<?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-4132926407686099194</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:52:44.731+08:00</updated><category term='Lone'/><title type='text'>For The Win...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132926407686099194.post-430599539409689370</id><published>2011-02-12T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:03:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess the new path began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Shooting. I wonder if I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;First training:&lt;br /&gt;80 pushups,&lt;br /&gt;20 crunches.&lt;br /&gt;And hold the leg in the air thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like talking much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;To anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Years Hence Begins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-430599539409689370?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/430599539409689370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=430599539409689370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/430599539409689370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/430599539409689370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-guess-new-path-began.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132926407686099194.post-8283643476661647465</id><published>2010-08-16T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:28:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been a long long time since I last posted. Too much happened then.&lt;br /&gt;Here for rantings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to what kind of students were we?&lt;br /&gt;I know we all hate the 4C best class crap...&lt;br /&gt;But we haven't even been living up to a standard of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so much regretted playing cards in school.&lt;br /&gt;I so much regretted not attending in lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a game or two of cards without gambling is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Look wad happened?&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I pulled myself back out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to gamble push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;And what's the diff between adults betting money?&lt;br /&gt;We once said we'll play in recess only.&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems like a addiction,&lt;br /&gt;Even up to a point of playing when a teacher is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop this, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8283643476661647465?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8283643476661647465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8283643476661647465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8283643476661647465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glass's On The Table,&lt;br /&gt;Half Full, Half Empty.&lt;br /&gt;The Torrendous Storm Cleared&lt;br /&gt;Leaving The Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wine Evapourates,&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow Fades.&lt;br /&gt;What's Left Behind?&lt;br /&gt;Dregs And Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would It Be Different Then?&lt;br /&gt;If You Had Filled The Glass,&lt;br /&gt;Admired The Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;The Leftover...&lt;br /&gt;Would It Be A Pleasent Taste Of Wine,&lt;br /&gt;And A Everlasting Memory Of The Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dregs Said To The Rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Dying,"&lt;br /&gt;And The Rainbow Reciprocated:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Fading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a metaphoric poem.&lt;br /&gt;-Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One-Sided&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3376484697249304739?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3376484697249304739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3376484697249304739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3376484697249304739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3376484697249304739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-post-before-i-put-full-start-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-9028625945616305422</id><published>2010-05-14T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:15:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;Results really...not good.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be falling from that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I wrote in my El essay, pride goes before a fall.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, eating my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically there's nth to be happy abt cuz exams aren't really over.&lt;br /&gt;There's more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I can safety conclude no one understands me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps I made wrong choices.&lt;br /&gt;Choices that other people feel is good&lt;br /&gt;But it justs pushes too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Kite.&lt;br /&gt;Let it fly too high, and you may lose it.&lt;br /&gt;Rein it too tightly, it snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I having too tight rein.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe time to let it fly loose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the kite would be happier to fly away ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Silence Isn't Always Golden. Sometimes It's So Black That It Drives People Apart.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-9028625945616305422?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/9028625945616305422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=9028625945616305422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/9028625945616305422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/9028625945616305422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3298456842418873347</id><published>2010-04-25T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:34:33.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using Ebuddy with psthetic internet now.&lt;br /&gt;And aww..it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;There's been many happenings this month...&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, couldn't remember all of it now as I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first piece of good news, GOH is over.&lt;br /&gt;And so CCA ends. I'm hoping there isn't a POP,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't really matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still thinking should i continue writing that lone story....&lt;br /&gt;Virtual world. Picean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...mid year's drawing near, and i haven't started revising. hurray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unspoken Words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3298456842418873347?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3298456842418873347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3298456842418873347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3298456842418873347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3298456842418873347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/04/using-ebuddy-with-psthetic-internet-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3631536576747721385</id><published>2010-04-07T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:45:37.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven been online very long,&lt;br /&gt;Internet still down; now in sch using sch lappy.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...so many things happen.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno when I'll be able to use internet agn.&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3631536576747721385?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3631536576747721385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3631536576747721385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3631536576747721385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3631536576747721385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/04/haven-been-online-very-long-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1594834504701582149</id><published>2010-03-14T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:12:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp was....not fun.&lt;br /&gt;I mean yea...it was good to know juniors better.&lt;br /&gt;But not fun for sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time. And midnight still get scolded&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Sept like only 5-6 hours in 3 days of camp.&lt;br /&gt;today reached home at 1, slept from 2 to 7&lt;br /&gt;Feel so crappy cuz of sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there something my friends and I can rejoice about?&lt;br /&gt;Damm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did it has to be like this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1594834504701582149?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1594834504701582149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=1594834504701582149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1594834504701582149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1594834504701582149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp-was.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1813304168432615158</id><published>2010-03-09T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:35:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting.&lt;br /&gt;Been like kinda busy with studying.&lt;br /&gt;And happy that I somehow rather passed E Maths,&lt;br /&gt;And even more by miracle, scored only a mark less than Osel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got half my bio paper back.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;If my other half can get a good grade, I may hit my A1.&lt;br /&gt;Or do really badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this post isn't about my results.&lt;br /&gt;It's more of like what's happening around.&lt;br /&gt;The world is so damn freaking ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I typed out everything, but decided not to publish it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I know, whats the point then.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This society really asks for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ironic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1813304168432615158?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1813304168432615158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=1813304168432615158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1813304168432615158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1813304168432615158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8596365124686029081</id><published>2010-03-03T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:20:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adam Khoo's workshop today.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, cuz it eats it nto the night.&lt;br /&gt;But hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be frank, this post isn't a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got B4 for A Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Could be considered good to some people or okay to others&lt;br /&gt;Or bad to PROS. (I bet Osel's gonna comment on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy to get a B cuz been failing milestones, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for A2, minimum B3.&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it would be fine,&lt;br /&gt;except that I cant believe I studied much more harder for it.&lt;br /&gt;But results-wise. You can see.&lt;br /&gt;And it really depresses when your friends are all scoring way higher.&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid failing MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought failing MT didnt affect me, but I guess it did affect my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Something else affected my mood too.&lt;br /&gt;But not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What More Can I Say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8596365124686029081?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8596365124686029081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8596365124686029081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8596365124686029081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8596365124686029081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/03/adam-khoos-workshop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8541590055131258861</id><published>2010-02-25T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:43:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mad Rush to study bio.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired. And no mood.&lt;br /&gt;But still..I can't afford to fail any science.&lt;br /&gt;Since I already failed MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...&lt;br /&gt;Today's trip to Body's World was well spent.&lt;br /&gt;Really tire me mentally&lt;br /&gt;Cuz ended at 6.&lt;br /&gt;But was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Before I end this post...&lt;br /&gt;Dedications...For making my day great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ben!!&lt;br /&gt;For the card, which was so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;the present(which will help a lot xD)&lt;br /&gt;And the T-shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jieying and Hazeline (A.K.A both mums)&lt;br /&gt;For the cards!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was really very sincere.&lt;br /&gt;And brought back memories over the past few months :)&lt;br /&gt;Even since primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;(Used to call Jieying to ask for hw during primary school day...)&lt;br /&gt;And much much more..&lt;br /&gt;That I prefer to be selfish and keep it to myself xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but NOT LEAST,&lt;br /&gt;everyone for wishing me a happy birthday and making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. A new inspiration. Been months since I last had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always in the game, aiming to be the winner.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipated by the final trump, the Aces, The Spades.&lt;br /&gt;But Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;It's Best To Be Laid Back, Listening To Music,&lt;br /&gt;Being The Spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8541590055131258861?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8541590055131258861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8541590055131258861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8541590055131258861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8541590055131258861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/02/mad-rush-to-study-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6508515551293995201</id><published>2010-02-16T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:37:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year and Valentine's Day to all.&lt;br /&gt;And Valentine ain't just for couples(though it's a good time to get-together =))&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old leg pain ached up. But guess it'll be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been replying smses cuz too addicted to reading &lt;br /&gt;Ebook. Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished all 5 books ytd. Started on Fri :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went JB ytd. Hmm... food's good.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of branded stuff there too. Cheaper too.&lt;br /&gt;I think I missed out some dramas and some quality game time,&lt;br /&gt;Because of reading Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;But the time I spent away from that Ebook (cuz the battery ran flat)&lt;br /&gt;Was okay ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back sch agn.&lt;br /&gt;If there wasnt 'o' levels, SPA and all those &lt;br /&gt;stuff that makes the world ****ed up.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...That What I Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's My Fatal Flaw? What's My Achilles Heel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6508515551293995201?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6508515551293995201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6508515551293995201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6508515551293995201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6508515551293995201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-390087678372875964</id><published>2010-02-12T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:42:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today after school CNY celebration,&lt;br /&gt;Went out with LJM, XK, Johan, LLH, PQQ, Kahirul, Kendrick, Phyllis, Ben, Yiying and Siofan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAs kinda fun. Though "Lightning Thief" tickets was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was stil fun. Not because of the knocking pins part.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun cuz we were playing with the machine trying to edit each &lt;br /&gt;Other's names. LOL, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got thrashed cuz my leg hand was still recovering from the last basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;And I happen to be left-handed. So cant bowl well with injured hand.&lt;br /&gt;Went home on bus. Alone. Slept. Woke up, just nice my stop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks To LJM for trying very hard to organise this.&lt;br /&gt;Even wanted to watch Lightning Thief with us&lt;br /&gt;When you alr watched before le.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's The Prob? