<?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-29519691</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:53.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading helter skelter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-3228918970066476635</id><published>2007-05-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:20:05.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well hullo everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been far too long since i last checked in here to scribble a few lines about my entertainingly boring life.. feeling quite bored and sleepless now, so i thought ohwhattheheck and decided to come back here after a good span of,..... a good 3 months at least?? now THATS what i call a hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rolling months have been absolutely dreadful, with school to go to and appointments to keep and promises to fulfill and tests to slaughter. the single only thing that has kept me going on since the start of this term was that the saving redemption of the june holidays were coming... and of course along with that the numerous random mini- holidays that pitted term 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as of where i last stopped blogging, many things have changed. shifted from vjc to acjc, although now, in hindsight, i AM kinda quite regretting that decision to be a smart ass and dictate what i thought was right at that time and just stay put in vj, and of course, i do miss vj alot. the class, the band. sigh. been blaming myself quite a bit lately for the depression all this episode had cause this few months. shouldn't have went to that party that day, shouldn't have called ---.. should have sucked it in and stick through the two years, should have listened closer to the yelling of my heart to stay put.. and on and on.. never a shortage of childing for myself. i still do not know if what i did was the right choice at all, i really don't.. but i'm certain that ac is not a bad school either. met many new people and i'm fine in school. and things went in ways that it would not have gone if i stayed in vj.. but whatever it is, i know that if it was the wrong choice,  i'm paying the price for not listening to divine advice earlier this year. oh how i tend to make drastically wrong decisions that make my life difficult. take another example, changed from a band boy to a tracker and fencer. not very smart a decision, but it was governed by my want to try something new.. we shall see what that brings in time to come, but currently? all its bringing is sore muscles and bs and cs for tests. oh btw, i failed both my lit tests for the term.. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i went for the vjcsb concert yesterday, majestia xxii. it was not too bad, loved their spastacus. never knew it matured into a smashing good piece! btw, vjc got gold with honours for their syf and are playing in the presentation night.. hope to get tix. AND, great job guys for the concert and syf. so i was sitting there with aaron darren yirui and melly, and i was thinking to myself, damn, i could have been there playing.. i practiced this piece too, and ended up leaving. what followed was the pattern of thought simillar to the paragraph above.. but hey, least i got to see many familliar faces and say hi/ talk to people that i haven't seen in months.. mieo ting, christina, mark, eric, shushan, matthew etc etc... been too long. well, at least i've got the invitation now to come back more to say hi. you guys will be seeing more of me soon then. =) haha.. OH, and i said hi to lao shi too... she was happy to see me. and she missed me. AHAHAHAHA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert ended at 10ish, and i was supposed to go to gabrina eden and jean's party at ariel's place. for one, i did not know who ariel was, and where her house was. haha.. they called me to bring friends, so i asked ian along, who couldn't make it cause his mom said no.. haha its fine dude! BUT, seeing that my parents were out, and i was too lazy to take a bus right up to the west, and i didn't have money for a cab, and the party consisted of people that i didn't even know! and that pak kee also couldn't make it cause his parent's said no, i went for supper with darren yirui aaron melly lima and her friend benjamin instead. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the coffee club at siglap, where i had by DINNER, at 11ish mind you all, while they had their slices of sinful cheesecake and mudpies.. ok, so i did have myself a lovely cheesecake after dinner too, but hey lets face it. i'm skin and bones. haha. we caught up, talked about first 3 months, JLKF and his bloody gay antics, and laughed and laughed. right, actually aaron did most of the laughing.. or cackling if you might so call it that.. it was really fun. a great way to end my term i must say! kinda poetic i thought.. i started the term leaving a new beginning behind to trace back my roots, leaving behind my new "old" friends and band life in the process, and ended it with a reunion with old friends and the band again. it came full circle. kinda thematic. like LOST, which, was a spectacular season finale last thursday. can't wait for season 4. so yea, my term ended nicely and i got the invitations to come back more often again! =D yay i will i will lima! after that yirui and melly sent me home in their cab before headed homeward bound. thanks you two! and i walked home thereafter, a happier dude, who found his soul again that day, into the moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THUS, the holidays begin. one month of rest. one month of serious kick ass freak mugging. one month of play. one month of party. one month of friends. really hope i'll do well in the terms... gotta work towards that.. haven't really been walking alongside with God these few months i gotta admit.. plan to take this holidays to find myself again, and to come back to the right path.. i really hope he does his magic in me again these two years. its not so much about the proving that one can do well and yet still be able to play and be whacky, its more about the SELF KNOWLEDGE AND SATISFACTION that you've got BALANCE, and can be a really FUNKY NERD, while the rest settles for the latter of the capitalized words alone. yupp. thats my goals folks. the race is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua is back...&lt;br /&gt;but sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;cheers world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-3228918970066476635?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3228918970066476635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=3228918970066476635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/3228918970066476635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/3228918970066476635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-hullo-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-2862067159113969934</id><published>2007-03-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:35:37.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, apologies for the lack of updates as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Laptop crashed due to silly brothers and messed up hard drive space or summat along that sort.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, as that little sad piece of information would have implied, i have been pretty distant from this little world we so poignantly call THE WORLD, but, still surviving. Thank the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the days have been rolling, and i am sure it would be rather pleasing to some to know that i, have been rolling around with this huge mess we call days down a pretty steep slope as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Been home late most of the week, due to confounded journeys, joined up two pretty gruelling ccas for the fun of "change", and being shamelessly labelled by people, FRIENDS included as a snob, and a model example. for one, isn't it amazing how insanely perfect my life is? and for two, God i hate being looked and scrutinised at and expected to do things that sometimes might not even agree with me but unfortunatly have to be done for namesake, and for three, its not good to judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnessihatethisspacebar.. fridaywasgreat.metupwiththeguysbackinfairfield,headedfordinner!&lt;br /&gt;haha..goodnessimisseveryone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-2862067159113969934?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2862067159113969934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=2862067159113969934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/2862067159113969934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/2862067159113969934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-all-apologies-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-1767207752510898870</id><published>2007-03-10T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:27:27.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the deal with these few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally left VJ to join in the ranks of fellow ACSians. God it still really has not sunken in yet, and being in a totally new environment again makes things feel even more surreal, not that it hasn't been as surreal enough as before, but everything else in this moment feels very airy like, as if taken half out of a sweet storybook and a particularly bad nightmare, or as Rachel in friends would call it, "the world's worst hangover." Well, i am particularly thankful for the fact that at least even though things around me are changing again, I am in a place filled with a certain familiarity and nostalgia, and that in its sense definatly comforts me. It, however is darn sad to know that not most of the fairsian population would be joining us in AC. I came to AC dreaming that there would be an influx of fairsians, something much resembling that of what miss lim said not too long ago about most of 4D 4E and 4F making it there, not saying that the other classes are not very much liked to be seen there of course! but you guys know.. the social stigmas and all, expects us to be were we are expected to be. That being said, sometimes don't you just wish that sucessful education here wouldn't be that much of a social dogma than it already is. Sure it does do us good in the long run, it does help the country flourish at the end of the day, but to what extent and cost does that bring to the poor little children that are constantly labeled and categorized according their intelligences to different compartments in the education drawer? Hmm i don't know.. i'm just for having a fine education and a balanced lifestyle.. and by fine i do not mean tuition at the age of 7. THAT is just gross.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did i say before that i was going to miss VJC?? OH YES. gonna miss VJC alot i guess.. actually, the only thing that i really really miss alot is the class. Yes the very wonderful class that i was blessed to have. 07s33! well, to all s33ers who do come by here once in a while, i must really say that we were easily the most rockin class in the entire batch! we definatly did show everyone else what havin fun in school meant, and though most of us have left to go to other places of our own choices, what's most important is the memories that we all had, and of course, the ending, where we will all meet again. I quote T.S. Elliot, ..."And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time..." I'll see you guys when i'll next see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting on the Slacksville sign right now. Due to the full swing of the orientation, i decided to take a long break myself, before real work starts over the hols! Hopefully the time i gave myself to recover after the long recovery after the december hols was not too long, but not too short! Next week's gonna be a very busy week....&lt;br /&gt;OH and do make it for chapelthon all you fairsians out there! next tuesday, dunno what time to 10 pm.. 630 i think?? hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm really lookin forward to next month! cause come next month next year, both jacq and i would be steppin into new theatre grounds! Ian and i can then talk about the road trips and them drinks we'll get! Elis can finally bug me to get her that cocktail! I will drag Nat into a club and remove her "good girl" sign! hahaha! lookin forward to the much delayed april baby celebrations! don't we all rock? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm getting tired.. you guys have a wonderful holiday ahead!&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-1767207752510898870?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1767207752510898870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=1767207752510898870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/1767207752510898870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/1767207752510898870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-deal-with-these-few-days-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-3952340229069084157</id><published>2007-02-25T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:23:21.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been quite a while since i've blogged,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for some very peculiar and unknown reasons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have a very good excuse as to why such a freak phenomenon is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last post was 3 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats why backward, if you would ask any blogger out here in these vast plains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its long enough to make foot squished grape juice into wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How horrid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, I must definatly say that this year has been very faux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea what the word faux means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just came so as fitting for the sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, whether or not faux is appropriate for the sentence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year so far, in all the shortness of the quick 2 plus plus months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has been rather stale for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a more colloquial way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year damn sian leh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many things have been weighing on my mind since the first day of school begun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and though i'm still in the midst of piecing together events to eventually form a good enough thesis and structure about what the hell these 2 plus plus months have been about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say i do feel a sense of displacement as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall thus explain myself one final time to everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and anything pertaining to this matter henceforth from today on would probably be taken in with the showy length of my middle finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have decided, after 6 days of very terrible and horrid headaches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to finally go to ACJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know for most, this would be received with a wide bug eyed stare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;complimented with thoughts of "this guy is crazy" and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe "traitor traitor!!" from the victorian side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bugger, this is even harder to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actully having a hard time explaining to people that i meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just that ACJC feels correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been to AC a few times already, and everytime i walk through those gates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something inside me feels correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that VJ is not correct or anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...... ahhh hell abndsivgbiab....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. in short, its my perogative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH P.S. Pool anyone?? hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-3952340229069084157?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3952340229069084157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=3952340229069084157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/3952340229069084157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/3952340229069084157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-quite-while-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-117112900475745776</id><published>2007-02-10T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:36:44.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lord Blessed me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the LORD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;torn between two places.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my heart is set on one,&lt;br /&gt;but is it the right choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need His Guidance one more time...&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-117112900475745776?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/117112900475745776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=117112900475745776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117112900475745776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117112900475745776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/02/lord-blessed-me-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-117077001154291056</id><published>2007-02-06T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:53:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its finally tuesday.. and that does not bode well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no no no no no......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more days to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats good in a way that we'll get to see everyone again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But darn sucky in THAT way that we would have to face up to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm darn worried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On one hand there's a possibility that dreams would be realised and happiness would prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on the other its a really really bad nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit happens, but still there's always a silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Egad! its so "on-the-fence"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there's the decision whether to go AC or to stay in VJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VJ might be a very good school, with a superb culture, and i have a really swell class.. but i dunno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it worth it to feel "discontented" and unsettled in a school even if its good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other hand, AC would be just like home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll feel more comfortable, have old friends, seniors, new friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Culture's pretty much on par with fairfield, something that i WOULD be happy with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know... i'm pretty torn between both schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people at VJ give me the "WHAT??" stare when i mention AC..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, they seem to have the wrong perception somehow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my lit teacher when she was way younger, at our age,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like some alien that landed on some different planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trouble is, she had friends of the same kind of schools to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm.. kinda splat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. i have no idea what this friday would be like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall just try to be calm and composed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-117077001154291056?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/117077001154291056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=117077001154291056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117077001154291056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117077001154291056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-allits-finally-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-117001092958233528</id><published>2007-01-28T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:02:09.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, behold!&lt;br /&gt;I am still wide awake! the clock beside my bed says: 2:38.&lt;br /&gt;God i'm so gonna have a very heavy eyelid tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just done with the movie closer.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its got Jude Law in it. No i'm not obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;Quite confusing i must say? Din't really grab on much. Quite Lit-ty i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;So, what has happened in the discreet, almost mundane life of Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much these few days.. stayed in the loft most of the time to get tutorials done.&lt;br /&gt;Muse, Pen, Scratch the paper. Yada Yada Yada. The same thing as two years before;&lt;br /&gt;Though, i must swear the feeling two years before was different. It was New.&lt;br /&gt;Well hell, one year ago it felt, Apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;It actually felt, The Same yesterday when i did it.. God i need a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm just kidding actually. Things like that are not meant to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;They are meant to be Given.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the main highlight probably for the day was that i managed finally to get a neo-casual balzer for any so occasion that might pop up unexpectedly anytime in the year.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it went quite well with the wardrobe, though i did doubt it quite a bit at first.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know, the usual cynical, dubious joshua. hasn't changed much now hasn't he?&lt;br /&gt;You know, as we hit the third, or was it fourth? or fifth for that matter week of the year,&lt;br /&gt;two things get very clear to you. The first one would be, God, where the hell are all my old friends? and the next would be, why the hell do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;You see, not meaning to be rude or to hurt anybody's feelings or anything, but really, what does it take to get a little appreciation these days?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i'm talking about this in a very subjective way here. In general, let me ask you frolics of the general populace, have you ever had that feeling where you just felt you were so under appreciated that, even a whale could have felt that hurt? that one where its pretty much not about getting the thanks, but its just not a blithering right feeling about it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean like bollocks! sure we don't mind doing things and all, and we really don't mind not getting the thanks. But to that level?? i mean don't get me wrong, i'm not aiming at anybody here, but shut the frack up! haha.. its just absurd don't you think??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i just had THAT feeling.... for whatever the hell reasons i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And NO its not anyway connected to the past all you past linkers.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a sudden moment. THAT was the main point for all you who missed it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all had it too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... i'm sure i'll do well for stream of conciousness.. or was it what that's called?&lt;br /&gt;yea i learn well from my lit class.. haha.. its this poem where all it talks about is the poet's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Very Random.&lt;br /&gt;Might have acheived that today.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i want to play pool. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, to answer the previous thought questions about where my old friends were?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i sorry.. wrong use of grammer.. where my FRIENDS still ARE?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, they're right beside me. Always.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-117001092958233528?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/117001092958233528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=117001092958233528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117001092958233528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/117001092958233528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-behold-i-am-still-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116973936826924982</id><published>2007-01-25T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:36:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Six was a plenty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Three would be scarcity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If One were once to tarry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then We wouldn't been so weary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something happened that very day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One's matter in which I would have never a say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no; One would never never tarry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so left me torn, tattered, and weary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;greetings all citizens of earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i'm back! after an exceptionally LONG hiatus from this job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, quick update on life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's been really great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starting to enjoy it bit by bit as each day passes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully i'll be settled good enough to prevent myself from being tossled later by the blustery winds of the south.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made some new friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mostly from my class, and i must say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i were to stay on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'll end up havin quite a bit of fun... heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i MISS all you guys out there terribly, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been seeing pockets of fairsians hither and tither,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either for lunch, dinner, pool, movies or class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, i have a very quaint feeling within me now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that eagerness to see all you guys again during the results day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, call me morbid... but hey, come to my situation and i'll bet my bottom dollar you'll be thirsting to see, hear and smell fairsians too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised i haven't done a sum up of 2006 last year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partially due to the fact that i was outside enjoying the festivities with the bubbly festivity gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.. of which i also do have photos of, but tragically all in film,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to the fact that i've been playing around with my uncle's film SLR;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, until i find some way to get the film into the comp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, we'll have to keep it as thats that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the summation of 2006, in a few words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That goes without saying...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FSB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The GOOD, the bad, the crazy, the bitchy and the downright unpleasant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canteen Crazies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Well... we had fun no?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiang Mai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Always will be in my heart. Loved every moment spent there with everyone. Seconds anyone?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13th April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(YAY JACQ!!! That day, we turned 16! and you grew shorter! i meant TALLER!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Bright New World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Was more like a cam whore session.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prelims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Been there, done those...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VJ failed DSA =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Well, that was a Good expierience... really..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Ho's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Joa's Fave Day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18th Sept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To that dear friend, hope you did enjoy yourself then. Thank you for being such a dear friend.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23rd Sept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To this other dear thing with the birthday celebrated in Four parts, Thank you too..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you two better be happy!! i could only rmb these 2 vividly due to their quite big scale planning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn @ Fairfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Most vivid creature: CARISSA HONG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queensway Library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Crazy eating sessions.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Many people... many memories..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NewYork NewYork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mel and JY's erm... beards?? Ian and Mel's LAUGHTER... my word....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16th November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The sweetest day of the YEAR)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class Chalet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Whoo yea!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Truely beautiful, wonderfully awe inspiring.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Lets do it again this year you people!! 11 more months!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This year too... haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeaaa.... thats it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm racking my brain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't seem to think of any other BIG, MAJOR things events any other than those mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO thats IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TA DA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006 in Words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116973936826924982?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116973936826924982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116973936826924982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116973936826924982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116973936826924982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-six-was-plentythen-three-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116806485695350353</id><published>2007-01-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:27:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like i was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Well, continuing from the previous post,&lt;br /&gt;I took whatever everyone had to say, and thought bout it,&lt;br /&gt;And prayed, of course, for guidance and help.&lt;br /&gt;And Lo and Behold! the second and third day wasn't so bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i did have a tad bit of fun, and i'm definatly lookin forward to the proper lessons and such.&lt;br /&gt;Met my class yesterday. They seem like a nice bunch.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway, got a chance to go back to Fairfield yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS, i was ELATED! HAPPY! JOYOUS!&lt;br /&gt;never thought i could be so happy seeing old faces again!&lt;br /&gt;haha, lookin forward to every back to school visits and outings more now!&lt;br /&gt;Juniors, please listen to your dear seniors! CHERISH FAIRFIELD!&lt;br /&gt;haha yep, anyway, i'll have to pop now..&lt;br /&gt;some event happenin at hiag's gals to collect some cash.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.. till then folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. THANK YOU ALL WHO TALKED SENSE INTO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116806485695350353?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116806485695350353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116806485695350353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116806485695350353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116806485695350353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/looks-like-i-was-wrong-terribly-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116784053285210900</id><published>2007-01-03T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:08:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first day of school after a long, long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was quite difficult for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never had imagined that i would have that much difficulties on the first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The school that i had dreamt about for four whole years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me down on the very first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.. maybe it was the atmosphere? culture change? people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i never felt that silent before in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to a new school with different people alone is difficult,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i concluded today as i skipped across the raod back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got home, thought about how stupid i was to have thought that i can do this alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total madness, i tell myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great, now i'm far from where the people who had been a part of 10 years in my life is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even further from letting go and giving in to the fact that i am already in this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i called people, asked them how it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few was fine, a few fun, a few thrown into the same flustering situation as myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the questions whether it was the right choice kept sliding across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kicked myself hard for not praying about it 4 weeks ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the culture, the devotions, the faces badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it did not make matters any better that people called me joe-shua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow inside of me i felt that burning feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that feeling that i should probably give this another shot tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be happy, take this lead and make my own fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey this school might not be the school that has watched me grow in the past couple of years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much in contrast to its school anthem, i must admit, sidetracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It blatantly had the words "this school that watched me grow".