what?I wanted to like fuck this shit!However...i was made to stand in the kitchen,in the hot sun for like half an hour or so without moving or shit like that.I nearly can't take it anymore.There was temptation to run out of my house since the gate was open.I wanted to run away from my fucking home.Run as far away without taking any transport for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things did not go my way throughout now.My results are like fuck,it's a CLOSE shave to make it to Sec 4.My parents are fucked up.And then this other matter.I've lost nearly everything.But who gives a damn?Anyway...i will be strong,i will hold on.I will get past all these.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's alright.I'm okay.I think god can explain.(Splender-I think god can explain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When me and my sis were standing in the fucking hot sun,my mum was nagging and saying stuffs through out.Then when she was sitting down on the sofa,i made the move to go up to her and apologise.It was said that i did not treat her as my mum,only coming to her when i need money or something.And that i don't give her the respect or love.Oh well...i apologised and had a long dicussion til about 5.30pm.Was settling the problem of me and my mum not really communicating with each other.Than the 4 of us went out.They dropped me off at Marina and headed towards Heeren.Then the moment i reached there,i went to look for Ronald and the rest.I was starving like hell.Told them that i needed to eat something so went over to Long John Silver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that sent Ronald off to MRT.Then walked around places.After which went to Suntec's Fountain Of Wealth.Man...they were playing songs which are so...but still sang along.Then Priscilla came by herself to look for us.Benedict left.My parents then called me and picked me up.Went to Marina South to have Steamboat.Wanted Bryan to join us...however he felt embarrassed....so did not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here i am after a huge feast.Reaching home at about 11pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doubt anyone understands me.I never ever seem to show how i feel or express myself.I always keep it bottled up inside as usual.Maybe it's a good thing.But maybe it's not.Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna try to learn guitar and buy one electric guitar.I only got a acoustic one.I wanna play and sing at the same time.Maybe if my father's friend are willing...they can teach me.Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113086069899639219?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113086069899639219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113086069899639219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113086069899639219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113086069899639219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-11-05tue.html' title='1-11-05(Tue)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113077739175896150</id><published>2005-11-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:49:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-11-05(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love how if I died right now I would be the happiest person alive knowing I found my one true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love the way I can't imagine a day without you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love the way if we were ever separated I wouldn't know how to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love the fact that I will always be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love how complete I feel when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love how when I dream of my life partner,the only person that I can see is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love how I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love the way you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love your love for the things that interest me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love how I would do anything in this world to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love you for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*ngo oi ney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*saya cinta kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*ti amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*watakushi-wa anata-wo ai shimasu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*naan unni kathilikaran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*ich liebe dich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-simply: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am i really the one who makes you smile like you mean it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess Harry will always be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take care since you are not fully recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look past your shoulders and you would find me there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though you may not want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've kept the best memories and play them in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess we're friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113077739175896150?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113077739175896150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113077739175896150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113077739175896150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113077739175896150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-11-05tues.html' title='1-11-05(Tues)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113077409881643766</id><published>2005-10-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:44:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31-10-05(Mon 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Your eyes were covered in sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;when they first met mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i sat there and stared at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you didn't seem to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the awkward ways we meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;first comes heavy breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;staring at the ceiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what will happen next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(New Found Glory-I Don't Wanna Know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today...31st of October.Is the day which will leave another scar on my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(Papa Roach-Scars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's over.2 months &amp; 4 days.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So here i am,pouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(SOTY-Anthem Of ur Dying Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a fucking loser.I never seem to be able to please anyone at all.Damn it.I've just lost someone close and dear to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If i had a rose for every time i thought of you,i would walk in my garden forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got the impression of this matter when i read her nick already.Once again...i'm a assumer,so i assumed about things,it really was true.It was like history repeating itself again.Shirley was the one who called me up and telling me that she's got a bad news to announce to me.It's been days since going out with her properly...coz she's been sick.There were many times where i wanted to go down to find her...but she rejected,so i did not,didn't want her to feel uncomfortable in any way.Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear friends of this academy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see a friend bleed to death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What for, some kind of metaphor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I can't see..So I'll drink until I see it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(FFAF-History)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like we never seem to have anything gone our way.Take a look at Sloryae.Safith,Joey and Terence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Lifehouse-Blind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All those messages...does it really mean what it is?Does it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean what i have said so far.I'm still here for you.But who cares?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Promise me you will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;until the red light will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Promise me you will stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Until the darkness will fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'd wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Silverstein-Red Light Pledge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess its because of our different character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love i guess is about accepting that person for who he/she is and not for what he/she is not.Its accepting the other person's faults.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're beautiful,it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(James Blunt-You're Beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was planning ahead to give a HUGE suprise to her on the third month.But now...i guess forget about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't you see that i wanna be there with open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's empty tonight and i'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get me through this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you notice i'm gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where do you run to so far away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm writing again these letters to you aren't much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knowBut i'm not sleeping and you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Finch-Letters To You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given &amp;amp; sacrificed a lot.Did not matter.I find it worth while for someone i love.Another song which can be related is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For being my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For parting my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(Bon Jovi-Thank You For Loving Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tonight all i see is your face now on everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The days once had are through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm lost,broken,confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But i won't give up on you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tonight i'll lie here all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wondering what our future holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And if my life should fall apart would you still care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you still care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Mest-Lost,Broken,Confused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So I pretend,I'm doing all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And I hope someday you'll find it in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;To understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Why I'm not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And forgive me for not being in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I remember waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;For you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Remember waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;For you to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Remember waiting there to find nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(The Ataris-Saddest Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, every moment spent with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause I'd miss you,baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Aerosmith-I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me?What am i?Well....i am:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time I look at you,baby,I see something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight,dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Bon Jovi-All Bout Lovin' You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113077409881643766?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113077409881643766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113077409881643766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113077409881643766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113077409881643766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/10/31-10-05mon-2.html' title='31-10-05(Mon 2)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113060383092977629</id><published>2005-10-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:41:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29-10-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOTS!My mum is practically gone for the whole of today.She went to take a ferry at Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal to i don't know where.Cool sia today.Woke up at around 8am and found nobody but my sis sleeping.So i used the computer for a while before going back to bed.Then i was supposed to go out with my nephew,who is very close to me,like my bro lah,but we are not.Plans were cancelled coz my dad returned back from sending my mum off late.So we 3,as in me,my dad,and sis lazed around the house.I left the house at around 2.30pm headed down for Plaza Singapura to meet up with Ronald.And Bryan was there too,he was with his friend too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could not decide where to go....so stayed around Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station.Then Bryan and his friend went to Bukit Batok to play Lan or something.So me,Ronald and Cedric did not know where to go so went walking around Plaza Singapura.After which we went over to Somerset to explore around the area.After walking around Heeren.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were walking over to Far East Plaza when we got stopped by these ladies.One was Melanie if i'm not wrong...she was the host of the stage.It was some kind of game sponsored by Tommy Hilfiger.They were pushing us to go onto the stage to take part in the game.We refused.Then Ronald was held on by the arm so could not escape.Haaha.While me and Cedric escaped.The host actually called us not men,and what's more is that he pointed out to us when we were far away from him.Then we went back to watch him take part in the game where he was suppose to give a pickup line to a girl.And whoever gives it best would win a prize.Guess what?Ronald won!He got a Tommy Hilfiger gift pack worth like $62.Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Then we went to Heeren again to walk around.Sat around and talked cock.Laughed.Then i was waiting for my dad to come over.After that Jasmine had to go home.Man...But oh well.So went to the train station to send her off.Wanted to accompany her back home but my dad was waiting for me for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to Heeren to find my dad &amp; sis.Turned out that they were queing up at Sakae Sushi for dinner.I wanted Ronald and Cedric to follow me for dinner,but no choice so they went over to Cineleisure's food court for a drink.After eating at Sakae,my sis wanted to take Neoprints.I was fine with it lah.However...my mum spoiler lah.She called saying she's approaching Singapore soon.Then everything was cancelled.I went over to Cineleisure to meet up with Ronald,Bryan &amp;amp; Cedric only.Then had to go off with my dad to pick my mum up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was actually not supposed to go out today.However....coz i have my dad.He allowed me to go out.It's like without my mum,my dad would spend on a lot of things.Nice!I got to have $ and bought something.Then went to eat at Sakae.My sis also went to buy somethings.We even wanted to watch movie.But they did not leave the house earlier to meet me so could not.Today...was like SHIOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna try working to earn $.That way i can buy more things and spend on other things too.I wanna give huge suprise and consequently smaller suprises to her during this holidays.Hmmm....and maybe during Christmas too.I miss Harry.Haha.Sonny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Loves grows stronger and stronger as each day passes by.Without seeing her makes me miss her even more.Not hearing her voice for one day is equivalent to sleepless night.These are the miss you nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113060383092977629?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113060383092977629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=113060383092977629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113060383092977629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/113060383092977629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/10/29-10-05sat.html' title='29-10-05(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-113017119270495055</id><published>2005-10-25T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:42:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25-10-05(Tues)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/1600/Cruel1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7305/1095/320/Cruel1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh god...i saw this image while surfing some local dog forum.Damn!It's fishing hook gone through the dog's muzzle.Man.Of course it hurts.Yuck.Fishermen round up these stray dogs from the streets and use them as live bait for sharks.Cats were used too.Cruelty to the poor homeless animals.They do have a life and feeling too.Even though they just don't have a home.And these fucking ignorant idiotic fishermen uses them for bait.What the hell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...today.Well.Went to Adi's kinda like a farewell party.Though i did not get to eat at that Thai Restraunt.Haha.Coz i came late.I was delayed by my mum.All's settled.Haha...i was said to resemble Barbie coz of my hair today.Man.Oh well.I'm gay.As if!So after that went to watch movie at Cineleisure.Hmmm...could not decide what movie to watch.However...decided to watch Transporter 2.Hmmmm..not bad.Action flick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that.Things did not go well.Everyone's mood were like bleahs.And then we just hung around at one level.Adi went home first.So after that.All went to the food court at the ground floor to have our dinner.Next Ronald,Luke,Benedict &amp; Yilong left.So after my dinner,i went to the toilet.Then smsed my teacher to tell him to postpone.So took quite a while.When i was about to come out,Bryan called me saying that someone jumped off.So i rushed out and found a huge crowd gathering.I saw a guy lying flat on his face on the ground.I went to find them and stayed together with them at the scene.Boy...if i did not smsed my teacher,i would be out a little earlier and the guy could have fell straight in front of my face.I would like shocked.Did not know how he fell though.Maybe someone did not like him and threatened to drop him off,however by accident they really dropped.Or he could have fell.Whatever it is...i heard he died on the way to the hospital.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well....tomorrow is the day of truth,we would find out how thing's turn out.I think i'm going to go to bed now.Hmmm...wonder if she's still traumatized by this whole incident.She doubt that she can sleep coz afraid of the image keep flashing in her head.She heard the guy's scream then saw something black falling,after which the guy is on the floor.Hope she's alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-113017119270495055?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113017119270495055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>23-10-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here i am at 1.45am...seating in front of the computer in my boxers and the long sleeved shirt i wore out just now.Nah...did not felt like going out of my room after coming back from dinner to bathe and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these few days after the end year exams were like fun.End year exams have past already huh?It really feels so quick.I really get the feeling that i'm going to screw up my papers and get retained.Damn!Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we did not have to go for school on Friday.We went out.Plans were actually cancelled coz Ronald was tired and wanted to slack around at home.However..he changed his mind and met up with Bryan at Dhoby Ghaut.I was delayed and delayed Cedric too.I had to wait til my dad is back from Jurong.I needed his permission and $ too.So he bought home western cuisine for me as lunch.Then i rushed to get him to send me and Cedric to Dhoby Ghaut.But shit...forgotten that we are suppose to meet Ronald and Bryan at Wisma Atria.So me and Cedric had to walk through the busy streets of Orchard to Wisma.After we all met up,went to rest &amp; have a snack at Burger King.It was already 7pm then.Man were we high and total nutsicles the whole time.Kept insulted,made fun,disturb each other and other things around us.We were total idiots.All of us.Went exploring the whole Orchard.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed towards the train station at around 8.30pm.Then took a train back home.On the way back...i had to go for tuition.So i rushed back to get my bag and went for my chinese tuition after the exams.Oh well...it was fun and short anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediatly went online after reaching home and was actually hoping to see her online.When i did not,i waited for her to come online.After it was past 11pm.There still was no news of her.I wanted to give her a call,but i thought that she was still outside having fun or something,so i did not.Then i smsed her.There was no reply.Smsed her again.Still no reply.So i thought that she was asleep.But i started to get worried coz it's like one whole night without hearing in anyway from her.So i called her.No answer.Smsed a few times til it was about 4am.Did not got any reply.It was so unlike her.So i stayed up.Til it was about 5am.I tried going to bed but was tossing and turning around.However,i still went to bed a while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my phone close to me.At around 10am.I suddenly woke up and went to check my phone.Whew....she replied at 9.45am.After that..i went to back to bed til about 1.30pm.Since i did not really got enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what happened.But yesterday night,it was my dad that was giving my mum the cold shoulder.He did not go to bed and was watching TV even after i went to bed.Then this morning i found my mum moodless.They both still did not talked to each other.I wanted to tell my mum that i am going out today,however,after seeing her like that,i did not want to even try.So i checked with my dad.He was fine with it.Then i checked with my mum,she was like back to last time again.Damn!I thought this was settled?I've been home the whole of last week after school latest by 4.30pm.And she's still not satisfied or something?It's about the same time as i always return home from school last time.In the end i still got to go out.I wanted to get my dad to send me to Serangoon,he wanted my mum to come along to talk about things after sending me.So while