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-390087678372875964?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/390087678372875964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=390087678372875964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/390087678372875964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/390087678372875964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-after-school-cny-celebration-went.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8899095119845175860</id><published>2010-02-07T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:44:33.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'll regret this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIme to pin-point and mention names&lt;br /&gt;About my cca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;THIS IS REALLY GONNA GET OFFENSIVE, WELL MAYBE NOT FOR YOU BUT STILL, ADVISABLE NOT TO READ&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, sick and fucking pissed off by you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off by Eugen and Wilbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you guys are not in the committee doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;You are not included in our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dun talk about coming for CCA earlier or what.&lt;br /&gt;Just this simple one:&lt;br /&gt;How many times did your come for cca punctually?&lt;br /&gt;Your said got remedial, but is your remedial everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Friday?&lt;br /&gt;Fine, deduct that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how dare your, how fucking dare your,&lt;br /&gt;Play basketball ball right in front of my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;We asked them fall in, and while we were all doing PT,&lt;br /&gt;What were your doing? PLAYING YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BASKETBALL?&lt;br /&gt;Any idea how many times Admin, A.K.A Darryl Saw,&lt;br /&gt;Had to go get your to join,&lt;br /&gt;And you guys don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU WANNA KNOW SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;THE SEC 1 ACTUALLY ASKED ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sergeant, why we all get pumping then those three sec 4 there not doing anything? Then just now still play basketball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them ignore your.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, tell me what the fuck reason you can give them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were all doing our 40 pumping and sit-ups as punishment,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you all?&lt;br /&gt;Give me one, just ONE, for godsake, reason where the &lt;br /&gt;Holy hell in the world were your.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally not against your playing of Basketball,&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm controlling juniors, not when we are all getting punished together.&lt;br /&gt;There's a time and place for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jason, I thought you would have known better.&lt;br /&gt;And then Wilbert, who went to Senior Spec and got your Staff Sgt,&lt;br /&gt;Only because I gave you the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted giving you my chance into senior spec&lt;br /&gt;Because I was going Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted it because I gave it to a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Someone incapable of using authority at the right time and right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your not in the committee, you dun join training.&lt;br /&gt;Then honestly answer yourself this:&lt;br /&gt;Your just coming for the fucking attendance.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to come for cca anymore, either come with the right attitude,&lt;br /&gt;Or please just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need people like you in the cca.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like poison in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you think I'm joking during debrief,&lt;br /&gt;And how Wilbert, tried to mock me that I'm scolding your &lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm only a 1SG, same ranking as Eugen and Jason&lt;br /&gt;And Wilbert who is a rank higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Remember this, Wilbert&lt;br /&gt;It Was I Who, Now Regretted it, Given You This Chance.&lt;br /&gt;And you're in no position to mock me, because&lt;br /&gt;Your a pathetic Staff Sgt that is useless&lt;br /&gt;And holding no position at all,&lt;br /&gt;Much more less power than people like Kaisiang, Me, Siyuan&lt;br /&gt;That holds much higher positions than you&lt;br /&gt;Though lower ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to mock us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that I really hope you all see this.&lt;br /&gt;And make comments&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear your arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring It On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8899095119845175860?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8899095119845175860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8899095119845175860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8899095119845175860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8899095119845175860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-ill-regret-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5664987237913538095</id><published>2010-01-30T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:53:43.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CCA was great yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Could at least start to communicate each seniors and CLTs more&lt;br /&gt;Like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At can finally get the unit working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with Jason, Laihong, Wilbert&lt;br /&gt;In a match against other ppl&lt;br /&gt;Total ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not us. The opponent.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we were pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Intended to do homework and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe play com a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ended up reading a storybook and &lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep,&lt;br /&gt;With troubles in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just give up learning&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I sucked at it.&lt;br /&gt;Any maybe she would think I betrayed her,&lt;br /&gt;But I was not trying to help anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Was just trying to stop it from getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, maybe I should just stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Personal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-4132926407686099194.post-3662930759380715035</id><published>2010-01-30T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:47:39.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---------Lone Part 6----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It been several days since &lt;br /&gt;I walked away from the pulsing Light,&lt;br /&gt;And went on to enternal darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go now?&lt;br /&gt;My Goal's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I know this journey would end &lt;br /&gt;By end of this Darkfall&lt;br /&gt;Around 11 Jan 2011, where the Darkness would clear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a new journey would start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, the journey goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I looked on to the images.&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, after finding new images,&lt;br /&gt;I been trying to cling on to it.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's just my own wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I wished the Wind would blow them away&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I wished that they would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in new light,&lt;br /&gt;I realized my flaws once again.&lt;br /&gt;I resented it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to just give it up.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about&lt;br /&gt;Mastering how to throw a stone into a pit.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about images too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get through this journey till 11 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, I would&lt;br /&gt;Finally found inner peace&lt;br /&gt;Or start on a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Am I Wrting These Story, Aimlessly, Trying To Hold Back So Much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3662930759380715035?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3662930759380715035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3662930759380715035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3662930759380715035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3662930759380715035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-been-several-days-since-i-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1396123177807936438</id><published>2010-01-26T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:13:43.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been working harder than I usually am&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much longer I can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's really not my day.&lt;br /&gt;In fact yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to be able to run as fast at during PT with ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;before and during holidays&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I play bball as well as I did during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today...was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Cheah caught me not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was kinda distracted -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Then MT was crappish.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can survive tomorrow's cca training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Bite My Tongue, But What's The Point If All The Feeling's Gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1396123177807936438?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1396123177807936438/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-4132926407686099194.post-6971278129152957976</id><published>2010-01-21T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:54:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying hard to understand lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda crappy&lt;br /&gt;Got sent to LRC for stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Physics and all..&lt;br /&gt;But it could get worse if it's not solved quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...that mother tongue cher just won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could she this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZzDiIhDGgE/S1gj_r6gQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHNYPbHQZY0/s1600-h/evidence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZzDiIhDGgE/S1gj_r6gQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YHNYPbHQZY0/s400/evidence.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429128927821972338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I got to finish some homework during LRC&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I refused to follow their dumb rules&lt;br /&gt;Of copying a passage.&lt;br /&gt;How's that gonna help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6971278129152957976?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6971278129152957976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6971278129152957976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132926407686099194.post-6054764752120577878</id><published>2010-01-17T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:43:47.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent my fri resting after CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Was so pissed off then.&lt;br /&gt;By seniors...CLTs etc.&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us to hammer the sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sat...finished up my maths homework..&lt;br /&gt;Except for the holiday homework and Addition Formulae&lt;br /&gt;Which I have no idea how to do.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do it today later..(today is sun, btw)&lt;br /&gt;Or meet up with laihong and ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spent the rest of SAT playing SA a bit..&lt;br /&gt;Then spent 2 hours sewing one side of my NCC uniform rank.&lt;br /&gt;Not that badly done, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Though I drew blood.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I pricked my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun.&lt;br /&gt;This morn continued with the other side.&lt;br /&gt;More well-done after ytd's experince.&lt;br /&gt;Done in in less than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;And didnt prick fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Only scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later shall go and do maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for April to come.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I pass out with what position matters no more.&lt;br /&gt;I've done my best for this CCA,&lt;br /&gt;But what others didn't do, &lt;br /&gt;We still got the blame.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weightless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-4132926407686099194.post-7548096763632695469</id><published>2010-01-14T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:16:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once And For All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-7548096763632695469?l=amberstrike.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-4132926407686099194.post-3384398916129789971</id><published>2010-01-11T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:50:03.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Told Osel I'll feature him at the start of this post.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fucking pisssed off.&lt;br /&gt;With myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my phone will spoil soon&lt;br /&gt;After I just accidentally threw it out of my hand&lt;br /&gt;And instead of landing on the bed&lt;br /&gt;It hit the wall and dropped to the floor&lt;br /&gt;And everything smashed apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;To wish I didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do with today's events.&lt;br /&gt;Just that It's been bottling up in me for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave fonts, telling myself to get used to this kind of life&lt;br /&gt;This kind of ... I dunno how describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been asked several times before,&lt;br /&gt;And each time,&lt;br /&gt;I gave excuse for them&lt;br /&gt;And I don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really mind it.&lt;br /&gt;I really mind those questions,&lt;br /&gt;And how I have to hurt myself to give them an excuse&lt;br /&gt;An excuse to lie to others, to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find comfort that they didn't really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;They just forgot. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun bother asking anything about this post.&lt;br /&gt;You won't hear a thing out of me.&lt;br /&gt;None will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3384398916129789971?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3384398916129789971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3384398916129789971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3384398916129789971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3384398916129789971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/01/told-osel-ill-feature-him-at-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-4226509697732576888</id><published>2010-01-10T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:08:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had flag day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog abt it.&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I hoped wouldn't happen&lt;br /&gt;had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intincts were right.&lt;br /&gt;They told me it was gonna end up badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over-reacting.&lt;br /&gt;And you guys might think i'm&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was keeping silent throughout the third and fourth hour&lt;br /&gt;of the flag day.&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't emo-ing or pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I was just concentrating my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And I had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4226509697732576888?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4226509697732576888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4226509697732576888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4226509697732576888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4226509697732576888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-flag-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-387885838621431027</id><published>2010-01-04T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:52:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm..went home late today.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally drained.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like just lying down forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was bathing..and sitting down&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying th fan blowing me&lt;br /&gt;A lot of thoughts came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if life had shortcuts...