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea right. i'm 90 percent fairsian whether you like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, though this school has not watched me grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd still have the make the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 years is a very short time, considering the 10 years i've been through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still there was that wrapped up insecurity that held fast within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could not take His hands and let him lead me into a new beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for i was afraid of what was going to happen to the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what if it just, dissappears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've seen things drifting apart in these 10 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i certainly do not want the past 2 years to ever go that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as i stood at the tip of the cliff, looking over my shoulder at the past and contemplating the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised that i had to let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to put it in His hands that the past would always be apart of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it would be beautifully interwoven with the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me try tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Lord, please be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116784053285210900?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116784053285210900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116784053285210900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116784053285210900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116784053285210900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school-after-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116748572507892683</id><published>2006-12-30T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:35:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salutations people of earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apologies for the very sparse blogging life in this very page,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the lazy bug has been troubling me quite lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and due to that very sticky situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things tend to get quite slow up in the old bean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo, if you would say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mental blocks and roadblocks did slow down some of the bean's functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life has been great for this old bird here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldn't have been better if one were to put it so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know bout you chaps out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the idea of being in a new place, with new people, and a totally new environment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in like, 4, 5? days time is kinda apprehensive no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both good and bad connotations meant of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of course, there is still the remainder of the holidays left to enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I, for one plan to enjoy EVERY SINGLE ITSY BITSY MOMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you can say, i'm a man on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, kinda cliche, but what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, judging on what a blog is supposed to be like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should probably now inform you guys what the few days have been like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a nutshell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pool. Movies. Pool. More movies. The occasional wedding dinner. Even more movies. photography. shopping without getting anything. have i said movies yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha... seriously, i would so not be surprised if my paycheck can't even pay for the things i've been doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, had the occasional dinner on wed with my family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha food was great and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had fun crapping and making jokes out of EVERYTHING..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha that was good fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next 3 days i caught movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a row belive it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday: The Holiday with Ian, who was nice; and crazy enough to come all the way to tampines mall! dude that was nice of you.. haha.. yea the holiday is a SWELL show.. got me thinkin quite a bit there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday: Night at the meuseum with JY, Lissa and Jacq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joa was supposed to turn up, but she was too tired i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NATM was not too bad... not as good as the Hol, but passable i must say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that decided to play pool, and voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met kong and aaron at paradigm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played quite a bit! and i did have fun lettin jacq win with my careless putting in of the white/ black balls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday: Movie with HIASTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was nice enough to come out with 4E lit class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only rachel, joyce, jane and i turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how silly. hahaha! BUT, due to SOME OTHER FACTORS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't mind anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught charlotte's web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i understand why that bloody movie was a lit book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha yupp so that was my week in a description a little bigger than a NUTSHELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tommorow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COUNTDOWN! hahaha! meetin the christmas countdown gang again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time with added ppl like cedric, norman, tiff, maybe jane, natalina and some others, can't really rmb now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sit around, chat a bit, walk a distance, booze the night away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.. one more day to the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year indeed has passed FAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yupp. thats all i can offer you guys about my life currently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon to come would be the first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets see what that brings eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Pictures--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1044/3147/320/454064/DSCN3115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan, grace and josh and the yummy fish !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1044/3147/320/289447/DSCN3100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1044/3147/320/459432/DSCN3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 cousins, 1 gf, and 2 missing! the FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise the trip pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116748572507892683?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116748572507892683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116748572507892683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116748572507892683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116748572507892683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/salutations-people-of-earthapologies.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116699254744489026</id><published>2006-12-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:35:47.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My word!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that its the 100th post! on christmas itself!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, to everyone hither and tither,&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha! hope Santa did visit with a few goodies in his bag!&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't soo bad! In fact, it was THE whackiest christmas ever!&lt;br /&gt;So its 4:28 now and i'm already QUITE dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back like, half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Went to battle the orchard crowd today with Ian, Alex, JY, Jacq, Kim and Enshao!&lt;br /&gt;BOY I HAD FUN!&lt;br /&gt;although the foam stank, the crowd was seriously a killer, and we almost got into the middle of a fight,&lt;br /&gt;It was still the whackiness of it and the craziness of the people who went that made the night so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Erm, at this point, guys, interested in the new year's one? "heavy hinting.."&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, we roamed around town, sprayed a few poor people, got sprayed at,&lt;br /&gt;and then proceeded to holland crystal jade for a VERY early breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Congee with light sauce/ pepper and ian's beef noodle sauce for 1.50!&lt;br /&gt;Very worth it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay before that was celebrations both in grams and church.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm very disorientated now..&lt;br /&gt;forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;point is, i had a LOVELY christmas!&lt;br /&gt;cheers all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116699254744489026?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116699254744489026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116699254744489026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116699254744489026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116699254744489026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-my-word-i-just-realised-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116688278305496398</id><published>2006-12-23T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T06:06:23.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, i just realised that i haven't really put up photos of my trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apologies.. laziness and joshua click very well together.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling the buildup day by day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like Billy Mack might say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas is hotfooting its way towards us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whoo, am i getting happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been heading out most of the past week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scavenging around town and other spots to look for stuff for oneself or friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could call it "enjoying every last bit of the hols."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha well, feeling quite bored now actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh i say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116688278305496398?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116688278305496398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116688278305496398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116688278305496398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116688278305496398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-guyshaha-i-just-realised-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116677902922873159</id><published>2006-12-22T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:17:09.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It all extends from stress, as they always say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite quaint how people tend to work themselves up so much that on one faithful day, when all the stress builds up against them and squeezes them like how a kid would do to a very pitiful stress ball, they snap with a sickening squelch and lands face first into a pot of boiling hot water, (not that that actually happens, for that matter, but it just might, just…).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that sickening experience, those who managed to keep alive then goes for a CLAIMED hiatus, when firstly the choice of destination isn’t even far flung and secondly when their Hawaiian shirts are still locked up 6 feet deep into their cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;They then so return after a few short days, ironically, and start to sit in the pressure cooker once again, patiently waiting for things to start simmering again, and so we have the whole act once again, repeated over and over till the one faithful day when, our dear person finally falls face first into that pot of boiling water: this time literally meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I’m stressing myself out at the moment, but right now, I’m feeling precariously perched at the edge of BORE MOUNTAIN with nothing but a small packet of Smints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The life in a common office bores me”, thought Joshua as he thought of what else to type to continue this life saving prose. Around him sounds and voices were at a buzz, silly plastic contraptions rang like phones, people chattered, paper shredded and the occasional rumble of the mammoth copier standing astutely in the corner of a big, white washed floor sounded in perfect rhythm and symphony with each other. “Well, I would not want to be back in this silly little rummy place,” he mused as he eavesdropped to listen to the many different conversations that were bouncing off the perfectly white walls. One about some student that failed something sometime, another about funny Chinese colleagues… “Oh the usual titter tatter gossip you find among such tittering tattering gossipy people” he mumbled under his breath as he continued to type a third person narrative story on the terminal he was using. He was told when he first came not to do things of such, but, looking at the situation around him, and the many masses and scores of mice playing due to the infamously fat tabby not being at home, he decided that he would bypass the silly rule for once and start preoccupying himself with such titter tatter. “ You see?” Joshua asked his invisible audiences somewhere over the rainbow. “I am so bored that I have to type in third person! How rummy!” It is not sure how his audiences would react, but Joshua smiled to think that they would find him a little eccentric, if not perhaps a tad bit loony. But, alas, such contrivances could not be helped when one, especially in the case of Joshua, was feeling particularly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, office life really IS a dud. A bore at top grade, and a complete waste of electricity, while we are at the blithering subject of wastage. So I hope all of you work hard, study smart and prevent yourself from getting into the thresholds of an office. At least from this one that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally Ho!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116677902922873159?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116677902922873159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116677902922873159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116677902922873159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116677902922873159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-all-extends-from-stress-as-they.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116637207481241578</id><published>2006-12-17T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:14:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helllo world!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just came back from a fabulous, i say again FABULOUS jazz concert!&lt;br /&gt;Hiromi!, at the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Attended with Ian, Evan goh and Yun Xing.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, THEY'RE ALL CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;one on the piano, one on the bass guitar, one on the drums,&lt;br /&gt;Totally CRAZY SEXY JAZZ!&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since i've been to such a good jazz concert, and boy, did it send waves of ergonomic convulsions down my spine!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but to those whom are not to familliar with me, i think playing and listening to jazz is better than making love.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i've tried the latter of course, but, what can i say? I LOVE JAZZ.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;haha! glad they enjoyed the crazy trio..&lt;br /&gt;Ian just made the bassist his new idol. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Till the next one then!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane! i'm so sorry i did not have time to call you back!&lt;br /&gt;was i supposed to btw?&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry.. but thanks for the chat last night! you're lucky! know that! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116637207481241578?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116637207481241578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116637207481241578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116637207481241578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116637207481241578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/helllo-world-haha-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116620673447734521</id><published>2006-12-15T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:18:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings World!&lt;br /&gt;I am back, and DAMN, THAT place was SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;Really beautiful place it is, filled with flaura, fauna and people!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'll upload photos soon.. too lazy today..&lt;br /&gt;Talk more about it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my enjoyment kinda gets cut short at the end of the week,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm gonna start work on monday.. for one week!&lt;br /&gt;filling in for someone at mom's office.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;think i'll like it there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life actually is the same back in singapore..&lt;br /&gt;went out immediatly once i touched down..&lt;br /&gt;walked around with aunty jac and val, caught a movie.. trust the man..&lt;br /&gt;not THAT good in my opinion.. would have liked dejavu or flyboys better i felt..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was good to be out with friends again i must admit..&lt;br /&gt;had dinner in the village and then headed home.. hmm.. was dead tired when i got home..&lt;br /&gt;cause i had been awake for more than 24 hours, and had seen sunshine for also more than 24 hours..&lt;br /&gt;so, after settling a problem that was stuck in ice for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;and feeling my heart considerably lighter for once in the past many months, i hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was another outing, first had to do some errand running..&lt;br /&gt;waited for quite long just to get a few things done..&lt;br /&gt;and then rushed down to meet weijie, jane and carissa in town to go play pool.&lt;br /&gt;met kong in meridian, and pooled for say, 3 hours? haha! pool till SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;the gals came to join us in a bit.. and they started playing too..&lt;br /&gt;bye the half way point i was reeling with a tad bit of exhaust.. cause i was still a little lagged.&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner, arcade, and walking around we finally were able to head home! haha..&lt;br /&gt;bro bought some cool mario game! haha and kept me busy for a while.. damn.. i'm young at heart.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up damn late.. cause of the lag.. at 12!! misery cordia...&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, i was like ah what the hell and decided to head straight down to the barber to get my hair cut SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;and damn, i did it! haha.. so i've a new hairstyle now and i like it! haha.. val says its better than the old one! =D&lt;br /&gt;after that went to town to accompany val and evan goh in their shopping spree..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. those gals really know how to shop boy..&lt;br /&gt;evan bought 7 shirts! val 3! my goodness.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;saw a cool pair of shades! but didn't have enough bread to snag them..&lt;br /&gt;lent cash to val to get a really nice skirt that really suited her.. hope she liked it!&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm looking for shades, a blazer, leather jacket and a big buckled belt and a canon D30 SLR. haha!&lt;br /&gt;saw a really swell armani belt in whereever! a big buckled one!&lt;br /&gt;but it was 123 donkeys! thats like 200 plus in sing! goodness..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. christmas is coming! so.. can't hurt to wish right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm actually just reiterating.. but you gotta let me get my blog-legs first.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i did any blogging.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm loving the lifestyle we're having.. its really great..&lt;br /&gt;but what really shakes me is that its gonna end soon, and i may not see some of you all again..&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm slacking soooo much! haha..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. next year is gonna be an interesting year! have to quickly mend something, and get suited into jc life&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it? not THAT soon.. but i guess i'll have to take things in stride..&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't exactly call life very predictable now could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall just see what happens then.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116620673447734521?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116620673447734521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116620673447734521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116620673447734521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116620673447734521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/greetings-world-i-am-back-and-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116499199462055784</id><published>2006-12-01T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:53:14.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earghh.. This is bad.. This is really really bad..&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and all i managed to do was pile my clothes on top of my luggage..&lt;br /&gt;The two idiotic brothers of mine aren't helping much too, walking around the house having a sietsta, making me fuming mad at them..&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.. i don't have a bag to bring along.. and i just realised it now..&lt;br /&gt;No wait, actually i realised it this afternoon, but my mom refused to realise it until about like now..&lt;br /&gt;well done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it la.. the diesel is too small to put anything in.. one jacket and the whole bag is full.. sheesh.. let alone the camera, batteries, cards, my book and misc still have to fit in..&lt;br /&gt;saw a really nice vintage one today at far east.. but my mom refused to get it, all thanks to the stupid tear at the bag..&lt;br /&gt;was heartbroken.. haha.. cause i fell in love with that bag the moment i saw it..&lt;br /&gt;shat this is bad.. i'm not very relaxed for this holiday..&lt;br /&gt;so ironic.. a holiday is meant to let one relax, not let one blow his top and feel all stressed about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, where am i going? i'll give yall guys a clue.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to this place, where the sun would strike my face,&lt;br /&gt;To there i call a rest, of all my adventures this is best.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you where it is, through this little rhyme you seek,&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully at these words and you'll find, the answer to this, "oh a sign". So can&lt;br /&gt;You guess the place? if not i bid you, good grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116499199462055784?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116499199462055784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116499199462055784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116499199462055784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116499199462055784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/12/earghh.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116470063017950637</id><published>2006-11-27T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:57:10.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you take a life do you know what you'll give?&lt;br /&gt;Odds are, you won't like what it is.&lt;br /&gt;When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me?&lt;br /&gt;By the merciless eyes of deceit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels fall from blinding heights&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself are nothing so divine&lt;br /&gt;Just next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you&lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you&lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you&lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die?&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;You know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come inside things will not be the same &lt;br /&gt;When you return to the night&lt;br /&gt;And if you think you've won&lt;br /&gt;You never saw me change&lt;br /&gt;The game that we all been playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen diamonds cut through harder men&lt;br /&gt;Than you yourself&lt;br /&gt;But if you must pretend&lt;br /&gt;You may meet your end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you&lt;br /&gt; The odds will betray you&lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you&lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die?&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to hide your hand&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to feel&lt;br /&gt;Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you&lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you&lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you&lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die?&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins&lt;br /&gt;You know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh this song is one of the BEST out of all the Bond songs.&lt;br /&gt;Chris cornell, Orchestra, subtle interweaving of previous bond themes, angry trumpets and zestful violins,&lt;br /&gt;what more can one ask of a Bond theme?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. its equally good as the movie that it comes along with.&lt;br /&gt;Great plot, great bond, dazzling bond girl, crazy villians, and of course, yet another psychedellic intro.&lt;br /&gt;In short, Bond rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure ian would agree.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet in a few minutes? haha.. was supposed to leave house 1 hr ago,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i got a little preoccupied over something.&lt;br /&gt;meeting nat at dunno what time at dunno where, pasirris i think.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this chalet would be fun..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well, isn't that what everybody hopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off in 3 days time, sigh..&lt;br /&gt;not telling where.. for very obvious reasons.. haha.. right jane?&lt;br /&gt;taking a 2 week block off my dec hols..&lt;br /&gt;when i get back, God forbid i should not spend anymore money..&lt;br /&gt;been putting the over in the word overboard lately,&lt;br /&gt;when everybody else is working their asses off out there trying to get a job..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should find one just for the last 2 weeks of hols..&lt;br /&gt;Jazz concert coming up, boy am i excited..&lt;br /&gt;Tango.. here i come! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probably not making anymore sense..&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet nat now.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye world.&lt;br /&gt;Joy, enjoy your trip too!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116470063017950637?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116470063017950637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116470063017950637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116470063017950637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116470063017950637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-take-life-do-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116409308170529325</id><published>2006-11-20T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:13:30.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn't one sometimes have that dashed feeling when one doesn't know which side one is on,&lt;br /&gt;And is caught right between the two places, in the huge void of uncertainty and doubt?&lt;br /&gt;I often hear such chappies talk about this, whether in some movie, book or experiences,&lt;br /&gt;But never in my most wildest, exotic imaginations did i ever expect that this true bout of shakespearean tragedy to befall upon me,&lt;br /&gt;And here i was thinking that God disliked the cliche and went with the mysterious, unexpected tales.&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of rummy, being in this splendid disposition,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all mangled up and treated unrightly,&lt;br /&gt;One just wants answers to this sickly situation, but at this time answers seem to breed more questions, and more questions lead to inevitable frustration and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Now because of that, one thinks with all the power of the old bean up there,&lt;br /&gt;And spends a fortnightly minute thinking about the possible wronged senarios that might have happened,&lt;br /&gt;But soon, one realises that unless he has answers, which he obviously does not posses, he cannot find the right questions, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;So he lets it go, thinking that time, the great healer would placade the offended and call this truce.&lt;br /&gt;But, unfortunatly, again unlike what happens in perfectly good fairy tales,&lt;br /&gt;The Great Healer time in itself has a very mangled and morbid sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;It is to one's great suspicion that time, along with fate one day sent one back down the path of life.&lt;br /&gt;One finds life back under his feet and continues, the pain and frustration gnawing at his heart slowly ebbing away.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, a few blocks down life's road later,&lt;br /&gt;The michevious time and fate throw into one's path, a bout of memory and reason!&lt;br /&gt;One, having gone quite a bit down the happy way, stumbles and piruettes like a fat dancer, fortunatly nimble enough to land on one's toes.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it! So blatant, such perpetual mischeviousness!&lt;br /&gt;The revalation startles one into thought again,&lt;br /&gt;And he once again stands at the edge of the road, not to check the time, mind you,&lt;br /&gt;But wondering again, what how is the matter with life's humourous banter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116409308170529325?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116409308170529325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116409308170529325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116409308170529325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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as slack schedule,&lt;br /&gt;But i do guess it will soon sink in, somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the air does smell sweeter and fresher,&lt;br /&gt;And the weather less blustery as before this peace.&lt;br /&gt;Been hanging out pretty much these few days,&lt;br /&gt;Too much done, too much to record, so much more to do.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect phrase that fits this occasion now is,&lt;br /&gt;"I love my lifestyle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116399107537533578?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116399107537533578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see light, and hell, light NEVER looked that good.&lt;br /&gt;Hello my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats sec 4 and 5s,&lt;br /&gt;We made it out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i'm gonna miss the study times.&lt;br /&gt;the crapping, laughing, playing, studying, slacking, studying, have i said studying yet?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;got to know more people i would have never imagined to have known in these 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if i have just made many profound and lasting contacts,&lt;br /&gt;the ones that will stay, the ones that are being built, and the ones to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;i want back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116350656686378394</id><published>2006-11-14T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:16:07.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;eleven months does seem to roll by quite fast, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;from the two weeks of extended study, all the way to the final two days,&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a journey.&lt;br /&gt;Call it a rite of passage,&lt;br /&gt;call it a transcending discovery,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stick to a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been from bumbling rookies to masters at our own different subjects,&lt;br /&gt;trained and whipped into shape the past twenty two months,&lt;br /&gt;all just for the mere "lengthy" period of two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Hours spent understanding, mastering, practicing,&lt;br /&gt;all amount to the sum of one, even two hours of a final showdown.&lt;br /&gt;We have come down to the last two days,&lt;br /&gt;The last 48 hours,&lt;br /&gt;a point too late to turn back, but still early to fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days,&lt;br /&gt;The end is come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116350656686378394?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116350656686378394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116350656686378394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what-have-you-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just threee days of papers left, the "big showdown" is comin pretty soon,&lt;br /&gt;joshua versus chemistry paper 1,2 and a maths on a single day combo.&lt;br /&gt;its quite a light ending besides this maddening combination.&lt;br /&gt;but, think about the happiness after, the screaming, the smiles, the increasing global warming/ carbon dioxide emissions in the air due to our textbooks (social studies, for that matter) burning.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes you wanna go on.. no?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 10th today, surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;i did not even know, frankly,&lt;br /&gt;had to check my phone for the date. that's how the os have caused "timelessness"&lt;br /&gt;and no, we're all not in susila's plane.&lt;br /&gt;been hanging out in LAF, LIB and HOME for the past, lets say gazillion years.&lt;br /&gt;studying with a stellar ensemble including people like many people.&lt;br /&gt;its really too much to name. haha.. too many classes too.. 4d right up to 4f..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. its only 3 classes, but lets face it, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;an oscar winning performance, i must say, our studying,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just using movie jargons because i miss my monthly intake of movies.&lt;br /&gt;last one was 2 months ago. scoop. alone.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the list of things to do just keeps going on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;for one, the new 007 looks good.&lt;br /&gt;anyone game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116316969460217489?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116316969460217489/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116281907444159176</id><published>2006-11-06T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:17:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 days in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye krishna, governance, northen ireland and calculator-less papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting more beautiful day by day.