he was persuading my mum to come along,i went down to wait with Cedric.He took quite a while.So we decided to take a bus instead.And i told him to settle the thing out at home.Do not need to bother him sending us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man.Why do all these have to happen?It really ruins things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Bryan's house at about 4.30pm.They actually wanted to try  their coordination of their guitar.So went there and slacked around til about 6pm.Left his house and headed towards Harbour Front.Haha.Had dinner there.Then walked around exploring Harbour Front Mall.Decided to take a train back to Serangoon and then Cedric &amp; i would take a bus home from there.While Roanld went back to Bryan's house to collect his guitar.Haha.I guessed we had a not so bad day.Had lots of laughter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cedric went home while i continued taking the bus to Junction 8 to wait for my parents.Went for a second dinner with them.Then took a drive to Fullerton Hotel and walked around One Fullerton area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....did not get to see,hear or talk to her these couple of days.She's sleeping throughout and going out with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm...maybe she have some problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm assuming again.Oh well.Missing someone makes you grow up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to bed now.I guess.In my boxers and shirt.Kinda tired.Good night world.It looks as if it's going to rain soon.The sky looks kinda bright,strong winds,thunder.Nice weather to sleep.&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/12908205-113000576812295550?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/113000576812295550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>16-10-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow!My mum suddenly woke me up at around 9am yesterday.She shook me vigorously and i was shocked as to what is happening.I thought that maybe a fire had occured or i'm late for tuition or something.This really spoils my day.What's more is that while waiting for the toilet to be vacant,i was trying to sleep on my parents bed.Then they were like quarelling across the room.I was like still lying on the bed cause i was tired...but i was like "why do they have to quarrel early in the morning?".Reason for waking up so early was:we had to move my late grandfather's place or i don't know what you call it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then later,things went well.My parents patched things up.And my mum was fine with me and even joked around with me.However..things changed when we were back home and i told my mum that i was going out to study later.Her mood and expression totally changed.She had a stoned look and did not answer me other than saying she does not care.She did not even looked at me.So i went back in my room and asked her nicely in intervals.It did not work out.I stopped asking when she went to her room to take a nap.I did not want to pester her or disturb her nap.Then i waited for my dad to return from sending my sister to her friend's house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He gave me a little $ and the permission to go.I really appreciated him for that.Actually....i have always appreciated him though i do not really show it.Some say that i can't express myself.Or show that i actually care or concern for people.I DO,except it's kept in my heart.I know how to express myself....except that i don't do it.So don't mind me and forgive me for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I agitated her again yesterday.Man...to see her like that pains me.I know she feels hurt too.And it's also killing me to feel that.I knew that apologising or doing anything at all would not really help,since action speaks louder than words.And she was also not answering me.So i just stayed close to her.Somewhere close where i can see her.She cares so much for me.I can see that.She actually wants things to be fine with my parents.I love her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now...i must mature in thinking and also the way i act.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I believe so strongly in you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Can somebody answer me the question why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't miss your water til the well runs dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sit back while reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There may be sad and painful times along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;For I know this love between us is growing stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can call me whenever from wherever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Through all the stormy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Us break up never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112944139181143367?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112944139181143367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112944139181143367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112944139181143367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112944139181143367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/10/16-10-05sun.html' title='16-10-05(Sun)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112878751049603929</id><published>2005-10-08T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:05:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15-10-05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no...it's the start of October already!Damn!A lot of things happening.Some positive ones...and also some negative ones.Man....why must we have all our problems popping up at around this period?But well...it's just part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...today was great!Well....i went to the math remedial like 45 minutes late.Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after which went to Junction 8 with Cedric,Bryan and Ronald who joined us later.Haha...had a lot of laughter.Joke,messed,played around nearly the whole time.Actually...it's like the whole day.But it's sad that i had to leave for my tuition at 1.30pm.However...as usual,i went like 20 minutes late.After my tuition,which is suprisingly kinda short today,i called up and found out that they were at Sembawang.Man...i had to travel down to Sembawang by myself from Bishan.And i reached there at about 4pm.Went there to finish somemore homework.I left like at around 7 pm for my tuition at Bishan.I was like 30 minutes late.Haha...forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earphones for ipod are like borrowed by my chinese teacher.And i think he's only going to return it tomorrow afternoon.I ended this tuition at 8.30 and had to leave without music playing through my head.Kinda weird feeling.Felt like something was missing....then i walked past my house only to find nobody at home.So i took a train back Sembawang again.Haha....to join them.I was on the train with nothing better to do since it's my first or maybe second time without my ipod with me.But this time only that i don't have the headphones so i can't really play anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to stay over at Cedric's place.Coz it's already 10.30pm and i'm still outside.So i made an excuse of forgetting to bring out my keys.Haha....however when i called up my mum,she disallows me from staying at his house.Man.Damn!She wanted me to like stay at his place until she comes back to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?To all people....peace.Do not use violence to solve problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....i love her!And i want her to know that.&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/12908205-112878751049603929?