&lt;br /&gt;Then all problems would be solved.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The problems wouldn't be solved.&lt;br /&gt;Avoided, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there isn't a level of difficulty for problem.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't problems that are easy or hard to solve.&lt;br /&gt;Because all problems have the same level level of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;Problems that have solutions aren't easy problems,&lt;br /&gt;Because they aren't problems if they can be solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem is something that can't be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...pointless to carry on. It's going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to face some things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would just speak their mind sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Then there wouldn't be problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..I just wished I was more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anti-social...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sociable.&lt;br /&gt;Probably cuz I don't like interacting.&lt;br /&gt;And I clam up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clam up most of everything I feel =)&lt;br /&gt;They say volcanoes erupts when they are pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any eruption.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm killing my cells..and hurting myself mentally instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I Wish You Wouldn't Hurt Yourself Like This&lt;br /&gt;Fight For What You Want&lt;br /&gt;And Have No Regrets Because OF Hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Else Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I Feel Hurt For You Too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not An Emo Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-387885838621431027?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/387885838621431027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=387885838621431027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/387885838621431027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/387885838621431027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2722204737173828918</id><published>2010-01-02T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:07:13.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-----------Lone Part 5--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I followed my instincts...&lt;br /&gt;But I did it half-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold them on tight,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can no longer count on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...Half-hearted believing and holding on to them,&lt;br /&gt;I saw that Light again.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how it had landed in the forsaken quicksand,&lt;br /&gt;I hated that Light.&lt;br /&gt;It made my heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, the light was changing color...&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, I went after it...&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another two shadows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Light seems to prefer a particular dark shape I can't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;So envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe the Light was waiting my capture.&lt;br /&gt;But my doubts grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm completely convinced the Light was there because&lt;br /&gt;of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My failure of capturing the Light.&lt;br /&gt;Yet someone could make the Light go to him without effort.&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow's leg had wet sand stuck on it too.&lt;br /&gt;He must have pursued the Light too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could see the Light wanted this shadow,&lt;br /&gt;But yet it led this shadow to danger.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this shadow, unlike a Light pursuer like me,&lt;br /&gt;Has a special burning fire in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;It was spirit that says&lt;br /&gt;He won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;And he's not afraid if failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that quicksand fall,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost that spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of always failing.&lt;br /&gt;So I do nothing to avoid having any failure.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's why the Shadow deserves to win that Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walked back to the road.&lt;br /&gt;I walked down that road I was walking before.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the Light.&lt;br /&gt;I only wished that the Light continues to shine on&lt;br /&gt;Brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go"&lt;br /&gt;I said to eternal darkness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY just a story. No meanings behind it :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2722204737173828918?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2722204737173828918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2722204737173828918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2722204737173828918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2722204737173828918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2010/01/lone-part-5-i-followed-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6773626028334397189</id><published>2009-12-31T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:42:55.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's gonna start real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with physic...and tys&lt;br /&gt;And my all-time-favoutrite-subject, Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;Of course..being a great model pupil in CL,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing the written homework :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sketching a lot....&lt;br /&gt;But no point posting...cuz this blog is kinda dead&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll change blogskin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the Kings new album : Smile Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dun like this album...songs are nice, but not my type&lt;br /&gt;But like "Anna Maria (All We Need)"&lt;br /&gt;The only song I like from this album :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...haven really posted my nighttime reflections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;It's A Sad World...If I Had To Pretend I'm So Happy&lt;br /&gt;And That's Pathetic. Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;I Rather Be Alone..Because I Don't Lie To Myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rather Than Being With Others..&lt;br /&gt;And Having To Worry If I'm Painting The Right Image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need Inspirations For Sketching...&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Go Back School.&lt;br /&gt;But I Don't Want To Stay At Home Either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tired Of Guessing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe It's Time This Blog Goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6773626028334397189?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6773626028334397189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6773626028334397189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6773626028334397189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6773626028334397189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/schools-gonna-start-real-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6122591442074365550</id><published>2009-12-23T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:51:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Bedok North with my mum and my younger sis&lt;br /&gt;For her sec 1 registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school looks okay?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Not me going.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to buy her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking why my mum early morning&lt;br /&gt;Drag me out of bed for this.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized =.=&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me carry the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My leg was hurting cos of ytd PT&lt;br /&gt;After running abt 4 - 5km&lt;br /&gt;Me Osel Ibrahim went gym&lt;br /&gt;I think while pushing the weight with my leg&lt;br /&gt;I kinda strained it when accidentally let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to play basketball after the registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;Leg became more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't play as well as the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Went home early because totally lost my mood to play after a while.&lt;br /&gt;Due to weather?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Random. Bet you can't figure what this is ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Not Radio, hand phone&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Do&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;I Do&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was.&lt;br /&gt;Got.&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;I Do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---  End ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dead Blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6122591442074365550?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6122591442074365550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6122591442074365550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6122591442074365550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6122591442074365550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-bedok-north-with-my-mum-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-7982344464147321769</id><published>2009-12-22T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:05:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Pain, No Gain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lied. &lt;br /&gt;They say if you are willing to sacrifice and feel pain,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Taken My Share Of Pain, But I Don't See The Gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But where's the gain.&lt;br /&gt;The gain is only more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the pain a few times, &lt;br /&gt;Each time telling myself that pain might be worthy&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't do much&lt;br /&gt;So each time I'll to endure al the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But the promised gain is only more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignore This Post. Crap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-7982344464147321769?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/7982344464147321769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=7982344464147321769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/7982344464147321769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/7982344464147321769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-pain-no-gain-they-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-236227760200308972</id><published>2009-12-22T15:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:27:34.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-----Lone Part 4-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time to get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;There's still that road ahead,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop at this quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up...searching for signs,&lt;br /&gt;But there was only one sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow Your Heart. Trusts Instincts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusts intincts. How am I suppose to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have any other choice.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew once more,&lt;br /&gt;And this time....the images I saw days ago returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, they seem to be more solid than the last.&lt;br /&gt;However, I heard my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;It told me that they had left me before,&lt;br /&gt;And they might do it again.&lt;br /&gt;The blow of lost would be greater each time,&lt;br /&gt;Till I became numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart says just hold on tight,&lt;br /&gt;they might not be blown off afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up between both signs,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Seriously Just A Story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-236227760200308972?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/236227760200308972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=236227760200308972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/236227760200308972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/236227760200308972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-get-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5927543702610124928</id><published>2009-12-19T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:48:07.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Miss Sophia Yap yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Was too tired to post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to have Lunch with her at...&lt;br /&gt;Er... I forgot that place's name...&lt;br /&gt;But it's in Dohby Ghuat&lt;br /&gt;Food's really nice&lt;br /&gt;Burnt a big hole in my pocket but guess it's worth it&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball after that&lt;br /&gt;Was tired on the way to Kallang&lt;br /&gt;But somehow when we started playing&lt;br /&gt;I became very hyper&lt;br /&gt;(don't believe ask jiangmaan and laihong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the rare times I got into the mood and&lt;br /&gt;Scored more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;Except when I went home and got scolded lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my internet scared the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly top working again.&lt;br /&gt;I was like...what the hell??&lt;br /&gt;But after spamming clicks &lt;br /&gt;Managed to make it work :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue on my Lone after I done homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5927543702610124928?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5927543702610124928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5927543702610124928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5927543702610124928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5927543702610124928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-out-with-miss-sophia-yap-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8524121311147570948</id><published>2009-12-17T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:03:48.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch "Avatar" today&lt;br /&gt;Worth the money&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I had emotions for that movie&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rush even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr worse. Gonna be a bigger hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog's very dead&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like the only reader.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats because life isn't totally mine&lt;br /&gt;And I cant just post whatever I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lol, Stop Deluding Myself. I Know Very Well What I Really Want To Post So You All CAn See.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;I really don't know what your want.&lt;br /&gt;I really want everything to be normal again,&lt;br /&gt;Between all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I dun like the way its like,&lt;br /&gt;Why??? This is really starting to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;All of you.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's The Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8524121311147570948?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8524121311147570948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8524121311147570948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8524121311147570948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8524121311147570948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-watch-avatar-today-worth-money.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6910230206392658757</id><published>2009-12-16T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:26:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Internet Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I thought I would rejoice, but I don't really feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I gotten used to the internet-less that I felt more happy &lt;br /&gt;When I'm not playing the com. &lt;br /&gt;Probably because I have a mad rush of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, my hair is growing back, but its still way shorter from what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much happening in Cambodian. Full detail I lazy type&lt;br /&gt;But view here, I found someone's blog who posted all our activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laihonglovesyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;LaiHong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mental part of Cambodia..my thoughts in other words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol really enjoyed cambodia&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's been an eye-opening experience.