&lt;br /&gt;i'd might have sworn i can see myself smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes i'm still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116281907444159176?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116153005469719202</id><published>2006-10-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:14:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is totally unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of Lady in the water,&lt;br /&gt;but a Prawn in the water is just too much for me to take right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just came home, and behold, i saw to my horror a prawn sitting happily at the bottom of the fish tank without the fish my dad is trying to rear.&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the name of maturing the tank they say.&lt;br /&gt;I just sit, and be amused.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear the cloudy water these days, (pun not intended,)&lt;br /&gt;The crazy me is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;just because i get all murky and dark does not mean i'm dead,&lt;br /&gt;buried six feet under,&lt;br /&gt;or jumped and hauled away by aliens for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say i've been saving up on crazy fluids till after the big O.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to those who have already thought i was quite quirky the past 5 days or so,&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAVING UP.&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me assure all you readers out there (if there are any signs of you anymore that is),&lt;br /&gt;that everything is still quite peachy, a ok.&lt;br /&gt;save the scampering rats across the floor boards and the recent wave of tabloids crashing into my life,&lt;br /&gt;everything is just perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;the snapple quick fact today is:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that mosquitoes are attracted to people who recently had bananas?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, i know, i never knew too.&lt;br /&gt;well, so for all those buzz lightyear fans out there,&lt;br /&gt;TO INFINITY, AND BEYOND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kind indulgence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116153005469719202?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116153005469719202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116153005469719202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116153005469719202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116153005469719202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Life seems to be spinning, yet i can't feel the most little things that come by me.&lt;br /&gt;They call it numbness, a sense of shock,&lt;br /&gt;But i think i would properly credit it to vacant-ness.&lt;br /&gt;A vacuum where space and time has been properly flushed out, filtered, and what comes through is just a sense of senselessness.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really remember what has happened over the past one week, but strangly the facts that have been forced and squeezed into the depths of my brain seem to surface out without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i rise without realising how peaceful the crisp morning air feels,&lt;br /&gt;Depart without looking around at the things happening,&lt;br /&gt;Mugg up without so much of a consternation till i get tired,&lt;br /&gt;Eat without giving thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Arrive without a word to family or friends,&lt;br /&gt;Lie on my bed till the cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;A vicious cycle repeating itself like a reused cliche,&lt;br /&gt;Blandness and monochrome creeps into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies on my absence the past week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure without even giving a reason everyone should know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;Life is normal, as usual on the surface of things.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has since completed another year of formal schooling.&lt;br /&gt;We're down to our last 13 days to the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;And 20 odd days to the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;specks of light can already be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Press on everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116140993050554126?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116140993050554126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>He has since crashed.&lt;br /&gt;He had never felt such weight before in his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;A staggering rip downwards, into the rolling depths of hell.&lt;br /&gt;A continuum flurry of surpressed agony.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to unleash them,&lt;br /&gt;He sits and battles them, deep within the chambers of thought and memory.&lt;br /&gt;Anger versus Peace, a face off that marrs the processes of the faculties.&lt;br /&gt;By looks he blends into the surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;A ubiquitous being, just like the rest scampering around him.&lt;br /&gt;But inside mind and soul,&lt;br /&gt;The darkness juxtaposes well,&lt;br /&gt;A dark entity against the pureness of heavenly powers.&lt;br /&gt;The loudness of the peaceful surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;Pierces into the depths of his mind, and magnifies the echoes of the voices within.&lt;br /&gt;Searching, crying, trying, but never finding the source.&lt;br /&gt;He sits, he muses.&lt;br /&gt;He has since crashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116058328859549983?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116058328859549983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116058328859549983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116058328859549983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116058328859549983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-has-since-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116041034885788116</id><published>2006-10-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:12:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End is coming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 more days to.. the season finale if you might?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's really starting to become a prattling bore these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end seems so near but yet so distant that one just wants out almost immediatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, nothing really much to say actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just came home.. been holing myself up at changi airport everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rather explains the reason why i haven't been on msn for such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing all the tour groups come and go past my studies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really just can't help it but to feel envious of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want, okay.. cancel want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DESIRE to be on a plane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't take the one plus month wait to get on it anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"oh send me to those flames at once!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- As quoted from krishna in his deep desperation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow's the last time to sing the school song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its gonna be a blast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking forward to sing it ONE LAST TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. there's some vibe in those words i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again it might just be my stomach complaining of midnight hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh this is just positively exciting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the season finale.. can you imagine that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116041034885788116?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116032675840018399</id><published>2006-10-08T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:59:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;Been skimming on the top of things lately, never really had a chance to concern myself with things of late.&lt;br /&gt;A bad consequence, i must frankly put it, a wrong step, equivilant to the misguided judgement of "The tiger is in the cage so i'm perfectly safe." mentality&lt;br /&gt;Wrongo. folks if any of you ever have such silly frivolous judements, here's the sad reality.&lt;br /&gt;Tear them up into little itty bitty pieces of scrap memory, and stuff it down your sibling's throats, or pet's for that very matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i've been so dissociated with the revolving mass of cosmic protoplasm these few days that now i'm literally "Lost in Transition/Translation".&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no disney Tom Hanks, Scarlett Johanssen Flick,&lt;br /&gt;and i can bluntly tell all of you from this perspective here that it is very uber duber confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness its as confusing as having a female with male hormones going for a sex change, but still having to end up needing to put on make up and Goodness knows whatever contraptions just because he/she/he still thinks that she/he/she is still a woman. No wait, Man.. wait man like a woman, or something along that line.. goodness... see? even i'm getting confused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consience tells me to see "what happens" in the weeks to come,&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i have a feeling that if i don't settle it by the end of this week,&lt;br /&gt;the world would come to a certain cataclysmic end.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe its not THAT SERIOUS to the extent of a global armageddon,&lt;br /&gt;but i have a certain hunch like quassimodo,&lt;br /&gt;that if i don't solve this soon like a cheesy soduku puzzle wired to a bomb,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna loose something i care alot about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whomever it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;i really do not know what this is about,&lt;br /&gt;but give me time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll settle my life asap.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for understanding, if understanding ever came across as a plea from one person that probably deserved a little better.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116032675840018399?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116032675840018399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116032675840018399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116032675840018399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116032675840018399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116021916510047247</id><published>2006-10-07T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:07:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Under carissa's persuation, and guidance i present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the Essence Of being Joshua, Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=061007065036-265391"&gt;http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=061007065036-265391&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116021916510047247?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116021916510047247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116021916510047247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116021916510047247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116021916510047247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/under-carissas-persuation-and-guidance.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116020184323972042</id><published>2006-10-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:17:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dissociation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gives you a perception,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of an Association,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Association They call it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like a mighty chorus They chant in the streets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of triumph,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of pride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And full of Illusions of This Association.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seasons pass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The poor soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trapped by the illusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becomes blind at the sight of a crippled demise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devoting himself to This Association,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything else falls behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As They continue to parade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue to feed Him with sweet subtle poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In His veins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The poison seeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in final a final stroke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He falls to Their sweet possesion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Misted by sweetness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of malted falls and beautiful endings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He swears allegiance to This Assiociation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In hooting Glory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know, They have him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The parades stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trumpets fade into the misty distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coaxed by sympathy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pours out to Them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silver, gold, even His soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking all in with suppressed glee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A face they show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pitying fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet another shows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Savages, taking, stealing but never returning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A turn, its dawn, They're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fled over the mountains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone under the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stands there and looks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much in shock, or stunned silence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of deep hurt, silence and misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How a fool He had been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To have tangled himself with This Association in the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But naught can be done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The knife stabbed, the culprits in a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as He drags off alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into the blood red sunset,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would seem that This Association,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all its perceptions and tainted illusions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was a mere nothing more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Dis-sociation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Josh.  10/06.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116020184323972042?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116020184323972042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116020184323972042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116020184323972042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116020184323972042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/dissociation.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-116014815044612935</id><published>2006-10-06T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:22:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a VERY SPECIAL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;errhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIGRESS JANE!!! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 already.. please act up okay? haha.. don't stress yourself out, and do take alot of rest and care!&lt;br /&gt;we want to hear you talk again!! haha.. folks if you all don't flow, its cause the poor girl lost her voice today!!&lt;br /&gt;so... she would like us to pray for her! and we would! haha..&lt;br /&gt;take care yea? sorry i can't find a photo to dedicate to you..&lt;br /&gt;no worries! i'll specially take one for you then! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-116014815044612935?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/116014815044612935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=116014815044612935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116014815044612935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/116014815044612935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115996047236339647</id><published>2006-10-04T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T04:14:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;with absolute concurrence with Charmaine aka "Hamster" Chow, (haha..)&lt;br /&gt;School is currently a factor of happiness for me..&lt;br /&gt;cherishing the final 7 days left of formal secondary school education.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a bittersweet 4 years,&lt;br /&gt;lots of memories, lots of friends, lots of many things that one can never ever truely explain.&lt;br /&gt;and for myself, if everything goes right,&lt;br /&gt;this marks the end of my 10 years in the DOVER neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the dover, clementi right up to boon lay stretch has been a second home to me all these years, travelling up and down, up and down incessantly and endlessly day after day for 10 years, for lunch, projects, outings, work etc...&lt;br /&gt;spending a decade doing such things sure does make you stop and think about how much you'll miss waking up so early, just to rush down breakfast and challenge time to the school gate,&lt;br /&gt;or travelling up to boon lay for a movie and lunch right up to uneartly hours before making way back to bedok,&lt;br /&gt;or even the long, tiring and even sometimes dreadful rides in the buses/Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure gonna miss these small things in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the memories of little travel adventures down the MRT line, friends and teachers would also be dearly missed, if not even longed for.&lt;br /&gt;a decade puts people deep in your heart, their impacts and all etched in a special place just for these emotions.&lt;br /&gt;right up from the start; the well forgotten but missed days of childhood in FMPS, the AV gang and all, to the very end of days; with a squirrel, pokemon, tigeress, donkey and a still undefined creature, or even with a noisy act cute monster and a hydrogen perioxide stained girl the memories will stay.&lt;br /&gt;To this 3 groups of people in my transition throughout this 10 years, Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot express whatever i want to say in such a short space here.. another 10 years wouldn't be enough too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;BIG apologies for the recent negligence and dissappearance.. Os and all.. but promise after the Os i'll make it up!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a social person, so i'm really really really comfortable and contented with these people.. but unfortunatly, if i move on, a new life awaits me in the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking i'm scared for what's going to happen next year, its literally a NEW BEGINNING if everything goes right.&lt;br /&gt;But then again they say there's a perfect time and place for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;So that i guess i'll leave it to Him to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, folks that still have one more, perhaps 2 more years in school,&lt;br /&gt;do CHERISH it.&lt;br /&gt;right now, if i were to be given a chance to start over again, i think i would..&lt;br /&gt;the end of sec3 till sec 4 part.. haha.. cause i can most vividly remember that.. sec 1 and 2 needs deeper meditation.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;a BIG salute to FAIRFIELD.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for a decade i guess? haha.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115996047236339647?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115996047236339647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115996047236339647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115996047236339647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115996047236339647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115957954267850637</id><published>2006-09-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:25:42.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning all.&lt;br /&gt;just rolled out of bed, literally.&lt;br /&gt;seeing that there's really nothing i can do to get back into dreamland after being "rolled" out,&lt;br /&gt;might as well do some early morning reflections.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well been giving myself 3 days now just to catch up on sleep, been sleeping at 9 and neglecting books just to reduce the eyebags and recharge.&lt;br /&gt;today would be the last day definatly.. i finally had a chance to complete 12 hrs of sleep in one shot! haha... so i think my mind should be ready to roll on one last time towards the os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i must improve this last month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stupid handwriting.. yupp.. never imagined i would really get shot for it.. scored 15/30 for compo with a big HANDWRITING behind and with many giagantic circles around the paper.&lt;br /&gt;a lesson learnt for me definatly.. i had it coming too.. haha.. soo.. gotta buck up on that..&lt;br /&gt;but still, with God's infinite grace, i managed to snag an A2 for Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buck up on Social Studies and Lit.. oh my goodness... that IS a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. maintain the rest. telling myself everyday, don't be too cocky. don't be too lax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually that is my greatest fear now.. being too lax and cocky.. gotta keep a wary maind about that. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those that did well, (up to their standards)&lt;br /&gt;Great job guys! and do keep it up! its just barely one more month to the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;don't get too complacent and relaxed and just continue to keep up the pace and drill harder to acheive better! jia you! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those that did not do so well, (not up to their standards)&lt;br /&gt;hey. you guys cannot give up! one month left just concentrate on what needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;put everything else aside, and focus on the main thing, which is to improve and understand the mistakes made in the prelim! do jia you! and work hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is coming.&lt;br /&gt;oh goody goody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115957954267850637?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115957954267850637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115957954267850637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115957954267850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115957954267850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-morning-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115944371486568238</id><published>2006-09-28T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T04:41:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the prelims are over, the one day of rest is over, what's the next big thing out there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without needing to say anything, that would be the return of the scripts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must really say, and REALLY REALLY THANK GOD for His Grace right at this moment in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got shocked at MANY papers. PLEASANTLY shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its really a clear cut miracle and sign what happened these two days for my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first i really expected a 74, 73 A2 for most of my papers cause of the few questions that i knew was screwed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but currently my hopes to VJ for the first three months haven't been crushed yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the Lord! i tell you i'll be doing flips if i get in for first three months with my L1R5 still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people i've come across these few days, all have different reactions to my result and my plans to head VJ- wards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MANY encouragements! thank you all for really believing in me and continuing to push me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's the other extreme of reactions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some "screw you"s, "wah lao"s and "smartass"s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. so my R5 so far is 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really hope Oral saves me by pulling to an A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. Combined Humans was a BIG surprise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i'm quite stung by the b3, but hey it was a BIG improvement from the previous C5s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah well, can work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually scored equal for Lit and SS. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chem another surprise. expected an A2 or high b3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was already thinking of counting Physics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but by God's grace again, A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; haha.. the rest was peachy.. yupp.. but can do better definatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's left, PHYSICS and COMPO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lame.. COMPO??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darned LPM refused to give out the compos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and left us on a cliff hanger as bad as watching lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now we're biting our nails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOPING and PRAYING nothing goes wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they would moderate comb. hum. and eng =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115944371486568238?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115944371486568238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115944371486568238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115944371486568238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115944371486568238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115936055603926897</id><published>2006-09-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:35:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through these misty eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see lonely skies&lt;br /&gt;Lonely road to babylon&lt;br /&gt;Where's my family&lt;br /&gt;And my country&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my bags tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here's one jacobite&lt;br /&gt;Who must leave or surely die&lt;br /&gt;Put me on a train&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Say farewell but don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Seagull carry me, over land and sea&lt;br /&gt;To my own folk, that's where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tears me further apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the song by rod stewart, EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;love that song. felt a connection there somehow.&lt;br /&gt;he's groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;such kind of songs do resplendantly well to me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;good for those who can interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;even better if anyone can understand and empathize with me.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of you, its up for your interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i wanna be vague today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115936055603926897?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115936055603926897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115936055603926897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the %&amp;%&amp;amp;* page "NO PAGE FOUND"&lt;br /&gt;its darn unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like i typed sometime ago,&lt;br /&gt;finally back, i am, apologies for another period of absence.&lt;br /&gt;was struggling to complete the finally gruelling part of the PRELIM,&lt;br /&gt;which i am happy to announce is FINALLY over!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i survived it, thankfully,&lt;br /&gt;however with a little bit of "injuries" you might call it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. according to my nice tuitor, she claims i'm breaking up,&lt;br /&gt;and if i don't go and relax soon i'll " overdrive"&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thank goodness for her. she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;anyway reason for that was cause the flu finally caught up with me,&lt;br /&gt;was feeling feverish the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition and got my tuitor concerned.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;she sent me packing straight home to rest,&lt;br /&gt;and suggested i sleep, shop, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i did incidentally today, after chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;ran home, dropped stuff and ran out again.&lt;br /&gt;caught JTMD with my class. haha! it was a cool outing, though some were at cine due to mis comm. about the location.&lt;br /&gt;in the end 12 of us turned up at the cathay;&lt;br /&gt;naomi, chanel, sel, carissa, winner, nat, issac, ben, stanley, jane, brandon and i.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well, after that was retail therapy..&lt;br /&gt;the gals bought a bomb, while i got myself a nice ring and cross and eyed a nice blazer.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well, they were cheap, but worth i guess, seeing that i finally found clothes to match the acccesories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah today was just swell, a good destress for the finally run.&lt;br /&gt;life begins tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;prepare your books again folks,&lt;br /&gt;today we pretend the Os are over.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON THE REDCARPET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/on%20the%20runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/on%20the%20runway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua Lim and Ayumi Tokifloweruni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115927925427632221?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115927925427632221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115927925427632221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115927925427632221'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/small%20arms%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Tribute to Valerie Chua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was born, 230990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although she is still with us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her presence is best not felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIIIRRTTTHHDDAAAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O---LD VALERIE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry for the continuation from previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought the photo didn't compliment it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so... i've edited it! it looks nicer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't complain! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115894154120522815?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115894154120522815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115894154120522815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115894154120522815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115894154120522815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-valerie-chua.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115894088397964463</id><published>2006-09-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:01:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joshua says:&lt;br /&gt;Dad, mom, can i take up fencing after the os?&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm too expensive, boring sport, why don't you just play soccer or basketball like what GUYS do.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua says:&lt;br /&gt;what you mean by THAT? i don't find it boring, and definatly its as tough as soccer or basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, that got shot down as usual, along with the idea of photography, saxophones, tango and biking.&lt;br /&gt;that what do they mean by "what guys do".&lt;br /&gt;hello. i may have different preferences, but trust me, these things are as tough, or even tougher than the average sports.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i kinda feel let down everytime this things happen.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself, spare a thought for the cost.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i might admit, photography, saxophones, tango, biking and fencing are in the uprange,&lt;br /&gt;but you can't possibly let price stem passion right?&lt;br /&gt;oh maybe i'm just fitted with the wrong CPU personality chip.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm still not gonna back down on fencing, or on tango after the os! haha.. one of them maybe.&lt;br /&gt;gosh you guys must think i'm one weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, in appox. 16 minutes time is someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;let me dedicate this part of the post to her.&lt;br /&gt;valerie chua strolled into the band room 3 years ago, on a monday practice, alone, QUIET and most definatly not knowing how 3 years later would be so so so different.&lt;br /&gt;well, it just so happened on that day i saw her, and well, i turned to my senior, and i said........&lt;br /&gt;val you know that part! haha..&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, the story goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she, was posted to join the saxophones, a prestigious section in FSB, her honour obviously!&lt;br /&gt;it was a shock to me! cause i never knew someone so ____ would come to our section!&lt;br /&gt;(haha! that part was kidding! i never had any thing against her coming!)&lt;br /&gt;so we became friends on day during practice.&lt;br /&gt;the rest, they say was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear valerie chua of the COOLNESS.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great pleasure and pressure knowing you all these years.&lt;br /&gt;indeed, i never knew what was coming whence you stepped through those doors on that faithful day 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that that ____ girl would be one of my closest friends, best section and later on class mate ever.&lt;br /&gt;here's to the 3 years of fun, sadness and, (on your part) the process of acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;here's to the years of fun with WEI MEI, ZL, ZR and gang.&lt;br /&gt;here's to the many silly hours of R and D fun in your house gym.&lt;br /&gt;here's to the ever lasting friendship of You, joa and i.&lt;br /&gt;here's to the outings, big, small, boring or downright amusing with so many many people that we knew.&lt;br /&gt;here's to our friendship, may we never forget that day in the band room and each other.&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;here's to Valerie Chua.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sport!&lt;br /&gt;stay cheerful always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115894088397964463?