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112878751049603929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112878751049603929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112878751049603929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112878751049603929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/10/15-10-05.html' title='15-10-05'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112758254884696665</id><published>2005-09-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:36:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24-9-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wooo......!Today is like the day for celebrating my birthday.After my oral examinations for my class in school,went to kovan's one niner to play LAN.Although i played for like maybe an hour?It was as though i was not even playing.I died so many times.No help from anyone.Only a little from Bryan.Best if Luke help me.We delayed Ronald from reaching his guitar class on time,so we took a cab down to Plaza Singapura.Then Adi,Shanmugan,Bryan,Luke and me went to Burger King to eat while waiting for the rest.When we met up with Ronald and Cedric,we went to buy tickets for The Brothers Grimm.But when the girls arrvied,turns out that they don't want to watch that.Wanted to change movie or refund.But in the end decided to stick to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bought 10 tickets by accident.No wonder i was missing some money.I spend 50 bucks out of my $125 after i bought the tickets and things earlier on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the movie,wanted to eat at the Pizza Hut at PS,but it was full.Man...nearly everywhere was packed.So we went down to Orchard to check out what's available there.But Adi had to leave before we made our way to Orchard.He had something important going on.Reached Orchard,went to Ngee Ann City cause Ronald told us to check out Seoul Gardens.However cause we thought it was too expensive.So went to Heeren,then Cineleisure.Still could not decide.Finally went to eat at some unknown cafe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine and Priscilla both went for ear piercing today after eating.Man...can tell that it hurts.I really wanted to take away the pain from Jas.But i knew that i could not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the whole.I feel that today was great.If not for the fact that plans on eating is totally messed up,everyone was so frustrated,sorry.And also that my mum had to scold and nag and me twice over the phone.And i only spoke to her on the phone thrice.Fucking fed up over this matter with my mum.Damn....she ruined my day.Was like so pissed.But i'm alright already.It is after all my birthday celebration with my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt that today was great cause i got to spend time with her.She means a lot to me.Without her there would not be things which i have right now.And i would not be who i am today.There would not be wonderful memories which i hold.I would not feel that i am special.I would not feel that there is someone who actually is there and cares for me.I would feel what it is to be alive if not for her.Her eyes sees right through me.I won't leave her to go to anywhere.And i will be there for her even in darkness,looking over her shoulders,she can find me there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Never be replaced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Baby,i love you and i'll never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I’ll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Until(until)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the end(the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(of time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rom the day I met you I knew we'd be together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanna marry you and I wanna have your kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thinking never compared to the feeling of your kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I can say I’m truly happy to this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You made think I died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I live my life everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There’s never been a doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That I regret ever having you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel for you,yes,I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Be with you as long as you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112758254884696665?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112758254884696665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112758254884696665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112758254884696665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112758254884696665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/09/24-9-05sat.html' title='24-9-05(Sat)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112740524612898546</id><published>2005-09-22T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:09:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22-9-05(Thur)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wooooo!4 more days to my birthday.Which also means 4 days closer to the final year exams.Shit.And i am still slacking.I also have cancelled my tuition on Saturday.I wonder what suprises are coming up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok...Benedict and i are like talking now.No more war.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Harry...it's your birthday.Go Harry...it's your birthday.I'm going to go out in my birthday suite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally....plans are made for this Saturday unlike usual.It's better this way.After oral exams on Saturday in school.We are like going to play LAN.Again.Dota.It's pretty cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm like the youngest in the group i hang around with.All of their birthday have passed except mine.Man...and my birthday has to clash with tests.Bummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do i get the feeling that she is drifting away from me?Maybe i'm just being a paranoid again.Haha.During this period,people tends to think too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm like the boy of destruction.Coz today while playing soccer at the badminton court,i hit the window of a 2nd storey unit.Luckily no one was at home.Then i kicked the ball that it hit the trees,a lamp post.And i can't remember what else.Man...haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our Lives"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of a better life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divided by fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've gotta believe that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eah, there's a reason we're here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the truth all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our faith can be broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And our hands can be bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With nothing to stop us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it not worth the risk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, is it not worth the risk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112740524612898546?