&lt;br /&gt;Would go back there if I had the money to =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony, they always wanted a life like ours, out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;But I admire their life, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Being poor has made their mutual trust for each other so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jiang Maan, Xuan Kai, Johan went to eat at a restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;But we entered the wrong restaurant that was beside the one we wanted&lt;br /&gt;(They have no proper restaurant boundary) &lt;br /&gt;But they didn't scrutinize us, but instead went to get the menu for the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant we wanted for us next door!&lt;br /&gt;Both shops didn't mind us sitting where&lt;br /&gt;(though eventually we changeour seat to the correct restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;And helped each other earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life in cambodia is at more relaxing pace&lt;br /&gt;I could really look around and observe and appreciate nature,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas here life is too fast and busy that we forget to appreciate nature.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much more things to say,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't and I dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;I Always Known Words Could Destroy If It Was Used Destructively. But I Never Thought It Could Do So Much Over A Few Weeks. Perhaps It Isn't Always Ideal To Spend Too Much Time With Friends. Because Conflicts Can Arise Within Seconds, I Realized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the way things turned out,&lt;br /&gt;But I wish it would end well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this wouldn't end badly.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be any part of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm washing my hands off, and don't get me involved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost My Trust In You, All Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6910230206392658757?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6910230206392658757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6910230206392658757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6910230206392658757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6910230206392658757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/internet-back.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-684749543622855275</id><published>2009-12-15T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:17:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from cambodia&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't type out all cuz in sch, using sch laptop&lt;br /&gt;Zzz com spoilt, so wont be online for some period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed cambodia, shall post in detail when I can.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, look at laihong and quan qin's facebook for photos&lt;br /&gt;of our SL trip =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-684749543622855275?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/684749543622855275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=684749543622855275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/684749543622855275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/684749543622855275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-cambodia-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5248107889779762543</id><published>2009-11-14T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:22:10.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>----------Lone Part 3------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking in that quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I thought about many things.&lt;br /&gt;I did the only thing I could.&lt;br /&gt;I swam. Or at least I tried. I reached the sandbank and pulled myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost choked to death.&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly wished I should have just let myself die there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I suddenly seem to have awaken from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I had made a right choice in pulling myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just going to be a lonely, dark journey.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. This journey is a torture,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I continue this journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this experience in the pool of sand,&lt;br /&gt;I realised the may things I cant do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't swim, I can't cycle, &lt;br /&gt;I lose my sense of directions easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I thought I can focus when things are in distraught,&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably a silent consolation that I can at least do something.&lt;br /&gt;But the journey made sure I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It made me admit to myself that I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself, I think of all the 1000 simple abilties that a human&lt;br /&gt;Of my age can do, and I think I can do none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak...&lt;br /&gt;How can I hope to win the treasure I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;The treasure that got me started on this journey in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted my actions.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted thinking that the Light was the treasure I pursued,&lt;br /&gt;And ended up in this quicksand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have set out on this journey afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy before I thought about it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get the treasure if I put in sincerity and tried.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had the quality and ability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I realised I thought too highly of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a boulder, and tears came.&lt;br /&gt;In my real life, I would never, and I mean Never!&lt;br /&gt;Let tears flow.&lt;br /&gt;But inside, in this journey, this is my journey.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fool my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know although outside, I don't let tears flow,&lt;br /&gt;But right now, right here, I know I sat on a boulder&lt;br /&gt;and let them flow. No one would see know, except myself,&lt;br /&gt;There no need to hide my tears in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful, Worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is Seriously Just A Story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5248107889779762543?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5248107889779762543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5248107889779762543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5248107889779762543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5248107889779762543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/11/lone-part-3-im-sinking-in-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1474697435237388278</id><published>2009-11-14T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:51:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I been posting sequels to that story I started not too long. So I will try to write it on a total post on it's own and label it. It's labelled as "Lone"&lt;br /&gt;If cant find thhat post, I have also linked it at the Links section of my blog&lt;br /&gt;, under "Life"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went swimming with Jeric, Osel, Joey, Jieying, Hazeline Zihan, Chen Xi.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that got total pwned by Jeric at racing games&lt;br /&gt;Well, I totally sucked at racing games.&lt;br /&gt;Or more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of thinking well I swam. Or trying to swim. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really learnt how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;I mean not even basics.&lt;br /&gt;But still able to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I learnt to run without learning to walk.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I can't run properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Things that is pushing and pulling.&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to push, but somethings just kept pulling me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, was gonna push away yesterday, but&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this won't make sense to readers, so ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having so many doubts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I...&lt;br /&gt;Can I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many doubts.&lt;br /&gt;So overall, yesterday was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Minus that getting lost and that doubting part&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deluding Myself, Trying To Convince Myself Of A Fact I Can't Change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1474697435237388278?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1474697435237388278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=1474697435237388278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1474697435237388278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1474697435237388278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-been-posting-sequels-to-that-story-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2132190633805057478</id><published>2009-11-11T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:45:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watch finished "Hotel Rwanda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;So many people died. Because of some stupid things like&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your race. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Just because the tutsi once oppressed the hutu, the hutu set out &lt;br /&gt;On ethnic cleansing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a horrible prospect.&lt;br /&gt;The UN were kinda pathetic there.&lt;br /&gt;Cant blame there. They no support.&lt;br /&gt;The survivors of the war were lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;Because they were ambushed my the Hutu Army.&lt;br /&gt;It was the UN and foreign army that saved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, there was a epilogue.&lt;br /&gt;It said, millions of body were left on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story.&lt;br /&gt;========================================= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... lessons are boring these days =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Know What's The Right Choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2132190633805057478?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2132190633805057478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2132190633805057478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2132190633805057478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2132190633805057478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-watch-finished-hotel-rwanda.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5056469452027923468</id><published>2009-11-04T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:30:54.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post Exams mood is the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm not enjoying the freedom of&lt;br /&gt;No more exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because my EOY marks are reflected from my actions&lt;br /&gt;But, nevertheless, it's the road ahead that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the speed that times fies really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost sec 4 so fast.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna take 'O' levels in like 11 months' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that's short,&lt;br /&gt;Then, before you know it, you might already reached that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't believe I can remember what Mr Gui said&lt;br /&gt;In his last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way To Find Happiness Will Be Not To Find Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Because Where There Is Happiness, There Is Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That, The Higher The Hopes You Bear,&lt;br /&gt;The Greater The Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been tired nowadays. Each time, I reached home, &lt;br /&gt;Ate Lunch, bathed,&lt;br /&gt;Then slept after playing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will wake up around 7+&lt;br /&gt;Just Like Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to Osel's tag:&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps wad you said about friends is true.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't like it though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean disliking your view,&lt;br /&gt;I mean disliking that the world was made this way,&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, it's just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update my profile on a new wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;( When I Feel Like It )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, gonna work out. Really need tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored once again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna chat?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Can't Tell You What To Do, But I Can Tell You To Forget It. Forget Everything I've Said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5056469452027923468?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5056469452027923468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5056469452027923468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5056469452027923468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5056469452027923468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-exams-mood-is-air.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6565309500763942011</id><published>2009-10-30T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:31:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll try to make this really short, Cause I'm tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Cambodia packing today.&lt;br /&gt;Started work around 9 and ended at...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot? 1? 2?&lt;br /&gt;around there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then helped laihong to pack her "Food For Thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think I saw boxes&lt;br /&gt;more than I ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I helped to pack last Wednesday, and the Wednesday before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever handled that much boxes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And tape. And Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home round 5. Bathed then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 9.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;Many Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police Tape, Chalk Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6565309500763942011?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6565309500763942011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6565309500763942011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6565309500763942011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6565309500763942011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-try-to-make-this-really-short-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6633050495085350316</id><published>2009-10-28T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:11:17.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really playing com a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Class is getting boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, main reason for posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rants On Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Note-------------------&lt;br /&gt;The following comments are not suitable for kids under or over age of 15,&lt;br /&gt;born after Feb 25, Born before Feb 25, and not by the name of Dean Lee Zi Yang.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Dun Read This.&lt;br /&gt;If you get offended, it's not my prob.&lt;br /&gt;-----disclaimer----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Your Jokes Are Really Too Much. It May Not To Seem To Matter To You,&lt;br /&gt;But That Doesn't Mean Others Don't Mind. It's Fine When You Joke About It A Few Times, But Not When It Becomes Suaning Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Insult The Things You Do, Even If I Don't Like It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Use Our Friendship Against Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Have My Own Life, My Own Privacy.&lt;br /&gt;I May Let You Know Some Things, But&lt;br /&gt;When Sometimes It Involves My Own Privacy,&lt;br /&gt;I Hope You Would Respect Me Decision Not To Share It With You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You Used Our Friendship Against Me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat Threatened Me.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Know If You Meant That As A Threat,&lt;br /&gt;But I Really Hate This.&lt;br /&gt;It Ain't The First Time.&lt;br /&gt;I Think I've Been Relatively Giving In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threaten me all you ppl want.&lt;br /&gt;Crap all you ppl want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in the story,&lt;br /&gt;You guys are just like the images in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Blown away by a wind,&lt;br /&gt;Gone in a wisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by all means, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6633050495085350316?