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115894088397964463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115894088397964463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115894088397964463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115894088397964463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/joshua-says-dad-mom-can-i-take-up.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115884552009700163</id><published>2006-09-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:32:00.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;apologies on the "your blog is as dead as a fish" logo on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes jane, message taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a clearer sky already!&lt;br /&gt;the papers are technically over! today was the last killer, physics&lt;br /&gt;which incidentally turned out to be quite a softie..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. whee.. so its one more bio prac  and MCQs to the end of the PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;note. end of the PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;the storm is fast approaching.. this was just the mini storm.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. but alas! at least there's be good weather for a peacful amount of days to recover before we start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i had a very strong urge to go out and walk.&lt;br /&gt;after the paper went home to drop my things.. was supposed to go hunt of something with weijie and elis.. haha.. in the end UFOs kidnapped them.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to orchard with my cam and had a ball of a time.&lt;br /&gt;really.. everyone should try it someday, going out on your own.&lt;br /&gt;its rejuvinating.. considering the last time i went orchard for fun was like a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so i took a few photos, pampered myself with icecream and chips&lt;br /&gt;and was walking through borders when i saw this book.&lt;br /&gt;it was places you should go before you die.&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. when i saw it, inside i went click, hey thats what I want!&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't care if i'm married, have 7 kids, or a bachelor next time.&lt;br /&gt;it is now my ULTIMATE aim in life to visit these place before i die.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. its around 50 places i think.. but so far i've only been to 1.. grand canyon.. but that was when i was pathetically stupidly tiny! haha.. so it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;let me share with you all the places. maybe it would inspire you to adventure too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ankor Wat, Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;2. St Petersburg, Russia&lt;br /&gt;3. Havana, Cuba&lt;br /&gt;4. Wat Phra Kaeo, Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;5. Grand Canyon, USA&lt;br /&gt;6. Taj Mahal, India&lt;br /&gt;7. Eilean Donan Castle, Scotland&lt;br /&gt;8. The Alhambra, Spain&lt;br /&gt;9. Aitutaki, Cook Island&lt;br /&gt;10. Pyramid of Kukulcan, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;11. Venice, Italy&lt;br /&gt;12. Dead Vlei, Namibia&lt;br /&gt;13. Iguassu Falls, Brazil and Argentina&lt;br /&gt;14. Petra, Jordan&lt;br /&gt;15. College Fjord, Alaska&lt;br /&gt;16. The Temple of Karnak, Egypt&lt;br /&gt;17. Rio de Janerio, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;18. Taman Negara rainforest, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;19. Jaisalmer Fort, India&lt;br /&gt;20. Galapagos Islans, Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;21. Manhattan Island, USA&lt;br /&gt;22. Lake Titicaca, Bolivia and Peru&lt;br /&gt;23. Giverny, France&lt;br /&gt;24. Ngorongo Crater, Tanzania&lt;br /&gt;25. Santorini, Greece&lt;br /&gt;26. Drakensberg, South Africa&lt;br /&gt;27. Zanzibar, Tanzania&lt;br /&gt;28. Makalu, Nepal&lt;br /&gt;29. Lalibela, Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;30. Machu Picchu, Peru&lt;br /&gt;31. Uluru, Australia&lt;br /&gt;32. Varanasi, India&lt;br /&gt;33. Great Barrier Reef, Australia&lt;br /&gt;34. Ihasa, Tibet&lt;br /&gt;35. Yangshuo, China&lt;br /&gt;36. Dubrovnik, Croatia&lt;br /&gt;37. Ephesus, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;38.Shanghai, China&lt;br /&gt;39. Samarkand, Uzbekistan&lt;br /&gt;40. Killary Harbour, Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 in all.. whoo..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna love my life.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115884552009700163?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115884552009700163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115884552009700163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115884552009700163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115884552009700163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-all-apologies-on-your-blog-is-as.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115858569268176225</id><published>2006-09-18T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:21:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings all, just arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;here's what charmaine and i did today:&lt;br /&gt;- buy balloons and streamers.&lt;br /&gt;- blow balloons, hang streamers&lt;br /&gt;- almost falling flat on our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUA WEIJIE!! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 creeps up to you like a creepy creep. haha..&lt;br /&gt;using alliteration to emphasize my point of the creepy-ness of 16. haha..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope you had a blast today! i sure did!&lt;br /&gt;haha birthday boy birthday boy birthday boy..&lt;br /&gt;please don't take down the streamers/ burst the balloons till like christmas,&lt;br /&gt;they are our love and expired air. gyahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and do enioy the presents and little sweeties inbetween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm on the verge of a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if a sickness is JUST waiting for the exams to be over to run me down.&lt;br /&gt;chest hurts like hell today, can't seem to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;its still like that.. shit shitty shittums.&lt;br /&gt;damn its pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emaths tomorrow.. phys 2 on thursday.. haha.. last 2 gruelling papers to go.. wheeoeoooee&lt;br /&gt;sally sells seashells on the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;lit seems to have been DRILLED into my head. wasn't too bad today the papers.&lt;br /&gt;except maths.. oo... that was as if i was being slapped by miss yeo.&lt;br /&gt;that was horrible, maths.&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna prac and then to bed.&lt;br /&gt;my chest hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115858569268176225?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115858569268176225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115858569268176225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115858569268176225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115858569268176225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-all-just-arrived-home.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115840823903832813</id><published>2006-09-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T05:03:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          The dust and sand swirled in mini tornadoes across the floor of the court. The goal posts stood on both sides, creaking and groaning under the pressure of Mother Nature's afternoon breath. Sanchos lay on the sandy floor and looked into the sky. Clouds seemed to be moving at a flurry in tandem with the gust of winds sweeping across his face. He seemed to be floating, but yet still rooted to the spot as he took in all that was happening. Suddenly there was a sound that echoed from the distance. It sounded like pebbles hitting the tin roof of old Mr Guan's abode when Sanchos and the others used to disturb him when sanchos was much younger. It sounded just like that, except that there must have been a pebble storm around to create such a constant rat-a-tat echoing across the empty village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          "Get up Sanchos. Now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          The stillness of the night was broken as Sanchos rolled across his mattress and sat upright, squinting to adjust his eyes to the gloom around. Where had the court went? The wind and the sand too had dissappeared though the steady rat-a-tat still sounded in the distance and seemed to be getting louder by the minute. He could see the staunt outlines of his father and brother, briskly crossing the little room and stuffing things into a bag at the far end of the matress. Suddenly everything became clear. It was time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          "We have to go now. Gather your things and wait outside in five minutes time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          That was the order that started Sanchos looking around for his little bag that Father had gotten him days before. Being a young boy, Sanchos did not have anything particularly important, and in those days in the village, football was the only thing the boys talked about. So soon after two minutes of quick deliberation, Sanchos dropped the bag and carried his football outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          Father and Brother soon met Sanchos outside with their belongings and silently they crept through the village. Sanchos really did not see the point in doing so, since most of the kids had  already left a few days ago, bound for a new life elsewhere, other kids to meet, and better fields to play football in. Their family was one of the last to leave the village, as Sanchos had overheard Father tell Brother days ago that he was "getting us our of here in a faster way." Sanchos did not understand what that had meant of course, but that was the beauty of being young; you don't understand, you don't suffer the consequences. Life couldn't be any simpler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Soon the three of them came to the little brook separating the village from the sheep, or more commonly known as Kalda's Secret to the village children, due to the many secret caves and holes in the area. There across the brook was a battered jeep waiting for them amongst the silence of the sleeping sheep. They crossed the brook easily and got to the jeep. brother climbed into the back first to help Sanchos get on. When the both of them were safely inside, Father got Sachos aside to speak to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          "Now i want you to listen carefully. The bad men are coming, they are coming with their guns and we must run away from them fast. Whatever happens, i want you to always stick with your brother. You understand?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          Sanchos nodded in mute agreement. Another law in life, agree first, ask quietions later. So within a minute they were off, the sudden revving of the engines scaring the sheep from their peaceful slumber. By now the rat-a-tats were getting loud, and by the time the jeep managed to mount the nearest hill, screams suddenly penetrated the night, and firelight started to dance about in contrast to the darkness of the night. Sanchos clambered to the edge of the jeep to get a better look, but it was too late. The rolling hills shielded the boy's eyes from the blaze that was burning below, and as Sanchos slumped back down next to his brother, soon falling back into a world of new friends, bigger fields and bleak innocence, the three of them took flight across the shadows of the night, away from the bad people, into a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Josh 9/06.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheers.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115840823903832813?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115840823903832813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115840823903832813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115840823903832813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115840823903832813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/flight.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115838075087534864</id><published>2006-09-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:25:50.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was weird, but somehow the closure of a big bad nightmare i had for months on end since the start of this year.&lt;br /&gt;no more misunderstandings, no more resentment, no more suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i apologise for the recent anger and foul language and such.&lt;br /&gt;but having a feeling thats the end of that for a relatively long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to "you", yea i'm sorry for the misunderstandings and rifts that the both of you faced because of this matter. it wasn't what i wanted for the both of you, and i really do hope that she'll really be happy with what's going to happen in time to come. my apologies for the bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hydrogen peroxide girl's beau, if you understand, then i'm cool with it too. just live up to your understood "understanding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;Jac. yes, somehow or rather you were the catalyst needed to solve this problem. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joa. thanks for telling me what he felt back there. though he never said anything, yes we know he's shy.. well here's to better days. and thanks for listening out through all my vulgarities without fainting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weijie. yeayea soon to be birthday boy. i'm SORRY to have disturbed your show. haha.. you can't kick anything over here! haha.. yea thanks alot for being there all these months of sickly depression due to such contrivences, and understanding the best in this situation. you know what i mean. so yea, i'll take your words of wisdom and GET A GRIP. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val. thank you so much for understanding and not shunning away all these while though the circumstances seemed taut and sometimes "dilemmic" sometimes. thanks for not blowing your top at either of us for whatever matters and reasons that deprived the both parties of a slice of you. rest assured it'll be pleasantly different from now on, and yea, thanks for making me finally understand things that i wasn't too happy to accept at the beginning of this. what happened has happened and i wish the both of you the best and happiness in the time to come. joa and i will be here always! though she now has eyes for only a certain candy and i have to work on giving the both of you space as i wait for something to happen to me. haha. cheer up yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closure.&lt;br /&gt;End of the drama folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115838075087534864?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115838075087534864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115838075087534864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115838075087534864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115838075087534864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-was-weird-but-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115832904321933454</id><published>2006-09-15T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:04:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm just a sidewinder.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. the day just turned for the "better"&lt;br /&gt;yea thanks alot you who said that huh..&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M ALWAYS AT FAULT WHEN IT COMES TO FREAKING RELATIONSHIPS HUH.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST JOA's, NOW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YEA SO ALL THOSE IN A RELATIONSHIP OUT THERE LISTEN UP, GUYS ESPECIALLY.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LET YOUR GIRL FRIEND COME NEAR TO ME BECAUSE I'M A FREAKING CASANOVA AND I WOULD LIKE TO STEAL HER FROM YOU.&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN IT I'M TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;ONE OVER ANOTHER OVER ANOTHER.. JOSHUA LIM'S ALWAYS THE ONE THAT CAUSES THE BOYFRIEND INSECURITY AND UNHAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEMORE OF ALL PEOPLE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;THE LEAST, VERY VERY VERY LEAST YOU COULD DO WAS TO FEEL GRATEFUL I NEVER DID ANYTHING A LONG TIME AGO.&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK ITS SO EASY TO SEE THIS HAPPEN??!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DID, I WAS ACTUALLY QUITE CALM AND CONTENTED.&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU WANNA PICK THIS KIND OF FIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;DAMN JUST LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS, I JUST WANT MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;MUST I GET A GIRLFRIEND AND START SCREWING HER ON THE STREET BEFORE YOU GUYS BACK OFF??!&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS DAMNIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115832904321933454?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115832904321933454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh finally, the peace, joy and bliss of the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;been waiting for today like some kid eager to chew his first gum.&lt;br /&gt;well, happy to say that the bulk of the papers are completed,&lt;br /&gt;its still left with 2 more "major" papers before we hit slacksville.&lt;br /&gt;Literature and Physics. hmm. a very weird  combination don't you all think?&lt;br /&gt;anyway had chemistry today, really thanking the Lord that my hard "bite the bullet" schedule paid off.&lt;br /&gt;it was not that gruelling, compared to other school's papers like RI or ACS.&lt;br /&gt;though there was a VERY VERY stupid mistake made on my part in one question..&lt;br /&gt;don't think that mistake is EVER pardonable, but hey, thank the stars at least i made that mistake during the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if i did that during the os.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wouldn't even be able to imagine it, i'll be seething with rancour and rage. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, finally able to blog three-fold compared to previous occasions..&lt;br /&gt;been really busy these past few days to be troubled by anything..&lt;br /&gt;could have sworn i lost my emotions and feelings the past 5 days or so..&lt;br /&gt;it has just been very mechanic..&lt;br /&gt;apologies to the world here... i'm a robot during the examination periods = no life.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. give me a week more.. and i'll be back, for a short period of time before "robot mode" gets switched on again for the big Os.&lt;br /&gt;THEN........ hurhurhur.. i'll be free as hydrogen gas.. haha..  even a rendevous at 3 am is possible.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well, LIT is coming up.. shite shite shite.. gotta brush up on my use of vocab and such..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. like i complained before, haven't touched a tome for the past 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine?? not even a tome.... what more a pamphlet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Maksim play the piano now.. he's really good..&lt;br /&gt;furthermore its raining.. really cool and calm ambience...&lt;br /&gt;makes me all fuzzy and sleepy inside..&lt;br /&gt;its a kind of feeling where you feel you're all logy, but then again you're still concious..&lt;br /&gt;a partial dip in and out of subconcious kind of thingy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;maybe hot milo will help.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets see, to do today:&lt;br /&gt;1. settle a few stuff for monday's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;2. start lit (mamamia...)&lt;br /&gt;3. try and fuse in physics if possible.&lt;br /&gt;4. clean out the "dust that ate my homework" from under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. remind carissa that her cute little "source As" are fundementally boggling.. if you all know what i mean.. =p&lt;br /&gt;6. catch up on my new best friend, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers all.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115814906495011686</id><published>2006-09-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:04:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah a few papers down, lots more to go.&lt;br /&gt;had physics prac today.&lt;br /&gt;we were lucky.. it was hell much simpler than MYE..&lt;br /&gt;BUT i screwed up one portion.&lt;br /&gt;uahifuhuiasfbdbiubidhsfao!!!&lt;br /&gt;screw it.. calculated value wrongly...&lt;br /&gt;Damn... hoping that didn't do me in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life's pretty much boring,&lt;br /&gt;exams, lunch, home, books, exams&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle repeats itself, like a woman's menstural cycle.&lt;br /&gt;i would put it all down, but i have to run, still have 7 odd more chapters to go for bio.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: bio and add maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115814906495011686?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115814906495011686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115814906495011686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115814906495011686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115814906495011686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-few-papers-down-lots-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115803901053614288</id><published>2006-09-11T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:30:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise for the use of offensive language.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;i was just frazzled yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday's papers were not bad i must say.&lt;br /&gt;gone with ss and emath 1.&lt;br /&gt;today's one was not too bad too. gone with EL2.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's one i'd better be lucky. haha.&lt;br /&gt;phy3.&lt;br /&gt;well, tuition later,&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115803901053614288?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115803901053614288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115803901053614288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115803901053614288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115803901053614288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-apologise-for-use-of-offensive.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115796905828345567</id><published>2006-09-11T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:04:18.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is so not the day.&lt;br /&gt;almost running into overdrive and explosive.&lt;br /&gt;screw the teacher, screw the barber, screw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so my hair is longer than his??&lt;br /&gt;hello, miss "i'm-always-correct-you-just-keep-quiet" bitch,&lt;br /&gt;use your fucking god-damned eyes to see that his hair is longer dimwit.&lt;br /&gt;AND, its so not about the hair.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting him go scott free and giving me the slip.&lt;br /&gt;yea thanks real lot, like i need to waste too much time making a trip to the bloody barber who cuts like shit because i'm just too smart.&lt;br /&gt;so much for demonstrating your "wrath" because you let a "oh-so-small-student-like-joshua-lim" talk back to you.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna play, you got it,&lt;br /&gt;no need a formal invitation for such games.&lt;br /&gt;you watch your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh and for the record, Madam "my hairstyle sucks", stop filrting with boys younger than you. it makes us sick. and do try to sue your barber or something. i'll pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note, the above ranting was based on a TOTAL FICTION. no resemblence whatsoever. i was just feeling my blog needed a little primetime action.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115781511892757421</id><published>2006-09-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:18:38.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 More Blummering days to Armageddon......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm peachy really,&lt;br /&gt;peachy to the verge of wanting so much to gather as much people at the end of the year to have a mass witch-trials for our SS books.&lt;br /&gt;SS is a whole mass of trival bovine excretion.&lt;br /&gt;i believe to a VERY HUMONGOUSLY EXTREMELY LARGE EXTENT that we should trash it.&lt;br /&gt;have i argued my point through?&lt;br /&gt;oh i think so.&lt;br /&gt;i've said my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, starting to feel jittery already..&lt;br /&gt;and its not even sunday yet!&lt;br /&gt;damned daisy dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. its unfair..&lt;br /&gt;right, maybe its just bad expierience with last minute heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;well, watching i am sam right now, a nice show really.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. slacking on the job i am..&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for good shows.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115781511892757421?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115781511892757421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115781511892757421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. did a whole lot of propagandish crap today,&lt;br /&gt;as known as Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in ECP today studying with weijie and elis.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. that was swell, but i wanna play everyday!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;argh.. 3 more blummering days to the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;haha... gonna be over soon!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;2 more months 2 more months..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'm kinda high today. sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115771719943940371?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115771719943940371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>60. Has it been that much?&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i finally reach my 60th post here since switching from friendster.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. time really flies.. or maybe i just blog alot.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well just gotten back from school.&lt;br /&gt;had bio the earlier part of the day,&lt;br /&gt;then lunched at some funky ice-cream palor and bakery with pak kee, naomi, jane, stanley, benjamin and carissa.&lt;br /&gt;officially spent the last of my cash today.. wahaha.. going into savings to survive now..&lt;br /&gt;tsk.. studying does require food stuffs and sufficient carbs you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition in a bit, now feeling mundane-ly lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;well.. can't do anything much in these 20 mins..&lt;br /&gt;off to the piano then, found this really sweet piece called "claudine"..&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! to all garfield fans, we should be happy for Jon arbuckle who has finally gotten liz as a GIRLFRIEND! haha finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115752194965956040?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115752194965956040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115752194965956040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115752194965956040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115752194965956040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/60.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115746702633524630</id><published>2006-09-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:37:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Seeing summer in a touch of winter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling lighter with every step i climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowing healing, the heart with the splinter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not so hard now, to find words that rhyme."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just dawns on some how stupid one has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we try to look so hard, scope every situation, think of every plausable way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to find that at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the root and the answer lies in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DELUSION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We keep telling ourselves, its going to be better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something's gonna work out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people's going to see it in perspective,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what really matters is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if HE wants it HIS way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then His will be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simple, subtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not our will, not your will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but his will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i've just hit the wall and realise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'd stop walking and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'd stopped resisting, and followed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things might have been better before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i've just found my answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115746702633524630?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115746702633524630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115746702633524630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115746702633524630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115746702633524630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/09/seeing-summer-in-touch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115711689363778609</id><published>2006-09-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:21:33.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's a smuck.&lt;br /&gt;Personally i do not know what a smuck particularly is, but it seemed fitting for the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;might be a new joshy-snazzy word coming up there.&lt;br /&gt;right. with that done, like i was saying life is a smuck.&lt;br /&gt;been cooped up at the esplanade 3 out of 5 days this week, biting the friggin bullet and shoving the whole physics textbook down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;fruitful, i must admit, but tiring and definatly burning a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;just like today, i can't believe i actually spent 4.80 for 5 pieces of chicken wings??!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, they were nice and tasty, but i can't actually i even splurged on them!&lt;br /&gt;man.. today i came to a realisation on a statement made by my senior a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;"when you study for your Os, you'll always be broke."&lt;br /&gt;a year ago i was thinking "ookayy.." but now, i totally sympathise.&lt;br /&gt;so there, joshua lim is broke for the rest of the week. how cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;i should probably start a list of joshy-snazzy ideologies.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. the things o level students do in their free time eh..&lt;br /&gt;well. charmed's on now.. leo's about to die..&lt;br /&gt;and piper's not gonna give in without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well at least she's facing the problem full front,&lt;br /&gt;instead of running away like what others would do.&lt;br /&gt;she's funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what are you running from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115711689363778609?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115685098347414472</id><published>2006-08-29T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:29:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bibbity Bobbity Boo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang.. i just realised the vast quantities of teacher's day cards to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all there's NINE cards. sheesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, maybe if you're a girl, you might think, hey 9 cards is probably nothing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but do keep in mind i used to fail art, and not meaning to be sexist or anything, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i do think that the girls are much better at doing such things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so there. 9 cards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. lets discuss the politics of teacher's day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say i have 9 cards, but yet there are 12 teachers that come in contact and have taught me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i wonder what does that show.. hmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, you can't blame me, but i'm sure there's a certain kind of politics and system governing one's choices and decisions of what to buy for whom during this very special occasion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok. i don't think i should continue with this topic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its kinda touchy.. haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;probably time to get on with the cards anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115685098347414472?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115685098347414472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115685098347414472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115685098347414472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115685098347414472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/bibbity-bobbity-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115682931284806430</id><published>2006-08-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:28:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So i'm back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably about time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;been away for a good 2 weeks already.&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in the course of these few days, actually i can't remember most of them.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been indulging in LOST these few days. haha.. wanna get LOST too..&lt;br /&gt;thinkin it'll be kinda cool to be in their situation.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;well, for starters i just arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION to previous posts:&lt;br /&gt;today was indeed the &lt;strong&gt;EARLIEST&lt;/strong&gt; ever, making it back at 1 on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;like Neo would have promtly said, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had my prelims english paper 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was not that bad, just hoping i wrote legibly for the teachers at least.&lt;br /&gt;been growing tired of the "WRITE LEGIBLY" notes they've been scribbling lately.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about teachers, tommorrow's teacher's day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. haven't gotten my materials yet.. gotta do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;school's kinda nice i must say, halting our prelims for teacher's day and the day off.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, unfrotunatly for me, "days off" kinda got rescheduled to become "study days"&lt;br /&gt;Oh bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been contented these few days, pleasantly..&lt;br /&gt;just living each day within my means i guess.&lt;br /&gt;gotten a few surprises here and there,&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, its nice to see your influence in someone/something prosper.&lt;br /&gt;gives that warm fuzzy feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;well, its just 2 more months to the big ones, after which i'll denounce officially my title of NERD for about a month or two and just go crazy on every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh i just can't wait.. i wanna leave on that jet plane.. seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115682931284806430?