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112740524612898546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112740524612898546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today...i went to school without applying anything on my hair,and then Ronald said it was weird...so in the end still applied.Hahahaha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn...i realised that Monday always sucks.Hmmm....til recess,it was kinda alright.But during recess...what the hell man?Benedict.It really pisses me off...it's like last time again.I was like walking back...then he was walking in the opposite direction,he purposely stuck out his shoulder to hit my fucking chest.On Saturday...when he was leaving the food court at Plaza Singapura coz there was no space,he actually punched my stomach for no reason.What the fuck?Of course it would hurt like fuck.Damn it!Then after recess...started to quarrel with each other again.Insulted each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then he was like acting so childishly by not letting Cedric move to the back to help me during math.And actually asked for Cedric's math homework...maybe coz he did not want to let me copy and thus no able to pass up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halfway through the second half of school,i found out that he wanted to leave hanging around with us and going to ignore us from now on.Man...fine.I think it's better to leave things to cool down and settle first.I'm ok.Not angry or anything.I don't wanna fight with anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's my fault?I think.I guess.I don't know.If it's my fault....tell me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a fucking loser.Hey....i know people do care about me,i won't and will never forget that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weakest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no peaceful for passing of this new sickness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I have introduced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone around me saying that I'm the cause of all their crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when they're drunk I pour the wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets leave this place and say that we escaped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll say that there's no difference between right and wrong tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll leave no trace of plans that we have made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they can't find us and take what is ours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112712139507783416?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112712139507783416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112712139507783416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112712139507783416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112712139507783416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/09/19-9-05mon.html' title='19-9-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112695873884702581</id><published>2005-09-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:05:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17-9-05(Sat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haha....i watched Longest Yard for the second time again.Today was the second time watching it again.Man...just cause there is no other suitable movie at that time and the rest has not watched,so i had to accompany them to watch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aw man...it's been like another 3 days since i last met her again.This sucks.She has "tuition" so is really busy these few days.Actually,she's having rehearsals held by her tuition as an emcee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did not really enjoy myself today.Did nothing much.Other than playing lan in the morning,was like playing DOTA for the first time.But a thing that is different is that Luke was with us today.Prada!Haha.However,Benedict had to reach home by 4pm.So yeah.Shirley also left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe cause i am missing her that's why i'm not really in the mood to do things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess it's back to the stage where my mum is angry at me and not wanting to talk to me again.What the hell?I can't go anywhere or what?At least i have been coming back home early from school since Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm...the moon today is like so yellow and round.Looking out the window makes me think of her.Oh yeah.It's like lantern festival tomorrow.Wonder where my family will be going.And i don't know whether i should join Cedric's tuition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112695873884702581?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112654358193853727</id><published>2005-09-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:46:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-9-05(Mon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Man...i start off the start of the reopening of school by being high.Everything that came out of my mouth in the morning was crap,bullshit and nonsense.Woo!Stupidity is in the minds of students like me.Was like laughing silly til recess ended.Started to get back all of our papers.As each test paper was received..i was getting more and more depressed.Feeling very down.Damn!I actually got 1/25 for Social Studies!It's like 4/100!And i think if i'm not wrong,i have already failed like 5 subjects.Aw man...if my parents were to find out,they would shoot up to the ceiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then went all the way to yishun to meet up with her.But we don't know what happened to Ben,he was like so messed up.I think he is going through a period of insecurity.He don't know who his true friends are.His results are bad and wants to give up soon.Which he should not.I am even worse than him,even during the start of the year.I think he is too stressed up with something.He sure can pass and be promoted to Sec 4 Express next year,if only he puts his mind to it and not slack,joke around,not caring about anything.Spent the whole day trying to persuade him to talk to Shirley.Had to actaully play hide and seek with him.Man...and what's more is that it's raining,all of us were getting wet.Oh well....need to give him some time to think over what we all told him.Hopes he does gets it through his mind.It's kinda like him having spilt personalility.Having not to care about anything and just be pissed off,giving up on himself or the world.Well...like always,Ronald is the counsellor and giving all the advice.What would it be without him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm.....i'm wondering where is she now?I can't get to hear her voice for yet another day.I did not even receive an sms from her.Maybe she's busy with her homework again,that's why she told me she can't chat.Oh well...my heart's with her.Pieces of shit can be used as fertilizers to grow plants or flowers like Jasmine flowers.Sunflowers.Roses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah.Thanks Cedric too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha....i remembered that i am suppose to cut my hair,especially the back.Oh well....i'm not going to apply anything on my hair tomorrow.Maybe i can get past Mr Pang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112654358193853727?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112654358193853727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112654358193853727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112654358193853727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112654358193853727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/2005/09/12-9-05mon.html' title='12-9-05(Mon)'/><author><name>harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052006319168708201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112609752868194371</id><published>2005-09-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:03:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-9-05(Wed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alrite!It's Thursday tomorrow!I can finally meet her in person again.It's been like 5 days since i last saw her.Miss her so much.If not for talking to her on the phone,hearing her beautiful voice and vocals,i would have just stayed at home and rot away til Thursday without being able to sleep,eat or drink properly.The first thing i'm going to do when i meet her after my Geography remedial is that i'm going to give her a huge hug and feel like never going to let go.I miss her so.I miss her face.Her cute sensitive nose.Her hair.Her eyes which shoots me everytime she looks at me.And her baby fingers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i on her mind?Does she think of me?Does she dream of me when she in her sleep?Does she miss me?Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is her.I can't feel my heart,everytime she leaves my side,I just fall apart.And when she's fast asleep i wonder where she goes.When she leaves,there's a part of me that just wants to follow her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today?Well...feeling kinda empty now that half the holidays is nearly gone and have not spent time with her.But like yesterday,went with Cedric,Ronald and Bryan,except that yesterday Bryan was not with us.We tried doing our HW again at Bishan J8 Macdonald's.Laughed and crapped around a lot there.Then went to Bishan Park again to play soccer,and first time playing frisbee together.Haha....halfway through soccer,Ronald seemed shocked.Turns out that it was because of a group of Golden Retrievers owned by an old uncle.Woo!Golden Retrievers.We stopped and started playing with them.All the way til 7pm.Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm....is she like thinking of someone else?Wait..i think i'm just being paranoid,like what people says.Cheese out.Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112609752868194371?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aw man.My mother's nightmare of scoring only 36/100 for this recent math paper came through.My father told me about this nightmare she had when i was at school on Thursday and he was still at home.She was suddenly just jumped out of sleep and told my father about this nightmare she had.Man...maybe its just a coincidence,or maybe my mother can see the future or something.Coz the next day,which is a Friday,i got back my math paper,and guess what?I got 9/25,which means comverting it to /100.It would be 36/100!Man...i've really disappointed my parents.About a month from the end year exams.I must pass and move on to Secondary 4 Express.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha...on Friday.My mother gave me only $1 for my daily allowance.If not for my friends.I could not have a proper day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday.Which is a Saturday.Had to wake up at 7am to get ready to go to Sentosa with her friends and her.I was the only guy.But nah...it's not weird.She have very friendly "family members".Haha.All was caught in the rain.Ran to the nearby stall to get shelter and to wait for the rain to stop.I met Jian En while waiting for the rain to stop.LOL.I guess he was with his friends playing beach volleyball.After bathing,all decided to go to town.So went to Plaza Singapura to have our lunch at Pastamania.Then i met up with Cedric,Bryan and Ronald,after her friends and her went to somewhere else.Walked around,ended up in the shops at Hotel Meridien.Sat down.Coz Cedric and Bryan said they were hungry.But then did not feel like eating.Ronald persuaded them until they both ate.After that met up with her at Park Mall.Sorry to keep you waiting.We all went to Peninsula Plaza to just look around at things.After that,all went home.I was also like so tired that i slept in the car when my father was going to pick my sister and mother up to go for dinner.Then reached home only at 12am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112580987511442408?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112580987511442408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112580987511442408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112580987511442408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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always filled with problems.Everyone is sure to have his or her own problems or complications.It can both be small and big.This is just my comments.Whoever reading can choose not to read or listen to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedric is getting over the fact that his sister has just gone overseas again.And he is in a breakdown.One,due to the fact that he's sister who is so close to him is gone abroad again.And of course also due to other reasons.Don't hate your father just because he is unreasonable and feels like he's drifting away from you all.Without him or your mother,there would be no you.It's been 15 years since you just came into this world after being in your mother's womb for 9 months or so.So...just withstand your father and try having proper conversations with him.And not just because he says something which you feel is not right and a quarrel occurs.If he does not love you at all.Then why does he even care about you and bother you about your studies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald.The one who is always smiling and cheerful.Not worrying about stuffs.Happy birthday!C'mon.It's your birthday today.Although i don't know why did your parents quarrel.All i can say is talk to me if you have anything to say at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan?Hey....something's up with him.I know he's heartbroken and having some family problems too.But it's like he's being so negative recently.His nick has got to do with hurt.Depression and stuffs.But he claims that he is fine.Hmmmm...well.Speak up.Don't injure or hurt people by hitting them or stuffs like that.Like hitting Ronald.And by not caring about their feelings.You can talk to me if you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try singing.Sing your heart and lungs out.It helps me.Maybe it can help any people not feeling too good?I can also lend you a listening ear.But i'm dumb.So.Yeah.Don't mind me if i say or give stupid suggestions.Or maybe not understanding what you are talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112524389306478212?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112524389306478212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>28-8-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice Me: (Really nice and slow jam.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh I wanna let you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'll always love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometime I think about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything that we've been through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I pray that you would jus open your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please don't throw our love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the day you and I snuck away to be alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew from that night something special went on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It must have been the first kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You told me that no one else in the world made you feel this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt the same way too but nothing stays the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry for the tears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry for the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were the one that always made things right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise you this though you got a friend for life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe one day we can try it again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And maybe things can be a little different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So lets jus kiss and say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz I really cant stand the pain of seeing you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everythingI loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that's mine is yours that's what I said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treat you with love and respect in everyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wanted I gave you need me I was there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you treat like if I'm not