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6633050495085350316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6633050495085350316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6633050495085350316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6633050495085350316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3029309160737928037</id><published>2009-10-25T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:22:54.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted my ankle on Friday&lt;br /&gt;Skipped CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped CCA to have a little bit of fun, &lt;br /&gt;Then went and Twist my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been really bored last two days&lt;br /&gt;Like, wanna go out or something, just that kinda broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay main reason for posting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------Lone Part 2-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;As I continued walking, I came upon a cross road.&lt;br /&gt;I know which route which would suited me best.&lt;br /&gt;So I walked down that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back.&lt;br /&gt;That has been known to be a fatal mistake made my many.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back, and thought about the other path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw light at the end of that path.&lt;br /&gt;I started to imagine all the good things.&lt;br /&gt;And when I did, my senses lost control.&lt;br /&gt;The desire took control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backtracked, ignoring all the signals and warnings to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached that crossroad again.&lt;br /&gt;I convinced myself this would be the end of a long, sick journey.&lt;br /&gt;The light I saw must have meant happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran straight at it, ignoring all the warnings my sub-consciousness  &lt;br /&gt;Was screaming at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell into this quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;I stoned. &lt;br /&gt;I really though I had seen light.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be a broken mirrior reflecting off light from the dimishing stars.&lt;br /&gt;Broken hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to sank into this quicksand, and then I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted losing my senses.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't once taught me enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss music.&lt;br /&gt;Miss drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, leading a really boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drowning In The River Of Denial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3029309160737928037?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3029309160737928037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3029309160737928037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3029309160737928037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3029309160737928037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2426088426053398423</id><published>2009-10-22T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:24:09.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotten results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed A Maths as usual&lt;br /&gt;But unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would do well for A Maths and badly for E Maths&lt;br /&gt;Turned out I got A2 for E Maths but failed A Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't put in a lot of effort into A Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was...I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aimed to pass. I aimed for a B3 even.&lt;br /&gt;But after I got paper I thought I would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But got 64%, a B4.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising but saddening.&lt;br /&gt;Pass, but failed my goals afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Unexpected B4. Thought I could get at least B3 if not A2.&lt;br /&gt;Same as A Maths. Didn't put in effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Osel Lim:&lt;br /&gt;Stop fretting over it. you already got 2 A1 for your sciences&lt;br /&gt;it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;It' disappointing yea, but at least you had tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was crapping irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I got an A2. But really not happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;I meant if I had really dunno how do I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get A1 or A2 are all those MCQ score very high, pulling their paper 2 up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored A1 for paper 2 but my MCQ I blankout halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Left 8 Qns blank.&lt;br /&gt;Got 26/ 40&lt;br /&gt;Then crapping pull my A1 down.&lt;br /&gt;Let this be my lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, not up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest - heck care le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through some songs in my old phone&lt;br /&gt;Only post lyrics though. No point posting the songs since&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone listens to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect World - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;I never could’ve seen this far&lt;br /&gt;I never could’ve seen this coming&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my world’s falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so hard&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can deal with the things you said&lt;br /&gt;It just won’t go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;This could never happen&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;You’d still be here&lt;br /&gt;And it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;I could just pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;But to you&lt;br /&gt;This means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;Until the day it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a miracle to make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could bring you back&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t find my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Without you I just can’t find my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;This could never happen&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;You’d still be here&lt;br /&gt;And it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;I could just pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;But to you&lt;br /&gt;This means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I should do now&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I should go&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost when you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;This could never happen&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;You’d still be here&lt;br /&gt;And it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;I could just pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;But to you&lt;br /&gt;This means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I liked SP songs last time&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miracle. Or Not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2426088426053398423?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2426088426053398423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2426088426053398423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2426088426053398423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2426088426053398423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotten-results-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1784611706931787013</id><published>2009-10-20T18:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:22:18.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to sch to do stock-check for NCC room.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Han asked Si Yuan come along&lt;br /&gt;Said my job will be passed to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what my new job is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC ROOM CLEANER?&lt;br /&gt;Maybes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joey and Jeric &lt;br /&gt;Apparently Scouts and NPCC also doing stock-check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AN EMO POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------"Lone"-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I walk down the unknown road,&lt;br /&gt;In a dark night&lt;br /&gt;I looked around.&lt;br /&gt;I saw two crows, beak to beak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw faces, whom I thought was close friends&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked together...&lt;br /&gt;We walked, and I was happy to have company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a gust of wind came &lt;br /&gt;All of these images seems to dissolves in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;But no sadness&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why? Could it be a part of me already know this would happen&lt;br /&gt;And then I pretended that I was not alone and was happy&lt;br /&gt;But this gust of wind awaken me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the road, kept thinking about the images&lt;br /&gt;I hate the wind, I told myself&lt;br /&gt;What was it trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking, the I came across this forked road.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the signs anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I stood for ages, rooted and lost.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a pair of crows amongst all this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were the pair of birds I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They flew together to this forked road, then they both went their own ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no signs because it doesn't matter which way I went&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except for Love, as some Romantists said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the crows separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't choose a road.&lt;br /&gt;I just walked any one road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then new thoughts came to me&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that only I understand myself in this cold dark world&lt;br /&gt;And that those images I saw would disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that when the right ones came, they would be solid&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't get blown off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... so I just kept walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the day.&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-356675806660514298</id><published>2009-10-10T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:00:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last post was about songs...&lt;br /&gt;And this post has got something to do with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got really bored after studying Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;So I stoned for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason that I can't fathom,&lt;br /&gt;"Six Feet Under The Stars" kept playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;(refer to previous post to know that song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like the lyrics because I feel like the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Thats when the Inspirations came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture formed in my mind when it came to the chorus&lt;br /&gt;So I took 5 tries to transfer the picture from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Into a real drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm not a real artist you know.&lt;br /&gt;5 tries's normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" alt="How I Wish I Could Be Like This" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" alt="Close-up view" width="290" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" alt="Stars..." width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00432.jpg" border="0" alt="Me" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Fall In The Grave I've Been Digging Myself&lt;br /&gt;But There's Room For Two&lt;br /&gt;Six Feet Under The Stars ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the part of the chorus that the picture really took roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the pic is what I believed would be me&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, what I wished I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps It's really what I'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grave that I drew in a heart shape...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Love Kills&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking up at the stars...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering if there's a room for two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is &lt;br /&gt;DEDICATED TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I Just Reading Too Much Into It?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-356675806660514298?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/356675806660514298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=356675806660514298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/356675806660514298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/356675806660514298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-post-was-about-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6670487470635935179</id><published>2009-10-09T21:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:37:57.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Shall study Chemistry tmr and sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF00FF;"&gt;Six Feet Under The Stars&lt;br /&gt;- All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="270" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDg5xhyS3js&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDg5xhyS3js&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="270" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Time to lay claim to the evidence&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints sell me out&lt;br /&gt;But our footprints washed away&lt;br /&gt;From the docks downtown&lt;br /&gt;It's been getting late for days&lt;br /&gt;And I feel myself deserving of a little time off&lt;br /&gt;We can kick it here for hours&lt;br /&gt;And just mouth off about the world&lt;br /&gt;And how we know it's going straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass me another bottle, honey&lt;br /&gt;The Jaeger's so sweet&lt;br /&gt;But if it keeps you around, then I'm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on Thames Street&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you out&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm hardly worth your time&lt;br /&gt;In the cold, you look so fierce&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warming up&lt;br /&gt;Because the tension's like a fire&lt;br /&gt;We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes&lt;br /&gt;And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line&lt;br /&gt;Fall in the grave I've been digging myself&lt;br /&gt;But there's room for two&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better than to call you out&lt;br /&gt;(On a night like this, a night like this)&lt;br /&gt;If not for you, I know I'd tear this place to the ground&lt;br /&gt;(But I'm all right like this, all right like this)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Before you sober up and get gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm always in over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thames Street&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you out&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm hardly worth your time&lt;br /&gt;In the cold, you look so fierce&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warming up&lt;br /&gt;Because the tension's like a fire&lt;br /&gt;We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes&lt;br /&gt;And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line&lt;br /&gt;Fall in the grave I've been digging myself&lt;br /&gt;But there's room for two&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to lay claim to the evidence&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints sell me out&lt;br /&gt;But our footprints washed away&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty, but I'm safe for one more day&lt;br /&gt;Overdressed and underage&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need see an ID?&lt;br /&gt;This is embarrassing as hell&lt;br /&gt;But I can cover for it so well&lt;br /&gt;When we're six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thames Street&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you out&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm hardly worth your time&lt;br /&gt;In the cold you look so fierce&lt;br /&gt;But I'm warming up&lt;br /&gt;Because the tension's like a fire&lt;br /&gt;We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes&lt;br /&gt;And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line&lt;br /&gt;Fall in the grave I've been digging myself&lt;br /&gt;But there's room for two&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under the stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really room for two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy abt this song and "Walls", "Damned If I Do Ya, Damned If Don't"&lt;br /&gt;From All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could feel like the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is It Too Much To Hope?