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115682931284806430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115682931284806430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115682931284806430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115682931284806430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115607479840101493</id><published>2006-08-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:53:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathless and feeling that all this just don't make sense anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We keep telling ourselves to keep smiling, to keep searching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the end of the day, i'm just empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the use of "being there" and getting all the things i "so deserve to get"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When at the end you just look back and go, "hey, i'm not doing this in my work today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could have spent my time doing something more worthwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something that perhaps would make me happier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vocationalist? companionship? migration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps, but a greater power saw me through to a path of the knowledged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For that, eternally grateful i will ever be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes, in times like THIS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything seems so colourful, and you're the only black and white,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just wonder, was this really correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this really what i am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, you want to let others know that you need comfort, for you are saddened and weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then you see yourself as a pillar of strength for others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the reasons of not wanting to let them down or discourage them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You play a strong front, keeping silent, hoping someone, somehow can tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting the pain and the sorrow eat you up inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, true eyes do see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pick you up from whence you fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes, in your darkest and deepest world of monochrome sorrows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You realise, with great saddness and anguish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That theirs still has colour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, not wanting to taint the already joyous and colourful picture before you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You slip back into the shadows, letting tears drown you inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-lamantations of a boy in monochorome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;20.09.06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115607479840101493?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115607479840101493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115607479840101493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115607479840101493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115607479840101493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115601370879508838</id><published>2006-08-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:55:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First up.&lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful day today, great break from the hustle and bustle of the week.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say, don't really want this day to end.&lt;br /&gt;cause after today, life's gonna hit back to the bottom of the pit like nobody's business again.&lt;br /&gt;and the race will begin again. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;well, not actually feeling THAT well today, physically and psy-ly ( if there was ever such a word)&lt;br /&gt;with two freaking ulers on the lips that restrict you from pronouncing the simplest of words, and a freaking feeling of self distress and being strung up and taken for, well, it kinda wouldn't be VERY good.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Thank God for the day.. marvelous marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, really started the ball rolling when i went to meet weijie and elis for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay.. techincally i was the ONLY one having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the both of them just watched.. WELL.. we WERE supposed to have dinner..&lt;br /&gt;but the both of them decided to go on a diet, strangly.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. was DEAD hungry. (not as if hunger can be dead but used as a figurative to describe that i was on the verge of eating a whole cow. - fyi to those who need it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was off to the theatre..&lt;br /&gt;took a nice long evening route that made me feel like a tourist there and i regrouped with my class not long after.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. musical was not bad.. entertaining actually... naomi and i were at shambles when it came to the part with the brollies and the part with the fmps kids. "woof woof" i'd say! haha..&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a really good effort and the standards were there.. well.. you COULD say they were. jolly good show i must say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post musical pandemonuim.&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the photography of the day.&lt;br /&gt;my date was overjoyyed!&lt;br /&gt;( the date that i am refering to is not a particualar girl i'm interested in, but instead, but soon to be wife/camera.)&lt;br /&gt;yea... i'll post them later.. so like that story goes, we went to have ice cream before rushing home.&lt;br /&gt;i almost missed the last bus.. thank goodness for the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;so got home round 1 plus, and guess what..&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind.. thinking about what happens after today is such bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my mom is finally back! yay!&lt;br /&gt;with gifts! (which she claims i can only know tomorrow.. darn..)&lt;br /&gt;i'm LOVING her RIGHT now..&lt;br /&gt;actually, ALL OF THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;ok.. that was just to express thanks..&lt;br /&gt;on to the photos.&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/1044/3147/320/DSCN0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, the partners in crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leo-ness and i.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;two roses and a thron in the middle. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the cast of desperate "schoolgirls"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Issac. ben. josh. stanley&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/1044/3147/320/DSCN0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the people the chicken rice in the canteen should be very AFRAID of..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Natties meets jinxy lesbians.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;natalie and her cute dress.. haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jane nat josh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;smart brained and the smart mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jane's famous "i am angsty" shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The lion sleeps tonight.. caught! busted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0032.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HUH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Newest LV model. move aside giselle, and make way for jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the bubblies wish you good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115601370879508838?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115601370879508838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115601370879508838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115601370879508838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115601370879508838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-up.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115591229534834461</id><published>2006-08-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:44:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel a certain vibe in the atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;a certain feeling of excitement,&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, two pieces of GREAT NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;1. i oficially declare myself FINE. haha! after what has happened these few days, it has shrugged itself off somehow! haha!&lt;br /&gt;2. tomorrow is gonna be an exciting day. haha.. like jane rightly puts it, le grandeur! haha! we shall see what happens eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, pouring over physics now, deciding to study INTO THE NIGHT, for once this whole chaotic week.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning too is devoted to the books, we sec 4s lead VERY mundane lives don't you all think?&lt;br /&gt;then at 4, its heading down to esplanade to find interesting snapshots.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. 6 meeting weijie and elis for a nice dinner before the musical.&lt;br /&gt;haha! can't wait can't wait! haha... its so gonna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today its a very special day! no.. its not because of the opening of the musical,&lt;br /&gt;BUT, its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CARISSA HONG's BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO CARISSA's CATASTROPHE (and her fat kid eating pie for that matter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115591229534834461?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115591229534834461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115591229534834461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115591229534834461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115591229534834461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-certain-vibe-in-atmosphere.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115548608873260440</id><published>2006-08-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:21:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be sleeping now,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't sleep a wink,&lt;br /&gt;well, most probably due to the coke a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;haha well, i've realised i just started a trend!&lt;br /&gt;a "to-do-list" trend that quite a few have picked up.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. including jane and carissa.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, was blog surfing just a bit ago, and bumped into jane's! haha..&lt;br /&gt;she was talking about the upcoming founder's day dinner that we would be going to.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually had a conversation with her yesterday about the prospect of the FFD and ended up getting all so excited about the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. we were discussing dressing and colours, and enving the previous sec 4 batch for their never ending flair and pomp in the hotel that night.&lt;br /&gt;haha, in the end we made a pact, jane in a DRESS, and i in a unconfirmed yet but outlined suit.&lt;br /&gt;haha! well, really excited for that event, come to think about it, really can't wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with jane now actually, she's trying to SEW her dress for this coming saturday's musical. haha..&lt;br /&gt;now have to look for other counterparts to wear the dress with jane. hmm.. naomi? carissa? chanel?&lt;br /&gt;haha! well, didn't really accomplish much today, only did a whole lot of math.. no sciences, and i'm feeling the impact of the guilt.. maybe i'll go do some chem now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115548608873260440?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115548608873260440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115548608873260440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115548608873260440'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/NO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shot of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for better quality and bigger size, go to my flickr photo stream.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rebellious nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;angst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contrasting ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, also a reminder for me to say NO to giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life may be difficult, but at the end of the day, its gonna be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to those who's been telling me to press on and not to give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this photo is dedicated to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115540493405185427?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115540493405185427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115540493405185427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115540493405185427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115540493405185427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/shot-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115540445584146415</id><published>2006-08-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:40:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greetings all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.. went for planetshaker's concert today with jac, joelyn, yun xing, joshua toh, lanz and esmonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was a fairsian playground today, met so many groups. haha.. but mostly sec 3s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was rumoured that the sec 4s went yesterday. oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, the day was pretty much average,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went around orchard before going to class with my new toy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my uncle loaned me his nikon 5000.. its kinda fun to play with, more features and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i might buy it off him, but my dear SLR, i promise to get you someday! thats my ultimate promise to you!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, snapped a few, now waiting to post-process, those goes to flickr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then it was class.. haha.. the usual ENGLISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a twist of fate in class i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i actually wasn't planning on going for the concert, as i heard the tix were all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but joash messaged me halfway and told me to contact a certain Gina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i did, and voila! i got a ticket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, so after class flew down to suntec to meet the rest for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after dinner was the concert, at expo, sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well the concert was good, though it was loud, reminded me of zouk the other time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but surprisingly my ears didn't ring after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;changi airport for drinks after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually wanted to have ice cream, but the whole concert went to changi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we were forced to have drinks instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, they had to go off early so it was a quick one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i'm darn tired, but i've still got work to do, darnnn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well these days i'm talking without perspective to emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haven't been really in control lately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some of you might know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but at least i'm one hurdle through, since yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wanna say sorry to you two..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its not bout you two and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i just need time to take control again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what happened recently was just becuase things have not been going very normally for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but thank God it was cleared up yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my sincerest apologies for any unhappiness or sadness caused..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well at least it would be MUCH better now, knowing both side's story and clearing it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it won't happen again, promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeaa.. i need time i think, but i would be fine. haha. =&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, here's photos of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lanz took some, as he was fascinated by my cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well lanz, get a cam and start shooting!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause photography is DARN fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.. yea well, enjoy folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/DSCN0032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/DSCN0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/Unwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/Unwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/DSCN0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/DSCN0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top left: Jac YX JOELYN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;middle left: the SUPER WHITE photo. tried to slavage it.. hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;middle right: the famous Lanz toh fetish for feet/ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bottom: lanz, where am i??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being Joshua is difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115540445584146415?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115540445584146415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115540445584146415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115540445584146415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115540445584146415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/greetings-all_12.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115522865650607721</id><published>2006-08-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:50:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to do by this week and next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tidy up chemistry. It has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;2. start on other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;3. tidy up my shelves. they're starting to look sinister.&lt;br /&gt;4. start saving for a spanking new canon digital SLR.&lt;br /&gt;5. revive my stagnant flickr page with more photos.&lt;br /&gt;6. catch samuel ryo before he flies off for the remaining months before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;7. pester mom to get me shoes from australia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;8. remind carissa that chanel is spelt C-H-A-N-E-L, not S-H-E-R-N-E-L&lt;br /&gt;9. scrouge for band to join after the os.&lt;br /&gt;10. ask norman if he's interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i should be sleeping now. technically.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy, but yet still quite awake at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;darn i need more adrenaline in my life.&lt;br /&gt;hence number 9 and 10 for the checklist.&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying i'm going to be a musician, i'm gonna be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;well, i've talked the walk, probably about time to walk the talk as well,&lt;br /&gt;can't be really sure if i'm fitted for this path unless i get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully i can make it.&lt;br /&gt;well, the Lord guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, things seem to be picking up.&lt;br /&gt;slowly, but steadily thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;finally sobering down to start on the important things, aka studies.&lt;br /&gt;life's starting to "un-mundanize" itself.&lt;br /&gt;starting to revive my photo collage,&lt;br /&gt;found more jazz in the storeroom,&lt;br /&gt;canon D something (can't quite remember) looks stunningly seductive.&lt;br /&gt;a selmer paris any coloured soprano sax excites me.&lt;br /&gt;dreams coming back and things becoming clearer.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to founder's day next year,&lt;br /&gt;promises of europe around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;emotions aside, you could say i'm starting to bounce back.&lt;br /&gt;take cover folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the movies officially stopped 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i'll be missing them.&lt;br /&gt;like all the super hero/ villain movies always say,&lt;br /&gt;its for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i understand.&lt;br /&gt;well, someone also told me to make things less rigid and suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;plan out what would you like to do after the os.&lt;br /&gt;and VOILA! i did.&lt;br /&gt;just because i was very bored and particularly sick of studying that day.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. THAT funky sneakers floated into my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i WOULD LIKE TO DO AFTER THE Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally design and make something with yours truely, NAOMI and NORMAN.&lt;br /&gt;( err, its no dolce and gabanna here folks. its just a crazy idea we all thought of while walking in spotlight one day. well, after the os seem to be a good time. all hail JINXY LESBIANS! heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. GO BACK TO CHIANG MAI.&lt;br /&gt;( that is a MUST DO!! i miss that PLACE! i need that for a long deserved HIATUS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make it to some place in EUROPE.&lt;br /&gt;(finally! my dream come true!! hoping.. wishing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Club till the COWS JUMPED OVER THE MOON.&lt;br /&gt;(the last time i did that, i almost got skinned, cause "its YOUR O LEVELS..." BUT after the Os.. whoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go out and take photos.&lt;br /&gt;(i will finally have the time to do a wider range of shots!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay single till next year.&lt;br /&gt;(No way in hell will i get someone.. not yet.. i wanna enjoy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Movie Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;(yes... been a very long time since i ever did that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. BIG BANQUET with MEL ANDRE NICOLE PAUL.&lt;br /&gt;( did i miss out anyone? hmm.. it was the 5 of us only for the 2 occasions right? We missed the june hols! and i miss you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Give two very "special" people a piece of MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;( their names are protected for now for very obvious reasons.. for those who know, hmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Start reading again.&lt;br /&gt;(haven't been reading for the past 4 months. thats bad. according to mrs Kwa, your reading diet should be _ number of books a month. can't really remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Finally take a group photo with the ever SPECIAL ANIMAL FARM.&lt;br /&gt;( and go out as A GROUP. yea char? haha! well.. can't wait guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Shopping and just having a whacky time.&lt;br /&gt;(all i gotta say to that is, FINALLY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha well, so thats my plan. hmm... see? i'm happy already.. excited even. thanks for hearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115522865650607721?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115522865650607721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115522865650607721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115522865650607721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115522865650607721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-to-do-by-this-week-and-next.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115511733332095567</id><published>2006-08-09T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:55:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh i'm deadbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what 5 hours of maths do to you. screw your circuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's still science to go. shoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arghh... i'm bored.. and its hot here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes, happy birthday singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. all the best for the coming years then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115511733332095567?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115511733332095567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115511733332095567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115511733332095567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115511733332095567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/gosh-im-deadbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115505222766477906</id><published>2006-08-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:50:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings all, just came back from a very LONG busride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it actually took half an hour to traverse ONE stretch of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer. well, and to think i left town at 930, but arrived home at 11..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like naomi said, PRE HOLIDAY OUTINGS ALL AROUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;point taken naomi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to catch the lake house today with alston and naomi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great activity to end my already very flustered and semi moody day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must say, the lake house was GOOD. SWELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very lovely and touching show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go watch it folks. can't relate the show.. you gotta catch it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so left the cinema feeling particulary touched and a tad bit happier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more wishful! saw a nice shirt today, along with sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i could have sworn the blazers were seucing me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man i need moolah. and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, like jane keeps saying when we meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there isn't any left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;given to contemplate the situation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've come from "oh there's still 2 years left"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to "its only 2 and a half months left."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has really flown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people in, people out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met the 4a gang of matthew, sam ryo, nat, aiyun and other gals i did't recognise just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;old friends we don't get to see often,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brought a smile to my face when i greeted them, ESPECIALLY mr chay, who did not reply val and my birthday messages to him and gave us the impression that he was 6 feet under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some good friend/ex senior in law huhh.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nah joking.. matthew, if you're reading this, we still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right, point is that, soon we'll be like that too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seperated. only the true ones will stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the 4a gang today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest will just fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like what val and i were talking about a very very long time ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will we ever be like the previous batch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so lively, so bonded, so close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at them. still going strong, greeting each other as though they just met the day before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like they're still studying in FMSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly back then, both of us envied them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sad for the fact that we were just one year late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know about her, but now, as I look back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've gotta say, though we may be different, i think we'll be just fine too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how bout you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. dang i'm tired, but i still gotta go do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that something is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better get going first before i knock out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115505222766477906?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115505222766477906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115505222766477906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115505222766477906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115505222766477906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/greetings-all-just-came-back-from-very.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115495384604410937</id><published>2006-08-07T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:30:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well its not everyday where you get bitched at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people really just don't learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To them, the world is just simply THEIR way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything else is just seconday to their very parachial line of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just absolute to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its THIS WAY, NO WAY ELSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we stand up for what we think is correct, and display a little deserved irritation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we get shot and "put back into place" and asked to consider rationality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wanna talk about rationality? fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how about the many things that are left unsolved under YOUR care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're talking about money here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what YOU are whining about is just PAPER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, consider it first before telling us to consider some rationality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right. i'm in a rush.. i'll continue later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115495384604410937?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115495384604410937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115495384604410937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115495384604410937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115495384604410937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-its-not-everyday-where-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115485747237088867</id><published>2006-08-06T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:44:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Life of M and M chocolates under Joshua's evil and tyranical rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We huddled together in stark fear, waiting for our impending doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the darkness we shiver, and reminisence about the past events that led to this horrendous capture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one could remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The last thing all of us remembered was a curtain of darkness befalling over our sugar coated shells, and the next a permanent darkness that engulfed all our bodies in a sack like prison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muffled sounds of loud singers float across the thin layer of the sack, and the occasional "ding dong"s made us prick up in fear and attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly we were tossed around the bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sudden earthquake ripped across our tiny world and a gigantic din pierced the silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAM, we slammed with force against a hard surface, causing some casualties for the more unfortunate thin shelled individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rattle of metallic objects, exchange of booming conversation, and we were off again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the earthquake taking up a sudden vengence and resuming with full force,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throwing us against the thin walls of the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then without warning, came the weirdest sensation of our entire sugar shelled lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling of lightness that one could not comprehend, the sudden feeling of weightlessness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;floating across a span of long seconds, then WHAM! the earthquake resumes again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knocking the most of us unconcious, myself included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiipppppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Light bursts into the surrounding as all of us tumble like a stream out of the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we roll into a conical tank, made out of a hard, cold material, which pricked and stung our sugar coated shells without any much of mercy and compassion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This CANNOT be good, i thought as i rolled to land on the top pile of bodies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the peak of the mini everest of yellow, green, blue and red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS SO NOT A TYPICAL SUNDAY AFTERNOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly a flexible claw came tumbling down upon us before we could even say "cat in the hat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shot into the tank and just missed me just by a bit, grabbing out the rest of my beloved friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reddy, Greenny, Yellowwy, 1, 2, 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in the future i will never see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( for your information this is NOT a cute nursery rhyme. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and indeed, that was the last time i ever heard of them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not as if i ever heard them since we do not have ears, but again, this is for your information just a figure of speech as M and Ms DO NOT have ears, or mouths for that matter, and the author will bear no responsibility for freaked out children who are scared of talking or evesdropping M and Ms after reading a particular story thereafter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I waited in horror in the tank, waited for the reappearance of the EVIL CLAW, praying hard for a sort of way out of this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( again, just a figure of speech, as i don't think M and Ms have a god.. hmmm..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it was all over when the CLAW suddenly reappeared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poised and ready for the kill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i could have sworn i could see pieces of reddy on the tip of its talons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anytime now, i held my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( once again, another FOS. not full of shit by the way... do i have to keep doing this?