here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you and I need you don't wanna let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want somebody else please let me know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't take it no more I feel in dying inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the price I pay for handing you my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I'm not prefect but I truly cared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o when you wake up one morning and I'm not there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jus remember I loved you it will never be the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave you everything and you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everythingI loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you my good and my bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart and my soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My trust my money my time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What more can you ask from a man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even when times are hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I held out my arms and held you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even excepted you though whatever weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now I feel it we're at the end of the rope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever we had now I gotta let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To cover my tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing I could replace all those wasted years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of loving someone who couldn't love me back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now again I gotta start from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know I've given you my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've given everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112520295932777196?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112520295932777196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>28-8-05(Sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm....80 years down the road?I wonder where will i be.Everything will be so modernized.Maybe names will be like Sean P. Diddy Comb's which he changes from Puff Daddy to P. Diddy.Then now to Diddy.What is he going to change to next?He's name is like getting shorter.Maybe he will just be called P.Or it could get longer and longer like Rose Evans Church Alexis Green.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i know that love would still exist.The deep,tender,ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people will have that special someone whom they can share in everything.Where life before was cold,cold and empty.But everytime they see each other.They're reminded of what it means to be alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All for each other,they make each other want to try.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all for each other,they will give each other everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is always filled with suprises.It only depends on how do you look at it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that it didn't hurt me when you walked away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but to tell you the truth I can't find my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and deep inside me I feel like I'm dying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You live because of memories.When you die.All the money in the world.The power.The looks.Does not matter anymore.You can't take them with you.The only thing you can take with you is only memories.Be it happy or sad memories.And where at your deathbed,you can tell yourself that you have lived.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always be positive about life.You won't feel like you have given up on the world or vice versa.Why give up on things?Obstacles and fights are needed to seek happiness or whatever you are looking for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today(Saturday) has got to be the best day of this whole week.Or else it's like the whole week is taken up by tests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of the year may seem 2-3 months away.But it is a really short time.I need to improve.And then have lots of fun at the end of the year.Which also means that it is the moment of truth as to whether my father is moving or not.But i must never leave Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to have 2 tuition today.First time having 2 tuition in one day.1-3pm and 5-7pm.I'm going to learn and absorb as much of the things taught.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112517008110339749?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/4139/cimg0725rl1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12908205.post-112504848704010032</id><published>2005-08-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:28:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26-8-05(Fri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hope that i would not fail my overall tests results.I wonder how i am suppose to show my parents a result slip with more than 4 failures.I'm really going to study hard from now.At least i do not have the slackiness mood in me that often anymore.After the holidays coming up,there would only be 3 &amp; a half weeks of school before the final year exams.Math?Aw man...my worst.Need to pass it to go to polytechnic.I must not retain at all!I must move on to 4 Express next year.Nearly all my close friends wants me to pass everything and not give up.Alrite!I'd better not fail all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was feeling kinda tired and felt as if something was missing today.Benedict says so too.Haha.Well....maybe because it's the exams period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful Mistake is such a great band.Yeah!My Reminder.Its like my theme song which i listen to in good and bad times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Harrison gets high tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must confess, I'm a real live wire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harrison you and me we get along a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harrison gets high tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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will have difficulty going out,and stying out after school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...today.Damn!Our form teacher,TML,threw out all the books in the cupboard.It was nearly the whole class's books inside.We did not want to bring home our books.So we pretended to take our books out.And left it outside the toilet beside our class which was not in use.But someone saboed us.And in the end,Ben,Adi,Ronald,Cedric and I left the books at Bryan's house.Then Ben left coz of tuition.Ronald left soon after since he's parents are here.So the rest stayed til about 6pm.We went to the petrol kiosk to buy some stuffs.For me is Halls of course.Hahaa..nice black pepper chicken puff huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we have not been going to shopping malls and such for these few weeks already.Have always been Bryan's house.I think after the tests.We should really hang around somewhere else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....still wondering who is anon?Maybe...i don't know.Hahaa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12908205-112479962596919425?l=existentialismday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existentialismday.blogspot.com/feeds/112479962596919425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12908205&amp;postID=112479962596919425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12908205/posts/default/112479962596919425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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