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6670487470635935179?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6670487470635935179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6670487470635935179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6670487470635935179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6670487470635935179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2797663693900497122</id><published>2009-10-05T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:27:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so Crapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied 3 hours of E and A Maths just for test today&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't understand the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 不甘心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I screwed Chinese up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had EL paper ytd.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying compo's a breeze&lt;br /&gt;(But I scared say le later do badly for it,&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to eat my words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote about Lessons in Life.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much probs with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant look at my blog archives and you know almost every 3 post, 1 of them will have a reflection and some of them have lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing the compo halfway, I suddenly didnt feel good.&lt;br /&gt;I worte about good lessons and painful lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And when I got to the painful ones, I got more memories and lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few times since I was able to write a compo without thinking that much.&lt;br /&gt;Probably cuz the story is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Compre was/is a major srew-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just done my Bio homework. Skipped some long answers one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn phone, of all times to spoil, why now? zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Exams, I'm Gonna Get A Shot. I Want To Try To Make A Miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2797663693900497122?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2797663693900497122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2797663693900497122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2797663693900497122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2797663693900497122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-so-crapped-studied-3-hours-of-e.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6518927100765609146</id><published>2009-09-28T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:32:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of more new thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;But shall once again keep them to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's too much that I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my thoughts comes in a form of reflections and blog posts,&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends have their own way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow today, I didn't feel like talking&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I felt hurt by a comment that made me&lt;br /&gt;silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;I WILL POST MY REFLECTION TODAY IN PICTURES :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;These are the oldest pics in my handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Eagle Top View" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00235.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say I made this Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Eagle Side View" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00236.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Eagle Hung On My Drawer :)" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00244.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung it somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Last Year Art Lesson...." src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00221.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I did during Dec holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;Though the eagle was really harder than I had imagined it in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty proud of it,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's one of the few times I actually handcrafted something I thought of&lt;br /&gt;And it took me almost 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...I first pictures it in my mind the day before&lt;br /&gt;Then been trying to make it but the wings were somehow wrong&lt;br /&gt;Only after 3 failed tries then I figured out the shape of the wings&lt;br /&gt;And It can REALLY FLY. I threw it a few times&lt;br /&gt;It actually flew for a few secs before crashing xDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Paper was wasted in the process though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that Amberfire...Last year Art !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Now For This Year's Pic------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Did This During Geog When I Was Really Bored" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00223.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP did this in Geog. I'm sure LJM saw this before and diao-ed me&lt;br /&gt;( like this &gt;&gt;&gt;  -.-" ) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="As you can see...title's Infinite Death" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00423.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Infinite Death" Did This Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Love the Sun Releasing DarkLight :)" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/DSC00421.jpg" width="293" height="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DarkLight" Did This Today Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both was during MT and and Recess and a bit of Maths. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Infinite Death is only so-so&lt;br /&gt;But I like it cuz's it's simple and nice&lt;br /&gt;Have no meaning behind this though. Except for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I Like DarkLight. Took me two redraws before I had this.&lt;br /&gt;And this holds the most meaning for what I felt today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were what I meant at the start of this post when I said I'll post in pics :)&lt;br /&gt;There is suppose to be one more pic called Broken Hope and one more Untitled which I haven't think of a name yet, but I got a rough pic in my mind because I put the comment that hurt me into that pic...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;The meanings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Death's only meaning is that there's is no end to sadness. Death here doesnt mean die, just means thing that you dun like. And Infinite doesnt mean forever here, just means before your eyes that you keep seeing or hearing. Generally, things that hurt you which you don't want to face but it keeps appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darklight, told LJM meaning of this.&lt;br /&gt;A few. Generally it means even things you hope for, or wished for it can't even happen in dreams, not to mention reality. Light is suppose to give Hope, Sight or Happiness. DarkLight is just the opposite. It Gives Falsed Hope in the form of sadness or torturing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Hope came right after DarkLight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Untitled...which I think I will name it Anaesthatic ( a drug that makes you numb, but I dunno how spell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons will probably be with them next post, if I got time to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....going to study.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I Wonder...Force This Away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6518927100765609146?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6518927100765609146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6518927100765609146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6518927100765609146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6518927100765609146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-of-more-new-thoughts-but-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-7281895780730831863</id><published>2009-09-24T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:22:57.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry was a total disaster&lt;br /&gt;Didn't study yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The test was a total piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left half my paper blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't concentrate in class&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can understand, since I just went back MIDAS to&lt;br /&gt;Learn it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy. Shall go revise a bit then go ZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wish I Knew What You Are Thinking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-7281895780730831863?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/7281895780730831863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=7281895780730831863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/7281895780730831863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/7281895780730831863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/chemistry-was-total-disaster-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3647348665970528827</id><published>2009-09-22T21:10:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:26:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played basketball with LJM LLH.&lt;br /&gt;Then about to go home when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then LJM's Mocha went BOOM&lt;br /&gt;When he bought him, I asked him drink it&lt;br /&gt;Dun leave in bag&lt;br /&gt;Dun listen, see what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJM SEE THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;不听 DEAN LEE 言，吃亏在眼前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied him to coffee shop so that he can go home later&lt;br /&gt;We like young Ah Pehs, drinking soft drinks while watching TV there&lt;br /&gt;Then Kimberley came, then my bus came and I went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at 6++&lt;br /&gt;Bathe, ate, and just done my overdue MT hw and today's EL hw&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to revise Chemistry and Biology,&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to A FRIEND asking me to come online, have to sacrifice that.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda glad actually xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On my previous post, I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uploading Some Pictures&lt;br /&gt;- Played a game when my internet was down&lt;br /&gt;whereby Im the interior designer and I have to build rooms and paint them&lt;br /&gt;with time limit.&lt;br /&gt;But got one part of them is free style (my own house)&lt;br /&gt;I found some screen shots of them. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, as promised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Living Room" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/my_apartment_20090807_224114_0.png" width="295" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Kitchen" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/my_apartment_20090807_224136_0.png" width="295" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Bathroom" src="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/deanlee94/my_apartment_20090807_224942_0.png" width="295" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If can't see clearly, press CLRT + to zoom in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------Quiz Time---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Request of THAT FRIEND ^^^&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, just call him LJM, bored oh writing &lt;em&gt;that friend&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying&lt;br /&gt;On the Request of LJM,&lt;br /&gt;Here's the quiz he wanted me to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite True&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a long post. Spent very long on the pictures. Thanks Ben for helping me solve the link prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...ooonly people who really reads my post till the end will see this.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to put in front&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's well...I dunno why&lt;br /&gt;Just a voice in my head told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Physics had a test&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know got test, totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore missed a period of Physic cuz went for CCA stuff at 10.50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had not a single clue on how to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to change my attitude for Physic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;Each time I try to understand, I just end up clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses. Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to face him,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I just cant understand Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tay said some of her students rather fail Chemistry than ask her&lt;br /&gt;Cuz of one setback then scared of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence kept repeating today in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tay said that some time ago, but it came back to me&lt;br /&gt;So vividly and sharp, like hinting something&lt;br /&gt;I wished I wouldn't remember it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she hit the nail on the spot,&lt;br /&gt;Touched a raw nerve,&lt;br /&gt;Expose my fear&lt;br /&gt;Whatever phrase you can think of &lt;br /&gt;To describe being found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to face Mr Gui if I could even get myself a consultation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. If you made it far enough to see this part, then dun talk to me about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drifting. Drifting Like A Driftwood. Drifting Like A Driftwood In The Middle Of Nowhere. When Will I See Shore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3647348665970528827?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3647348665970528827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3647348665970528827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3647348665970528827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3647348665970528827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/reach-home-at-6-bathe-ate-and-just-done.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8302447837759332943</id><published>2009-09-21T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:39:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning had a peace walk with ncc hq.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kranji War Memorial for "supposedly" walk&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 6.30&lt;br /&gt;Reach Kranji at 7.40&lt;br /&gt;Took shuttle from Kranji with Brian and Jasper&lt;br /&gt;Apparently D.S and Jianxiong was together cuz they reached later&lt;br /&gt;But we all met up&lt;br /&gt;Waited like 1 hr for that thing to start.&lt;br /&gt;They say will have a walk then a speech, then some commerative music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing started then we walked like 30m&lt;br /&gt;Then so fast reach le. The speech like 5 min, then one minute of silence out of respect to the dead who fought for S'pore. Then trumpet blowing commerative music. Then over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ dumb right? ask me 5.30 wake up just for like that. ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jieying on the way home LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I had a lot of time alone toady, I been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Actually 80% doing Chemistry homwework. 10% gaming&lt;br /&gt;10% thinking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a thing the school can't teach, it's human moral thinking.&lt;br /&gt;They been feeding us lessons to score well etc.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't really teach students about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ponderng.....&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I guess I really changed.&lt;br /&gt;Regret doesn't always leave scars, it may heal too.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much from my own reflections and others' too&lt;br /&gt;When I was in sec 1 and 2, I probably look at each day as a passing day&lt;br /&gt;And during recess, my thinking revolves around just me, my small group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved this aspect of change.&lt;br /&gt;I think I see things more as a whole now.&lt;br /&gt;I take in my surroundings, I'm more mindful about words and actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Life isn't always fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through time, I have grown and gained ability to precept at more point of views.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Mr Ang, Darma Teacher. I remember he gave us each a slip of paper, with a word written on it, says what harms us most what we we need most. Mine wrote "Anger". The other side was " Precept" I had a temper, and precept was my cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that I can judge better, or hopefully not judge, but thats impossible, becausing human judge everday. Just thinking whether to jaywalk or not is already judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have perhaps feel less happy. Because when you can see things around you better, you don't always see good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I look around, the many people are saddled with probs, Be it sch or relationships and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lost for words. I just typed out instinctly without my mind even needing to think, and I didnt realise it's that long.