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the claw simply lingered.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after what seemed to be hours on end, the claw finally withdrew into the outer boundaries unseen by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not believe my immense luck, and breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( I'm not saying anything already..... so THERE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as we all lie in the sudden peacfulness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could not help but to wonder what will REALLY happen next.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;editor's note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, firstly i was bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i just finished the poor packet of M and Ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happened was i went to get water, and later simply tipped the whole bowl into my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just HAD to have chocolate at that point in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not everyday where the heros live right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes they just gotta go to make us appreciate the ones that come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its called MUTUAL SACRIFICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. anyway, i hope you all enjoyed the story as much as i enjoyed typing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115485747237088867?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115485747237088867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115485747237088867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115485747237088867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115485747237088867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-of-m-and-m-chocolates-under.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115475787446533797</id><published>2006-08-04T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:04:34.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday Mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. Jazz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. Reading the News&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. Playing games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. kicking my already battered soccer ball in the corridors outside and making lots of noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. dreaming of anything and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. taking photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. playing the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good afternoon all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks like the saturday afternoon is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was listening to jazz and doing homework a while ago before lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn.. have tuition later though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. not that productive this morning actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up feeling dazed and disorientated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk about forgetting everything when you wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's still a tiny glich of depressed nature in me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TINY. MINISCULE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curable by playing the sims later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. recently got hooked to the sims 2 for de-stress purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill the people.. haha.. kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm nice to them.. use cheats to make them rich and give them a nice life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know what to say actually.. haha.. i'm bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH! i don't know how to continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit.. aii.. i'm gonna bath now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cya all tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a good staurday afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115475787446533797?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115475787446533797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115475787446533797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115475787446533797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115475787446533797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115470131547360227</id><published>2006-08-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:21:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.. In love with the picture that i took not long back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm hoping for this one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCN1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna see the sun again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115470131547360227?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115470131547360227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115470131547360227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115470131547360227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115470131547360227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115469865386562336</id><published>2006-08-04T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:37:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got home not too long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was a 2 hour plus sch day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm... founders day celebrations for the sec 3s 4 s and 5s..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second one so far, attended the one last night with the 2005 batch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time has indeed flown by..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was telling jane yesterday, how soon will it finally be our turn next year yeasterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh well went to sentosa with weijie elis and jane later on today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. got myself a tan there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, wasn't really feeling top grade over there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been feeling squashed these few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really bugged and bogged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems that life isn't fair sometimes.. haven't really been focusing and such..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeaa gotta say a word of thanks to weijie.. you know why dude... haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really need to clear somethings and start moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my own sake i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well haven't had the time to think these few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been one hell of a bullet ride lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything is beginning and ending so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hard to say, but i'm kinda lost in transition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stuck in the gridlock of trying to piece things together slowly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn i need novocaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna play the piano now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115469865386562336?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115469865386562336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115469865386562336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115469865386562336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115469865386562336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/greetings-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115442920970503491</id><published>2006-08-01T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:46:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got home not long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;detoured home to have dinner before heading out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see my bro in hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn.. if there's one thing that i learnt today, it would be to cherish everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a nasty shock earlier today about what happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NASTY.. i was thinking.. what if something ever happened and i never got to apologise for all the wrong i ever did him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then hit REGRET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man.. that really sucked.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though in the end i managed to coerce myself not to think about it too much and he'll be fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just had a very very very nasty shock today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, least it got me thinking and thanking the Lord for EVERYONE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAMILY, TRUE FRIENDS, FRIENDS, MENTORS etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you all SWELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tied in with the message in chapel today as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could have sworn it was a very clear sign and instruction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. oh well.. going off to catch him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see ya all later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115442920970503491?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115442920970503491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115442920970503491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115442920970503491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115442920970503491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/08/aye.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115427246431762322</id><published>2006-07-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:14:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evening all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's word:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indeed, jazz plays apart in every aspect of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for starters, i've been jazzing my life away as of recently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i know, at least i've started to slow down and start to panic a little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, its just funny why we're all not running around screaming like a bunch of crazed loonys but still enjoying life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jazzing life away, i call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people say to me, carpe diem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its still swing and swung for me at this stage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i think i'll be swing and swung even during the Os,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey, at least i'm starting to panic, a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, update on life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugged up for the sake of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrote a few essays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worried for a few people, things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought a new shirt (finally!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a fun friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yess.. other than that, life's just a tad bit boring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i emphasize, TAD bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. like i was telling carissa today, i need more excitement in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. went to see naomi dance today at SAJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. cool dance i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great job naomi! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed down to plaza sing for dinner later, and chatted about dead fish and the impact of it on out civilization, literally its IMPACT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. it was homeward bound after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i was thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you actually can't expect life to get THAT exciting now, furthermore with the Os and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps after november, but definatly not now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i was telling weijie the other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is only a matter of time before i get buried in a hole.. and the only way to get me out is to bomb me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, its good to know that other people are feeling happy still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least there is a glimmer of happiness around. somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. i just realised that i haven't been posting the story for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. doesn't mean i haven't been working on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i have been, but haven't found a good place to cut yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, been caught up with many temporal and lets say frivolious things of the late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking back, i have no idea what happened then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;personally i'm just speechless, and i guess silence is golden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i learnt today to trust more, question less,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets just say that will be my choice for the course to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all, the aftermath still lingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah yes jane has sent me the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG2946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner farce. The ones that made it and the DANCER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The difference between FUNKY and PLAIN SILLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I'm NOT worshipping it. i'm just an activist. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115427246431762322?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115427246431762322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115427246431762322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115427246431762322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115427246431762322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/evening-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115410705178774689</id><published>2006-07-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:17:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey folks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got back not long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn the party topped it today i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great stress reliever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, a continuation of the previous post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to meet miss liang and hia before heading there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got there, food was great, party was great, people were funky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sang, ate, mingled,played, yaked the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haah.. now i'm darn tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continue tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115410705178774689?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115410705178774689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115410705178774689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115410705178774689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115410705178774689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-folksjust-got-back-not-longdarn.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115407946841897864</id><published>2006-07-28T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:41:50.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;earliest i've been home so far today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha... well, partly due to the event later on at jeremy tan zy's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, its a farewell party. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully its fun. i need a good break now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, would have stayed and watched the ndp today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the band is playing, and i'm missing out! damnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. wanna play again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, oh well, parents came to fetch bro, so i hopped on too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now stoning infront here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still in my uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 530, meeting miss liang and hia around 730 i think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe i'll go up myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom got a new laptop.. some singtel thing. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its wireless! wahaha.. so i don't need to stretch my head to see who comes online next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, 'testing' it out for her now. the battery is kinda at dire straits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, sorry to give a few people shocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i needed to vent it. what happened really was too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she didn't deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the innocent hydrogen peroxide corroded friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry if you found it too biting on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just that as a friend, i can't just stand by and watch you go through this torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like junior of jeraldine koh wei may rightly said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just not right man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. so forgive me if it was outright contemptuous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i gotta go get ready already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cya all later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115407946841897864?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115407946841897864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115407946841897864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115407946841897864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115407946841897864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/earliest-ive-been-home-so-far-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115400871240865625</id><published>2006-07-27T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:58:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long period of rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably needing a very very good hiatus now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for jane's 90 something day countdown to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna travel. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreams of chiang mai, italy and france keep flitting in and out recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first one is a must go. haha.. still trying to persude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second and third are dreams, hoping to turn into reality. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn, this week is rather tedious and tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not at the peak of moods i must say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but trying to get there. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been bogged down by a whole lot of piling things and trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piling things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dust under my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tissue paper in the waste basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the above point, is due to my seriously malfunctioning nose. it has been 4 days. though its better, my throat is now affected and dry. GREAT..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a great imbalance somewhere i'd swear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole world's going topsy turvy half the time i don't even know what hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take for example,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't even know that there was a rule now to stay away from female friends who are hitched and attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought friends could just stay as friends, no harm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow the guys seem to have a "they will elope secretly" mentality stuck right up their ass into their cerebellum, and hell they'll just stick with this thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though the situation is very clear that these two friends are just FRIENDS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the chances of them coming together and "eloping secretly" are as low as Ghandi carrying a pistol or beating his kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the worst part is, the "offender" doesn't get the punishment, but lo ho ho! the friends attached get the punishment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the "offender" gets is a very sullen and black face by the over paraniod guy and a very bad mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad mood? why? because they feel bad that their friends get this sort of punishments and at the same time feel sad for them for enrolling into a nunnery, where inside, they only learn that there is only one guy, and that guy is their beau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats the very first law there. believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets not be childish about this. we've been friends longer that you've tried to get your hands locked with hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing is ever going to chage that, and the FACT that we are only FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, if you hadn't had acted like you're totally whack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did not have started squealing and giving her the attitude when i come around to talk to her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would have thought that she actually might have deserved you and actually congratulated the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little info, i actually was HAPPY for her when i found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now? i REGRET that i actually told her once to follow her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you two wanna live in a world of your own, i'm fine with that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but please don't restrict her till she can't even have a proper 10 second chat with other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's trying her best to keep in touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i beseech you, know that a relationship is about trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not about keeping the person in a cage just because something might have happened in the passion of the spur of a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be brutally frank here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgive you and lets get on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now the ball is in YOUR court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play it wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115400871240865625?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115400871240865625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115400871240865625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115400871240865625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115400871240865625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115383405022990372</id><published>2006-07-25T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:27:30.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh finally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blogger is up and running today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felt too whacked yesterday to keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, my nose has been giving me a whole bunch of trouble lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously a whole bunch. from work to moods to friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wanna say i'm sorry for any stupid things done, or caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forgive my state of irritation for my health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying the funky chinese medicines and stuff, but they seem to work reeaaall slowly.. well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank God that today is very much better, compared to yesterday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. wished jane was there to spike my face yesterday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i'll be knocked out and sedated. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. don't really have much to say now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well maybe except supercalifrageslisticexpialidocious if you'd want me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come to think of it, i don't even think its the correct spelling. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115383405022990372?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115383405022990372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115383405022990372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115383405022990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115383405022990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115365697005361200</id><published>2006-07-23T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:16:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes i was being ultimatly frank in my previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that this problem really is a big one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'll really have to find what i'm looking for again.. fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, other than that, i'm fine and on the way back to my normal cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i hope that i didn't startle anyone with the previous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just stating feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, i was contemplating wether to put this post up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i decided, what the hell, since i aready wrote it, why not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i aplogise for any shocks and startles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO, i'm not going to commit suicide via means of drinking coke till i die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and NO i did not smash any windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were just examples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. i'm still quite happy with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'll find what i'm looking for soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i already know what to look for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to those who know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks alot guys, for cheering me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want all of you to know that this has just been something to open my eyes bigger to see better and to get my act together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. no hard feelings. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll personally thank you guys when i see you all.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so all in all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still lovin it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of that, i feel like having macs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;macs anyone? someday... haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115365697005361200?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115365697005361200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115365697005361200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115365697005361200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115365697005361200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-was-being-ultimatly-frank-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115365579750683326</id><published>2006-07-23T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:01:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up not long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sadly forgot what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do not know what to say about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly this is just about the most truthful and sincere that you have of me so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened yesterday happened for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That i took as a sign, to haul ass, to press on, to do it with my own blood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not with INK on a piece of paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sad, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was disappointed, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was angry at myself, probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i know that if thats what it is, thats what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats what He wants, so be it, i'll stay firm and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what i'm really weeping for, where the cut really cuts deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is over the question, "where have my dreams gone to?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise that, sadly, i've lost my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they've reduced to becoming something that i can't even comprehend already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or they've been crushed, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see the masterpiece behind the brass instrument as i used to see anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has just become a piece of brass to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't see the passion behind love anymore as i used to feel or hear about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fall short, and crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened yesterday, i can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, i'm already over feeling self pity and anger over what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what my friends, family said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a learning expierience, and i'll do better the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To you guys, thanks for being there, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take this as something that will push me harder in getting to where i want to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, i'm fine already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what i can't live with, is that my dreams have somehow been extinguished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i can cry over it, smash windows, drink coke till i die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey, its not going to help, its NEVER going to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can leave it, and retain my cheer, go to school tomorrow, meet friends, be cheerful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still having that hole there that will slowly expand and one day consume me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all you out there who feel as if you have lost your dreams, or perhaps maybe in the hustle and bustle of this world, you have forgotten it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wanna say i understand, and i'm sorry for thinking that it was no big deal before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i'm here, i can say that it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i guess, the only thing that we can only do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to just start dreaming all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in Faith, in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll find that spark again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115365579750683326?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115365579750683326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115365579750683326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115365579750683326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115365579750683326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-woke-up-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115357633674316826</id><published>2006-07-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:52:16.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feet are aching..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oww.. but, i'm not regretting. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, spent the whole good saturday out today with my two great friends weijie and elis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, valerie came along. BUT, to the valerie chua reading this, valerie here is elis's niece, or grandcousin, or something like that. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, the to-do list was very short and sweet today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. get boot laces  (weijie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. get shin guards (weijie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. buy weijie a collared shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. elis wants clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. joshua wants to slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, we managed to complete all of the above, so you could call today fruitful. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erm, for all you out there who might be probably wondering where no.1 2 and 3 fit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 and 2 was just weijie's list. 3 was weijie's early birthday present for an animal farm occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just compiling everything up, see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. anyway, wasn't too perked up in the early afternoon, due to a certain matter of disappointments and a growling stomach, of course not pertaining to those 2! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it turned out fine i'd say after lunch. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it did not bode well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm feeling like shat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115357633674316826?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115357633674316826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115357633674316826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115357633674316826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115357633674316826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-feet-are-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115349930688241758</id><published>2006-07-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:28:27.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm i just found my old school diaries..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. sure does bring back many memeories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a blast reading through them again. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hello folks. haven't been having the luxury of being able to blog lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today marks the point in my life where everything comes full circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see today is FSB's hand over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my last phototaking with the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last time i'll be able to wear the blazers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, full circle as we may call it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or perfect square or equilateral triangle for that matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sure did not feel FULL at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talk endlessly about the importance of roots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the essence of tradition, the strength of bondage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but rip out the very foundation and roots intervowen with tradition that spans over many years in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pity ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i would just like to say a BIG THANK YOU to FSB for making me who i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously. i wouldn't be the person i am today if it was not for FSB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, my seniors would agree wholeheartedly on it.. yeaa guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss the scoldings, encouragements, funky times, and of course the MUSIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do listen to Amelia now that i'm gone eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all can consider it my "dyingwish".. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and YES... chauh aiwee.. i want my FAREWELL!!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. alls well that ends well.. thats all i gotta say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and good riddance to bad rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well..so, basically, if one took out a certain midgit i mean fidgit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and blocked out a few rays of sueable hairstyle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today has indeed been full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or perfect square, or equilateral triangle for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy the shots folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCF1899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;josh. joa. val. sel. issac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/DSCF1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2005-2006.without alston..again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1044/3147/320/P1010443.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The NIRMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/P1010452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO MORE nirma. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/P1010449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jolly good I must say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/P1010453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Val! Weijie! Josh! Joa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/P1010463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This guy is hot.." says weijie.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/P1010499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ongsy and co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All's well that ends well.indeeed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115349930688241758?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115349930688241758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115349930688241758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115349930688241758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115349930688241758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-i-just-found-my-old-school-diaries.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115313987020759758</id><published>2006-07-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:37:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ran out of foolscap paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, just came home not long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big mistake today to take 197.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took hell long.. actually it looped around the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk about around the bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this went literally AROUND the bush just to get to marine parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should have just waited for 196, at least that would be STRAIGHT, with a little looping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. well, dozed off on the bus, so it wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had chinese listening compre today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last part of the whole long chinese os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow.. i could understand and do the questions. wahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its over!! for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be glad.. haha.. anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed to queensway shopping centre with weijie, elis and kim later that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am VERY puzzled and boggled by something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can queensway shopping centre, a reknowned sports apparel merchat "flag-ship"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lack a simple 2 strands of soccer boot shoelaces??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we literally trapeezed around the levels, and only found bootlaces in 1 out of 7 shops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sad thing was that the bootlaces did not match weijie's boot colour. aww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, was fruitless this trip.. we'll try again soon eh dude? haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just pray that the next place we go to will be INFLUXED with bootlaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well anway went to ikea for a snack later on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met celeste there! all you people who are now going,"celeste.. sounds familiar.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes she is, primary school mate.. err.. now in cresent girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, val wants me to put up more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here there are for your viewing pleasure. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's one for the egoist. haha. YOU enjoy this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1044/3147/320/CIMG0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. would you believe me if i said we were acting in singing in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you guys see a similarity??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/CIMG0389.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0389.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/CIMG0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0406.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not exactly very inviting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just to make val happier.. old times, val, dear senior and i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115313987020759758?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115313987020759758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115313987020759758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115313987020759758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115313987020759758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115298262012676491</id><published>2006-07-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:57:05.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wings" by gustavo santaolalla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the last track of brokeback mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its main theme. really a haunting melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just makes you sit back and ponder, freedom, love, time, space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gee.. if only i had been born a cowboy in wyoming.. find a nice lady, settle down with sheep and great sweeping lands with the mountains as my neighbours. kids to fockle and play on the porch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nice simple, quiet yet vast life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. life is definatly throwing a curved ball these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can just feel it leave a deep mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like carissa rightly said in her blog, four long years finally cut down to four short months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its going to end soon, whether we like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't you just think life is a tragic story, a splendid poem, woven through fabrics of feelings, through the fabric of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an oscar winning performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pulitzer prize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nobel book prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many things spell LIFE and represent all its glorious splendour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we're forgetting the main thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life, at the end of the day, behind the mask of so many different metaphors that anyone can ever come up with, is sadly and realistically, still LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hasn't been that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life, is LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that simple. the complication comes when people try to interprete it, when its all in their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that results in screwups and falling short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take away all the assumptions and interpretations, and hell just live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right. day was pretty okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to support my little creatures after class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FSB got a silver! and i'm happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? because they improved a great lot! 75 percent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just 5 percent more! in time we'll see results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have faith. like mr sim said, move on and work harder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to FSB:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys, though i was late in catching you all play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'm really very sorry.. i felt like a total jerk when i arrived),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all i've gotta say is great job on the silver! at least we maintained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, the journey is still long, and there's time to improve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great improvement in this competition by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the competition, you all might notice something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a case on ship jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. not ship jumping, but ship abandoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i gotta say to that is, good riddance to bad rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we don't need such things. we're a blessed group of people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't get complacent, and just strive for the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that went for dinner with val selene and alston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took a stroll around suntec city after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selene's free camera was kinda bizzaire.. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, actually, my mood is dipping today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its called low sugar rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking about sugar rushes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;according to mrs kwa, it has been scientifically proven that for a couple, the average sugar rush will last for 6 months. true? you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i'm kinda 30 percent happy, 50 percent dismal, 15 percent regretful and 5 percent angsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk about mixed up huhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when transparency capitalizes over good humouredness, the rain will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've said my peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well waiting for sel to send the photos, and i'll end with a collage today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you guys like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1044/3147/320/joshnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Char and I! the restricted and the retro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh. Val. Alston. Sel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marylin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Versus CHANEL. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0408.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barney never was THAT friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Likewise, val was NEVER THAT sweet!! aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/BAD..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was bad. trust me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/CIMG0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They make good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115298262012676491?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115298262012676491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115298262012676491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115298262012676491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115298262012676491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-of-daywings-by-gustavo.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115288474332933284</id><published>2006-07-14T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:45:43.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To FSB:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all of my little creatures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the best for tomorrow's competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys really have improved a GREAT deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God that He blessed FSB with a good conductor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping that he stays for good. i can see hope in his staying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do have fun tomorrow. main thing is not the prize, or the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its about the passion. what we play up there as musicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our main purpose is not to compete, not to gain glory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to "play to our heart's content".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do that tomorrow, and you guys will be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leave everything else to Him above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll see all of you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life indeed has been slow the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just had my oral exams for chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally sucked to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never in a million, gazillion, trillion years would i have expected the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do i look like i sue my parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115288474332933284?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115288474332933284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115288474332933284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115288474332933284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115288474332933284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115245963701147686</id><published>2006-07-09T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T08:40:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny i seem to have the sudden urge to conduct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since the start of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been feeling vibes and waves of which i can't explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i've been out of the buisiness for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i HUNGER to conduct, HUNGER to play the sax..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need SAX!! ophone that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i should just steal one from the band room one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have the urge to do all things musical suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, it has been my dream just to conduct once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any band, any song. just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping that this year would shine some light on it somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but meanwhile, the hunger still remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;norman's idea of a band suddenly seems VERY VERY interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh by the way, trivia time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little more about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've always wanted to own a jazz club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nice one next to a nice lazy canal in italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shared this with norman that day. he seemed pretty keen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking for buisiness partners. anyone? haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you do the buisiness, i get the jazz, set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me if you are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp that was a little peak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got off messenger and the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling very empty for music now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't really been playing for the past 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only have the piano to keep me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart is calling out for the one instrument that will satisfy me TOTALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all know what that is yeaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. gonna nap now. will try to wake later at 130.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully if i don't make it, weijie will succeed. thanks dude by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch it later on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laments of a SAX addict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115245963701147686?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115245963701147686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115245963701147686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115245963701147686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115245963701147686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-i-seem-to-have-sudden-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115243685947596885</id><published>2006-07-09T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:21:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. just came back from church not long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really tired out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught the match last night, and whoo it was so hard trying to stay awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. actually, i failed miserably and ended up sleeping for the second half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up only to hear the german anthem playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shucks. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, at least germany won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to carissa once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadly, micheal ballack's locks didn't inspire much shock today to portugal's bollocks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait, he didn't even play today!! well, but your wish came true.. GERMANY reigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all hail the germans! long live the queen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pirates of the caribbean tonight folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do catch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;captain jack sparrow never acted so loony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. destress yourself from the hustle and bustle of the day and just laugh your socks off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh not to mention the finals.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all GOTTA watch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even joaquina's gonna watch it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why not you?? haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pasta versus escargot tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bon appetite all you socceroos one last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well academia has been slow the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been havin fun and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually frankly i don't see what's wrong with having fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as long you get something done at the end of the day, its fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, a new week is at hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really hoping to get things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arhh well its raining today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brings me back to so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the time where you just spend your entire day talking about life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about the things that matter the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel down, cheer others up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play a song, listen to jazz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those were what rainy days meant to me, a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That time now feels so close, but yet so distant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till later all! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115243685947596885?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115243685947596885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115243685947596885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115243685947596885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115243685947596885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-allhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115236437958260550</id><published>2006-07-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T06:12:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, the tagboard is up. To your right, scroll down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again kudos to jane for setting it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'ve been a real help doing this whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm kinda not blog savvy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so jane here has to help out here and there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;savvy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of savvy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pirates of the caribbean is gonna be good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks good, feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, looking forward to hear the same familliar theme played by the band on 2 occasions again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well was just blog surfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't you just cringe when you open a page and an oh-so-cliched-and-sappy, and not to mention loud song comes on and starts screeching and alarming everyone in the room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or when you open up a page and scary looking pictures of razzling, dazzling "cute" humans pop up as fast as you can say "wasabe" and take your breath away, for the wrong reasons altogether?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they seem to promote peace and appear to be from the UN's peace party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll be a monkey's uncle that that sign actually has a secret "i am cuter and more bimbotic than you" message waiting to blare itself to the viewers along with all the pinkness you can ever be radiated with in the whole wide colour spectrum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoo.. scary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way, this is random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only applies to people who appear in these categories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no offence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, day was average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a usual "i'm no desperate housewives" kind of saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115236437958260550?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115236437958260550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115236437958260550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115236437958260550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115236437958260550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115228421573761475</id><published>2006-07-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:56:55.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as promised here's the update on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, firstly, i would like to take the time to express my joy and happiness to 5 dear friends whom i have had the previledge of meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEI JIE CHAR ELIS NAT JANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i met them, i was still bumming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting and hoping that the Lord help me find my true friends one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One rainy night, during the last day of TP OBS 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was aquainted with WEI JIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything changed from that day on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can say that everything just fell into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiang Mai, everything just came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the Lord really has blessed me with these wonderful true friends that i can keep for, well lets just say a VERY, VERY LONG time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JANE came next, followed by CHAR, then ELIS and NAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE dog. woof. (not to mention a squirrel.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cat (who incidentally is a great squirrel counterpart too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pokemon. with its fire on its head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tigress. whoo.. furry and fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a donkey. well.. one of its kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an unidentified. we'll find out soon! don't worry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To you 5 dear animals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all have really added colour and joy into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never failing to brighten up my days and making them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the year is about to draw to a smashing big season finale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just my biggest regret not knowing you all earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp well, though the four of us can't, like weijie said retain for another year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(although the toughts are tempting. haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we'll always find each other somehow someways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and never let this end, never saying goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the meantime, ENJOY ALL THIS TO THE FULLEST! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. most definatly, you 5 are SWELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've said my peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, bout life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subway at jp with the 5 aminals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subway was good. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that went to walk in toys r us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. the gals did the thingymajig colour thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 hr of colouring, accidentally mixing colours, colouring again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got back, muggg.. unfortunatly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BORINGG... tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vectors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucked BIG TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confusion in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAY. TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school ended at 12!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed to swensens with the 5 animals for unlimited ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD GOOD GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually.. weijie jane and i only survived to 4 scoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while char did a whopping 12 scoops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last time. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had 3, already couldn't take it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to look for sun with weijie to "melt the ice cream in the stomach".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went back, fourth one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till now.. i'm still feeling kinda bloated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. a new idea is in the making and process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its gonna be GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm gonna mug for mr "i-love-plasmids-they-are-the-world's-most-interesting-boredom" chan's bio test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch ya around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115228421573761475?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115228421573761475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115228421573761475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115228421573761475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115228421573761475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-allas-promised-heres-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115227576917885456</id><published>2006-07-07T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T05:36:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You cross the halls in their innocent silence,&lt;br /&gt;play some jazz on the record player.&lt;br /&gt;their notes trail off with the tinge of everlasting eternity,&lt;br /&gt;and the sweet serenade moves and drives you to fleets above the normal cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the windows must be closed, the air cooled,&lt;br /&gt;and you have the urge to stir up a cup of warm exotic flavors.&lt;br /&gt;So across goes the windows, and down comes the blinds,&lt;br /&gt;softly extinguishing the blazing lights, to a lustrous seduction.&lt;br /&gt;The air suddenly feels soft, as soft as the pleasant whispers from a lover's heart, and you are contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit with the company of unseen angels, and together savor the moment.&lt;br /&gt;You let the soft notes guide you, seduce you and inspire you,&lt;br /&gt;as you cross the land of beauty and splendor, the land decorated by the simple sophistication of afternoon jazz.&lt;br /&gt;You sit, and reminiscence, think about the good and the bad, the ups and the downs,&lt;br /&gt;the long and the short.&lt;br /&gt;You remember the fall of the seasons, the change of the tide, the old faces, the new faces, the happiness, the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;How time has robbed everyone of their time together.&lt;br /&gt;You ponder the startling irony, and in an instant, you are sad.&lt;br /&gt;A new life awaits you at the end of the path like a mother waiting to embrace your child.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself running to the end, happy and grateful that life has given all of you the opportunity to take the wonderful path,&lt;br /&gt;but among you, you see others, running in a different direction, some into the sunset, some across you, others still running that part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Faces you will never get to meet again, words never to be said again, laughters never to be heard again,&lt;br /&gt;you look around you, and find you are alone, alone in this path to the start of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the darkness engulfs you, swallowing you whole in the face of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;The irony tears you apart, setting fires of passionate sadness blazing within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;What you have come so far to built, insecurity sneaks in and tears it apart.&lt;br /&gt;But in the heat of the fleeting passions and sadness, the lustre holds out,&lt;br /&gt;the jazz plays on. It is then you realise that true friends play on as well.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bliss, the comfort, and the love.&lt;br /&gt;You remember the promises, set apart by trueness, and kept within the secrets of the heart for an eternity to come, worn on the shoulders of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It is then you smile, you remember, you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as You open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;smiling, remembering, trusting,&lt;br /&gt;the jazz plays on, just as the friendships run on,&lt;br /&gt;into the sunset on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;and that is when,&lt;br /&gt;I realise that i am,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115227576917885456?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115227576917885456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115227576917885456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115227576917885456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115227576917885456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-cross-halls-in-their-innocent.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115218490475159913</id><published>2006-07-06T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:21:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things i must remember to do before the week ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find my darned comments space thingy. apparently it went on a "oh-you-can't-find-or-see-me" holiday ever since i changed the template. BAD comments. BAD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comfort carissa on Germany's lost. Carissa, i'm so sorry that micheal ballack's locks couldn't inspire much shock to italy's bollocks. well at least they have four more years to pull up their socks. really sad.. well, i'm sure GERMANY will reign soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comfort Naomi on Brazil's lost. well, actually only one word will do the trick. observe. Naomi, KAKA!!!!! (serious panting from other side of the line..) see?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unfortunatly mug up for the upcoming Bio, A math tests and Chemistry MINI QUIZ (i seriosly do not see a difference), to avoid Mr "i-love-plasmids-they-are-the-world's-most-interesting-boredom" Chan, miss yeo and miss liang from throwing anything molecularly damaging or converted to three significant figures at us, then inviting us to "try again" to repeat this devastating cycle all over again. once is quite enough thank you very much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touching on academic matters, have you ever wondered, why we study the wierdest of topics? take locus for example. i really DO NOT SEE THE POINT in drawing random lines and circles on a piece of blank paper. seriously.. i finally understand where the phrase "one flew over the cuckoo's nest came from".. it originated from some nut case drawing circles and lines under the facade of "constructing" well planned and academically sound "constructions".. sheesh.. sets and matrices are other troublemakers, but that's another story altogether..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all i can muster for now.. like what a certain all time famous body-builder-that-decided-that-acting-was-cool-before-being-a-governor had said once playing a hitman, or robot, or some foreign body for that matter, "i'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115218490475159913?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115218490475159913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115218490475159913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115218490475159913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115218490475159913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-i-must-remember-to-do-before.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115201933038820255</id><published>2006-07-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:22:10.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to startle anyone, but i am OKAY already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for the concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignore the previos post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115201933038820255?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115201933038820255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115201933038820255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115201933038820255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115201933038820255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-to-startle-anyone-but-i-am-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115185543663408263</id><published>2006-07-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:55:15.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever have the feeling that you've been stepped upon, taken for a fool and spat in the face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. today is not a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't know.. started the afternoon in a very foul mood today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no particular reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just felt very vindictive and frustrated all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life has been good, yes, but its just THAT part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest sucks. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mental timer constantly screaming in your head and counting down days to imminent doom is not very easy to ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the warnings and the bells there, getting down to work is the next big difficulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just can't seem to get down with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just hanging on to a hope that i'll just snap awake and get things sorted out and clarified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well there you have it.. i just went through a special complementary parent's worry session with dear dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. actually.. i'm frustrated not because they're wrong and i'm right and all so glorious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but because i know their right and i'm not doing anything about it to stop meself getting distrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, surprise surprise, joshua lim gets distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i know the stereotype you people have, nerd, mugger, good to take advantage of, go ask him to do all my homework, bug him for he looks harmless and since he looks like he fills his head with a sack of books and nothing else, that he doesn't have a life, can't find anyone, weak, disturbed, yea rip him off since he looks like a freaking somebody you can bloody take advantage of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well to all you piss poor attitudes out there, this "little bugger of a nerd" does have a life, and feelings too incidentally. and YES, i freaking get distracted. doesn't mean i smile like a fool everyday means i'm someone you can screw around with mentally. chances are you'll just screw yourself over all the same in your confusion and end up looking all stupid. so i have an advice. why don't you all just take that piss poor attidude of yours, and shove it right UP your ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm done with this bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry. that had to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i'm distracted all righty these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone seems to be preoccupied with... i don't know.. everyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well sometimes i just wonder why i bother about other things that don't concern me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other people's problems and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've tried not bothering, but i just realise that i'll become miserable not making people happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't NOT bother. its just not me. so rest assured i'll not STOP bothering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll just be the same throughout. just today a little extra spice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i'd guess i'm gonna push forward as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still have others to push to go forward, others to keep encouraging, to keep showing that i BOTHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously i don't usually expect an appreciation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sometimes you just need one just to keep you smiling you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well guess its onwards then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to get back to the books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never giving up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Lord will be OUR guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry for the outburst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115185543663408263?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115185543663408263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115185543663408263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115185543663408263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115185543663408263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-ever-have-feeling-that-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115178158800396893</id><published>2006-07-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:19:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy all of you must be wondering why i'm still up at this unearthly hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, was watching a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't say a word, by micheal douglas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its quite good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. but now i can't seem to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. brazil v.s. france in about 8 minutes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell i'm not THAT crazy to watch that match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldn't possibly wake up tomorrow if i did anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here's the update for tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;england is out, portugal is in, movie was good, and the lead actress of 6 days 7 nights shot a flair at a palm tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what could have been better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well big apologies to my three doinks just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was VERY distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry if i sounded laggy, despondent or fake in any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not everyday when you have everything happening at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll talk again soon yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take my gentleman's word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. not saying that i'm a gentleman..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but well, you three get the point ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. should start following people's advice and get a tag board soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. wonder what surprises it'll bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, in the past 6 minutes of ranting and stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still haven't kick started any yawns in my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that is pretty bad folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i'll just post a few photos and we'll call it a day ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00 exact. sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ughh.. this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? i don't know. haha.. another day then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115178158800396893?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115178158800396893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115178158800396893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115178158800396893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115178158800396893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/boy-all-of-you-must-be-wondering-why.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115176633622267309</id><published>2006-07-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:05:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phrase of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poetry in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a phrase dedicated to the art of speed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the beauty of creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sophistication and splendour of movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just beautiful, the way the words are expressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, today was quite uninteresting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class, that sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now juggling between 6 days 7 nights and football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great shows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spoilt for choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh i have nothing to say today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just, i hope to world is still spinning properly tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115176633622267309?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115176633622267309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115176633622267309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115176633622267309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115176633622267309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/07/phrase-of-daypoetry-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115169183158517646</id><published>2006-06-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:25:06.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodness i can't seem to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually fell asleep whilst studying just now.. 10 plus to 12.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then now its like i got shot with a coke bomb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't seem to shut my eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well today was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stayed back to play audience to the ncc for their farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must say, it was a jolly good show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha seriously.. i'm just tired now so energy is very low to express it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. great job guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. its kinda like when such days come then you start to appreciate your ccas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well at least they got to do what they wanted to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we didn't even get to play el camino real one last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;investiture was cancelled on us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;band camp didn't concern us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has been 3 months..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still leaderless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going into competition without a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats got to be the most bravest but stupidest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay maybe not that stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, i'm just really frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 freaking months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you mean you take 3 freaking months to decide such a simple thing like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. maybe you all "accidentally" lost our nominated few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why you're taking a damn long time REDOING IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously. its not their fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're really a spunky lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the band,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys just press on with all your might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry if i have failed you all in any ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are improving, that can be seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but problem is that some of you all are too lax and there is no feeling when you all play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i hear its just notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta work on that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well but whatever the case, work hard for the next 2 weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whatever happens, we'll thank God for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONWARDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, like i was saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not their fault, and they don't desrve this shat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they deserve better to have an OFFICIAL leader leading them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't let chaos take over fully, because if that happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll all be screwed now won't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i have done my part by worrying and there's nothing else i can say or do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;question is now, what are YOU going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115169183158517646?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115169183158517646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115169183158517646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115169183158517646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115169183158517646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodness-i-cant-seem-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115151370497695147</id><published>2006-06-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:55:04.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hey all I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,kinda packed a night for me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to cram physics today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;notice the word is TRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, got to the 3rd page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good enough for a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, doing it online with friends is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you push them and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. actually was finishing eng with weijie and char online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did this scheme whereby we set a time frame to do work, and later talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coolness? haha.. that word i just learnt from val.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got off the phone with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's high. thats bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, my day today was great! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school was per normal, but the main event was after school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. weijie needed sewing for his uniform, hence we detoured to the tailors before dining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pizza hut with them funky 3! haha.. weijie elis and charmaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met another group there.. aaron and michelle with nicole. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pizza hut was SPLENDID. haha.. had lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must make it a point to do such things again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i always say, you all NEVER fail to make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats good. yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the days seem to be getting better and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait. actually.. tomorrow is a dreadful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bollocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;save my poor soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. actually there's something else happening in school now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll just leave it for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mentioning it just spoils my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. this portion next is a reply to jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am actually sacrificing study to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nice. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i'll be replying in jane language,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is not for the faint hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to jane:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, i wanted to answer in you language,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i realised that simplicity is subtlety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, i am no geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do have a life, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secondly, i do appreciate the idea of myself as an outcast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't ask why. live with it. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thirdly, thanks for being such a good tigress, alongside weijie and charmaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you three...... Picture Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fourthly, do try to comprehend me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything i write about, there is a subtle something somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it links to my thinkings, moods and believes. EVERYONE does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;question is, how subtle is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, thats for me to know, and for you, my dear analyser, to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lastly, there is no last because humans are erranous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just keeps going on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have fun with your plasmids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheerio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115151370497695147?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115151370497695147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115151370497695147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115151370497695147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115151370497695147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-hey-all-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115149592419794033</id><published>2006-06-28T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:58:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm just got back not long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.. actually was 1 hr ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling rather tied down now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really do not wanna go tuition tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling that this is all forced down my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its starting to veer upwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone is screaming to you to get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think its that easy? why don't you all try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll start when i damn well please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which will most probably be soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dang. just survived a 5 min lag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody piece of trash is falling apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid bugger.. bollocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. piano in 10 mins.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. school has been good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. lovely actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well except for ONE tiny detail..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll talk bout that later.. now for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115149592419794033?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115149592419794033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115149592419794033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115149592419794033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115149592419794033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmm-just-got-back-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115118432728038919</id><published>2006-06-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T09:37:02.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/1600/parties%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well hello all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just finished tying up the homework bundle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldn't find my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, the one that got PISSED on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well Beckham just scored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the crowd went WILD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! great job England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching bits and parts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all thanks to hmwk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arghh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, here're the pictures from cm gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i mentioned that i loved that night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. don't think i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lookin back at the pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that night was better than PERFECT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait... not the night. the entire day beginning from whence we went weijie's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/Copyofparties002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Note: this is NOT what it looks like.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/parties%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm being mobbed and attacked by tigress Jane, while Charmiane sits by nibbling m and ms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1044/3147/320/parties%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never outgrowing the things. more like the things outgrowing us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay right,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;looks like the server is a little screwed up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'll continue tomorrow.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheerio!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115118432728038919?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115118432728038919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115118432728038919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115118432728038919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115118432728038919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115115285707834898</id><published>2006-06-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:43:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I don&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;strong&gt;t believe in love.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many stories follow the trend of all time favourite clich&lt;/strong&gt;é&lt;strong&gt;s in the world of storytelling, starting with a good opening, a flawless and complex plot, layers of sub plots, a probable twist, an exciting climax, and a heartbreak closing. I am going to tell you a story that is not like that. It does not follow the rules; bends a few and most certainly will be tragic and angsty to a certain degree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&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;This is the story of Duane Peterson, and it begins whence he is just a young boy living in a peaceful town in England, right up through his life till he finally finds himself and what he has been searching for his whole life. Actually, I could go on all I liked about him and tell you what happens through my perspective, but of course, you’d want to hear it from him yourself, wouldn&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;strong&gt;t you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I said before, I don’t believe in love. Ever since the day I first tasted the air of the world, love has just been a mere word in the English dictionary to me. My mates, pastor and teacher tell me that everyone has their purposes on this earth, but they don’t know what I am, whatever I have been through, what I have seen or even experienced do they? No one could ever understand where I was coming from, pointing at, or thinking of. Well, only my best mate Derrek fathoms, but he has seen, experienced and understood the circumstances; the closest anyone within a mile from the church to the Perry Lake has came to comprehending me. In short, I was half an accident, and half a black sheep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime years of my life were spent in constant turbulence. Though details are fuzzy, but the inscribed sounds of screaming and argument into the night constantly find their way into my dreams, and silently puncture the stillness and peacefulness of the night, strangling me with the fear that the horror was back again for a second vengeance, the screams and bangs and glass cracking steadily increasing in volume against the silence of the night. The crying of both mother and child penetrating even the boldest of hearts. Indeed, one may think that the story ends here, at the very junction of a deprived and sad childhood, mixed with abuse and dangerous fathers, but it just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/29519691-115115285707834898?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115115285707834898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115115285707834898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115115285707834898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115115285707834898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-believe-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115115226170365103</id><published>2006-06-24T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:31:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some kinda afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. quicknotes version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;played piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched LOST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. and got an sms in the afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh my.. ITS UP!!! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i literally fell off my chair laughing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rereading our nonsense!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh man.. you THREE really just make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERIOUSLY. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, testing up the paragraphing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't know how to at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jane taught me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. so if this works, thanks jane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right. the need to revamp is screaming at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should really visit blog skins soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those who have really nothing much to do the last day of the hols,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to you tube dot com,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check out miss swan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's laugh out loud funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheer yourself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well anyway, just sent the first post of the story for edit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;editor jane says it good to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here it comes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you all like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any characters living or dead or whatever the hell they do DO NOT resemble anything or anyone, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll let you all just enjoy this story yea? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115115226170365103?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115115226170365103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115115226170365103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115115226170365103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115115226170365103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115113069516802006</id><published>2006-06-23T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:23:54.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well change of plans today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;char couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DANG. BUMMER. BOLLOKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.. business calls yeaa char?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another time another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're still young.&lt;br /&gt;well was kinda aimless and thrown off the hook at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't know where to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then in the end go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some kinda ending to the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at home do homework..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how morbid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHIT HAPPENS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got home recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually wanted to bum at esplanade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i thought, oh what's the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything's so expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was very tempted to go buy a pair of couderoy jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but abstained. thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, maybe i'll go bike later or something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i think i've got a beggining for the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still tweaking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;update later then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a great saturday all you 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jane contact lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;char mystery person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weijie and his farm animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! do have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE'RE STILL YOUNG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to all you readers too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115113069516802006?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115113069516802006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115113069516802006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115113069516802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115113069516802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-change-of-plans-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519691.post-115108323734836846</id><published>2006-06-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:20:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh terra firma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am finally back in front of the monitor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. i must say things have been going rather breakneck these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so here's the quicknotes version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been around these past three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i say around, i MEAN around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right. two days ago, sentosa with family and church friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celebrated bro's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh i almost forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had fun the first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next day, went to harbour front in the morning to HMWK with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its okay weijie. no hard feelings man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugged for 3 hrs plus. had lunch, then headed back to sentosa for family again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed out early, go weijie's house slack with jane and char b4 bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUN LIKE HELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.. maybe not hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUN LIKE FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. fooled around like idiots disturbing ppl on msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made jane scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tweaked with SOMETHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. not adviceable to describe here.. in case three of us get KILLED! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well headed to jeff loke's house later for bbq!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CM rocks.. most definatly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food was good, playing was good, chillin with weijie, jane, char, carissa, pak was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in short, the night was PERFECT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after waited for dad to rescue me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chatted at the bus stop with wei jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dude, its okay man.. we've all come to accept it in time that has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was difficult at first yeaa. but well its fine and dandy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just don't forget our existance, thats all.. 5 simple words, whole lot of meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other than that, you happy, we happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp we'll be there, don't worry.. just go do your thing! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well anyway, like i said, these few days indeed have rushed by.. 3 more days to the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole world just got a bit complicated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, next, to joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey you.. be cheerful okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't really know how to do this but all i can say is its gonna be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIME.. well.. we'll see how it goes yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. i'm kinda lost in thougt now.. well, if life were a movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be an oscar winning one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, we'll just see shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"life just got a whole lot interesting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29519691-115108323734836846?l=thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/feeds/115108323734836846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29519691&amp;postID=115108323734836846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115108323734836846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29519691/posts/default/115108323734836846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissadspacebarisspoilt.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-terra-firmai-am-finally-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985213265949288967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