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Have I Just Written Out Loads Of Crap To You Guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading Some Pictures&lt;br /&gt;- Played a game when my internet was down&lt;br /&gt;whereby Im the interior designer and I have to build rooms and paint them&lt;br /&gt;with time limit.&lt;br /&gt;But got one part of them is free style (my own house)&lt;br /&gt;I found some screen shots of them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll upload tomorrow, Internet Lagging) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Falling Too Deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2200158019034829440</id><published>2009-09-20T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:07:03.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven posted for some time cuz of internet probs&lt;br /&gt;Anyways blog seems pretty dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can this weird feeling that I'm alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;Dun think of this statement as fear or lonely, I'm not&lt;br /&gt;It's just a primitve instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really am&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told recently by my CLT that &lt;br /&gt;I could have attain my staff&lt;br /&gt;Even if I missed half the senior spec&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he could arrange for me&lt;br /&gt;But too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very very disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Very angry.&lt;br /&gt;Felt kinda raged when someone told me it doesn't matter, who cares, just a stupid rank)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who said it, could it be a voice in my head?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I dun think it matters to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's NOT just a stupid rank&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT just a stupid Lanyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to take it in my stride&lt;br /&gt;That rank doesnt mean you are best&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a better leader even with or without that rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;"A Leader Takes Up The Mantle Not Because He Wants The Mantle, Because He Wears The Mantle When He Knows It's His Duty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;From somewhere I read before, forgot the poet who wrote that&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't scare me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Sees no point of it anyway&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Focus.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRADES&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to talk about the last few days I couldn't use com&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, I wish to hold it all inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Aihua wanted me to write a speech about feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejected her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Thinker, I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I know I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;And wished to let my thoughts be Mine, and Mine only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there really true friends?&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't mistrust my friends like this.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't let my fears control me,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to think that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what if my thoughts were right?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince myself that my friends will stay&lt;br /&gt;As loyal, as a friend to me&lt;br /&gt;But am I deluding myself?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I coop up at home, and dun feel like facing anyone&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel something lacking in my friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I need trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT EMO POST ZZZ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay Your Heart Next To Mine, I Feel So Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2200158019034829440?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-4132926407686099194.post-4794576133555904648</id><published>2009-09-12T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:57:22.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Cambodia Pre-Course was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the lecture part&lt;br /&gt;I only tried one of the two High Elements circuit&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could have tried the other one&lt;br /&gt;Partnered Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely I'll let Ben's pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;(If he posted la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some thoughts about it,&lt;br /&gt;But shall keep them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;But I learnt that only under pressure will you know who are those that really gives a hoot about you and not themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a "nice" morning that day. Before I went for the pre-course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Can Wait is really nice. &lt;br /&gt;We The Kings ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry homework is easy, but it kills -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Are The Master Of Ourselvs. Fear Is Only An Obstacle To Power. Once You Defeat Fear, You Have Power &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4794576133555904648?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4794576133555904648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4794576133555904648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4794576133555904648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4794576133555904648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/cambodia-pre-course-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1200763200146482651</id><published>2009-09-03T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:00:59.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Army Open House was really cool this year,&lt;br /&gt;But apparently we all didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Heatstroke + no water = Major Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't blame the juniors for the way they felt about AOH&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played com the whole day. Not fun zzz&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi General Hospital to get immunisation&lt;br /&gt;But they say SAT dun have ZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Waste transport fees and time zzz&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go to SATA on Mon&lt;br /&gt;More reliable services there&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played com morning&lt;br /&gt;Osel came my house for a while&lt;br /&gt;Then went to play basketball with Laihong and Kim&lt;br /&gt;Was/Is/It's really fun&lt;br /&gt;Played match with people there.&lt;br /&gt;Random team-up&lt;br /&gt;Me, LLH, Kim, Kim's brother, LLH brother&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;Osel, and 4 others ppl&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Their team isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;They dun make good use of teamwork..&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we won?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz only I can block Osel's rebound&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we nearly same height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shooting not good though&lt;br /&gt;Can aim, but always overshot.&lt;br /&gt;Too much strength I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms Aching Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION TIME AGAIN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Thanks Hazeline for giving me that note on teacher's day&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not a teacher or what.&lt;br /&gt;In response to your note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Whatever I said was from experience, observation and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom....well, I'm still far from it.&lt;br /&gt;(btw, I had a very strong vision last night.&lt;br /&gt;A voice told me to be a teacher when I look for a job after school life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "This Is Curry. Really"&lt;br /&gt;Yea, really authentic curry.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it (by staring at it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL that note did meant something to me. &lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;Thanks again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;CE had a reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Had to write about a teacher you like?&lt;br /&gt;Was forced to do it&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have any teachers I like. &lt;br /&gt;Wanted put Ibrahim, but wad Mdm Tay said really affected me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, now I feel all teachers are hypocrites,&lt;br /&gt;So I put a teacher that I don't feel that is hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;I put Miss Sophia Yap:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cambodia pre-course is on 11th Sep&lt;br /&gt;My Senior Spec on 10-12th Sep&lt;br /&gt;Have to choose between one&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so had to get the cake.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't eat it&lt;br /&gt;What's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided on Cambodia, so gonna give up my First/Staff/Master/&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;"The Hardest Lie To Forgive Is The One You Haven't Tried Accepting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------Ending-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end with my answer to a long-fought question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first, the Chicken or the EGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If egg came first, and is not fertilsed by any chickens, there wont be any chicks&lt;br /&gt;So Chickens must come first, to have eggs, fertilise them, and hatch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only my answr. Still have many rebutals to it.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's been a long-fought question for centuries:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wished I Knew What You Were Thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1200763200146482651?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1200763200146482651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=1200763200146482651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1200763200146482651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1200763200146482651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5064008490635540251</id><published>2009-09-02T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:37:10.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally free these days.&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball for past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty worned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot things happened at the same time, and each blew me hard.&lt;br /&gt;I will overcome them all&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Want It, Even If It's Torture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5064008490635540251?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5064008490635540251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5064008490635540251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5064008490635540251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5064008490635540251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-free-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6880316710398107925</id><published>2009-08-29T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:53:41.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tied Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chewing off more than I can bite&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to NCC HQ yesterday for briefing&lt;br /&gt;for the course.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite short, but they delivered the point.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we'll need to revise old commands tha we haven't done for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Then was 5 of us squeezed into a teacher's car.&lt;br /&gt;Was dropped at Aljunied MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Laihong, Kimberley, LJM, Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;and two other guys (kimberley's friends?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played basketball&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I total noob at it -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then went home &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back most results&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think got back all&lt;br /&gt;My both Maths results was nothing to be proud of...&lt;br /&gt;Surprising got B4 for Chemistry and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to get 30/50 for Physics, because I somehow doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at the last page of paper, Mr Gui had a &lt;br /&gt;"I expect to get ___/ 50 " &lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote 30 for fun&lt;br /&gt;But it really came true...&lt;br /&gt;Chem dropped from B3 to B4&lt;br /&gt;B4 got 63% 1 more mark to get B3&lt;br /&gt;Will fight for it on Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog, total disaster...&lt;br /&gt;SS...urgh...sucks&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities got 54.1 ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;one mark away from C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall failed Biology only?&lt;br /&gt;But it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Year done well for chem and bio, badly for physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I started trying hard for Physics, Biology came to hit me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Funny, isn't it? But It's Funny In A Way That I'm Not Laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I already knew I would do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Want It To Stop, It's Secretly Hurting Me, But I Want To Feel It, Even If It Hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6880316710398107925?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6880316710398107925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6880316710398107925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6880316710398107925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6880316710398107925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/tied-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8170975336363785268</id><published>2009-08-27T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:08:54.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven tried to update profile page of my blog. Too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in a particulaylr good mood today&lt;br /&gt;Especially morning.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got reminded of it, I'm starting to feel moody again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done really badly biology. &lt;br /&gt;Despite studying for almost 2 days for it, I stil failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Geography.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless about it, and so bu gan xin.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I should be happy that I got 11/20 counting that I did not do a 5 mark question&lt;br /&gt;and did not complete another 5 mark question, so it was a miracle. But, looking back, I'm sure I could have done better&lt;br /&gt;If there wasn't a lack of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point feeling desperate now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Laihong for the effort in trying to find marks for my biology to help me pass.&lt;br /&gt;But, it doesnt affect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inspirations Recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What really means something to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8170975336363785268?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8170975336363785268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-4132926407686099194.post-3618530605584850155</id><published>2009-08-20T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:23:37.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Locked my blog up for 30 min to do major editing to this skin&lt;br /&gt;Should be bug-free and links should work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to do final touches to music, cbox etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Ben, thanks for that remainder about not hating physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel such a letdown to Mr Gui.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant to do physics well, even after so much effort mr gui put in.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of giving up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3618530605584850155?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3618530605584850155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3618530605584850155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3618530605584850155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3618530605584850155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/locked-my-blog-up-for-30-min-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6469527266745250995</id><published>2009-08-19T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:25:28.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall do a short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den do revision for Phy and Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been scoring well in maths these day&lt;br /&gt;And Physics just puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;Or Is It Because I Didnt Put In Enough Effort For Physics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;YTD had expository workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A workshop is only effective if the students can remember it&lt;br /&gt;But if we cant even remember it,&lt;br /&gt;Then It's Not Much Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was okay.&lt;br /&gt;At least the sec 1 although a bit guai lan,&lt;br /&gt;But at least they are more innocent and obedient&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2...most of them look ganster and hooligans, but they're nice to get along with&lt;br /&gt;Just that I'm quite pissed off with some people for being racists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3. No comments. Disappointed with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes Are The Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Failures Are Steps To Success&lt;br /&gt;- by Mobile TV (on bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6469527266745250995?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6469527266745250995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6469527266745250995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6469527266745250995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6469527266745250995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/shall-do-short-post-den-do-revision-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2755586616506266475</id><published>2009-08-17T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:44:30.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied most of my chem today.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'll remember them&lt;br /&gt;Hate Chpt 7(Diamonds) and 16(Salts) the most&lt;br /&gt;can understand but hard to memorise&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blew up today.&lt;br /&gt;Hurled a vulgarity in class (softly)&lt;br /&gt;When Fahmy asked abt Maths CMT&lt;br /&gt;An action which I profoundly regretted&lt;br /&gt;Because it was wrong. And rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure I'm gonna flunk my maths test now&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm right but I believe my calculator has beed tampered with&lt;br /&gt;I know who did it of course&lt;br /&gt;Right after the paper you borrowed my calculator &lt;br /&gt;I asked why and he said check whether your sin(30) = 1/2&lt;br /&gt;It should by all rights, but it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;So my trigon sure screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;But my thought was how come he knew about that? Don't tell me it could have been me that did that by accident, because I did a trigo homework the day before and it was still fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to convince myself that person wouldn't do this to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if he hated me that much&lt;br /&gt;But all evidence points to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahmy sorta heard my vulgarity and he heard about my suspicion&lt;br /&gt;Said he wanted talk to me after Maths&lt;br /&gt;I went to MT dierectly after that&lt;br /&gt;Didnt meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I alr knew what he wanted to ask &lt;br /&gt;And I didnt feel like telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done cant be undone&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue:&lt;br /&gt;Hope You're Serious Abt This.&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Say Anything Cos You're Friend&lt;br /&gt;But If You Hurt Her, I Dun Think Her Friend Will Let You Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have No Idea How Much I Want To Make You Pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2755586616506266475?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2755586616506266475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2755586616506266475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2755586616506266475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2755586616506266475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5283976718686520621</id><published>2009-08-16T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:07:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common Test Week = Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been studying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant seem to concentrate these days&lt;br /&gt;Re-read my "Kite Runner" storybook&lt;br /&gt;Never fail to have inspirations after that.&lt;br /&gt;It such a enthralling book, and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hectic morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LJM SEE THIS HOR !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to your question about love (that took me so long to reply:]):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because 1+1=2&lt;br /&gt;1+1 will always be 2 and you can't change that&lt;br /&gt;Just like you cant stop loving someone overnight that you loved &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll take ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years down the road... &lt;br /&gt;10 years down the road....you may stop loving someone and thats natural.&lt;br /&gt;Because if Time can heal all wounds, Time can also erase all good things.&lt;br /&gt;Once you lost touch with that other half for years, Time will start healing and erasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you get to see that person everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Time Does It's Job With A Price. It Can Heal All Wounds, And Yet, It Can Take Some Happiness Away As It's Payment. And I Have Mentioned Before, TIme Can't Heal Wounds Caused By Time Itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------Quiz Time-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Personality Quiz. Take it &lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreamy Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjectives which describe your type: introverted, theoretical, emotional, spontaneous, idealistic, dreamy, effusive, pleasant, reserved, friendly, passionate, loyal, perfectionist, helpful, creative, composed, curious, obstinate, with integrity, willing to make sacrifices, romantic, cautious, shy, peace-loving, vulnerable, sensitive, communicative, imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Miracles Really Happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5283976718686520621?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5283976718686520621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5283976718686520621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5283976718686520621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5283976718686520621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/common-test-week-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-4293539736914489067</id><published>2009-08-14T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:56:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice day.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm fooling myself)&lt;br /&gt;(which part of today was even nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the quote on my pm wasn't complete, but the essentials were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;People Aren't Your Colouring Book. &lt;br /&gt;You Can't Colour Everything In Your Favourite Colours&lt;br /&gt;Just Like You Can't Change Everyone To Be What You Want Them To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even If They're As Black As Possible,&lt;br /&gt;Even If They Are Muddy Brown&lt;br /&gt;Even If They're Just Colours You Hate So Much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Cant Just Colour A New Colour Over It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite True.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done Trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMT coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I Need To Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Just When I Thought We Could Finally Start To Earn The Respect&lt;br /&gt;Our Juniors, And Control Them&lt;br /&gt;It Had To Screw Up. Not Majorly, But Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A Thought Came To My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bio, we learnt that carbon monoxide is fatal humans&lt;br /&gt;As it stops breathing&lt;br /&gt;So a person sleeping in a car with engine on could literally die in their sleep&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Dying One Day, I'll Probably Sleep In A Car With The Engine On :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Committed Hurts, Yet Ignoring It Feels Uneasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4293539736914489067?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4293539736914489067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4293539736914489067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4293539736914489067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4293539736914489067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-1311067790696008915</id><published>2009-08-12T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:58:04.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Works Again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out for like O.0 two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;These two weeks hasn't been good yea....&lt;br /&gt;lol shall change blogskin soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly my CCA isn't what I hoped for it to be&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I realised my CCA is just a shadow of it's past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time...tired now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;What did you hope to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-1311067790696008915?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1311067790696008915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=1311067790696008915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1311067790696008915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/1311067790696008915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/omfg-internet-works-again-been-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2232747880376311020</id><published>2009-08-04T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:00:50.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now in com lab.&lt;br /&gt;Taking this chance to blog as com broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of inpirations to blog&lt;br /&gt;Just that dunno got time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays lessons are suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Feeling Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#60ffff;"&gt;Somethings Just Cant Be Back They Way They Used To Be, Unless I CAn Get Over It. I Can Be Your Best Friend All Over Again, If You Can Just Give Me Time To Get Over You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2232747880376311020?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2232747880376311020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2232747880376311020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2232747880376311020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2232747880376311020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-in-com-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-4989540272056860171</id><published>2009-07-19T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:53:55.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...Feeling like the song &lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard&lt;br /&gt;Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact&lt;br /&gt;That everyone can see these scars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;But it's like no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't convince you to just believe this is real &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I let go watchin' you, turn your back&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do, face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you are all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't change this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't understand, I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I don't make sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am what you never want to say but I've never&lt;br /&gt;Had a doubt, it's like no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't convince you for once just to hear me out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I let go watchin' you, turn your back&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do, face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you are all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't change this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hear me out now, you're gonna listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, right now, hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna listen to me like it or not, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before, don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't change damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel........Don't turn your back on me,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't change........Don't turn your back on me,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Not-So-Fun-And-Very-Boring-Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Harry Potter on Friday Cos' For Some Unknown Reason&lt;br /&gt;Some voice in my head told me I wouldn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Some voice in my head says I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Some voice in my head says I Dont' Know&lt;br /&gt;Some force in my mind stopped me from going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up staying in school till 5. Wasted a afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;But well, Minus the fact that I didnt go watch with them,&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that they didnt watch it after all cos tickets sold out,&lt;br /&gt;It was well wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because once again, I went to comp lab, did the lame maths&lt;br /&gt;Then loitered around with Ljm.&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Of Thoughts Were Going Through My Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would It Be Different If I Didnt Tell You How I Felt?&lt;br /&gt;Am I Still Be Regarded As Your Best Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Like I Still Regard You As Mine?&lt;br /&gt;Would I Ever Talk To You Again?&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time I Talked To You Verbally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I suddenly feel like going to the playground opposite the old school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s The Disable-Highlighting function code that I put in works well, but ppl are still viewing the page source -_- Will find a code to block my posts from being viewed in page source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4989540272056860171?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4989540272056860171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4989540272056860171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4989540272056860171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4989540272056860171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm_19.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8484889529899616504</id><published>2009-07-16T20:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:33:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Life Is Hard, You Have To Learn To Let Go"&lt;br /&gt;Lol by Mdm Cheah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Lets see&lt;br /&gt;Class was okay today&lt;br /&gt;Except for some buggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was exceptionally fun&lt;br /&gt;Launched a rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dun Read This, For If It Offends You, I'm Not Responsible--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Perhaps I've never shown it, but it really bugs me that when you take my seat, at least have some courtesy not to rummage my stuff. Pencil box all these I dun care, but not my bag or under my table. Yea, so what, that I drew graffiti of names and maple stuff during geog. No point showing it to everyone and right? Just because her name was there with others, you/you guys think it's funny. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had enough of you, you know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I drew maple things on it so what? Fine, maple is lame, I agree, but as long as it helps me relieve stress, I dun see why I can't play it. If you think maple is lame, fine, then your dun play la! No need come in front of me and say maple lame, maple suck all those crap for me to hear. No need to cut in and interupt that maple sucks when we're talking about it. Saying that the game lame doesn't affects me. Your attitude does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no one ever bothers you when you play your game, so why bother me? I feel that sudden attack has not-so-great graphics and sometimes sucks, but did I crap to you and say "Ai your still playing ...., lame sia" these kinda stuff. Its not just today, I didnt want to say anything at all about it, but I've blown up now. I'm not a attention seeker or whatever. You guys do what you want, making me look idiotic, nicknamed her and my name together. You guys never asked if I wanted that kinda of things, just went on to make me look like a attention seeker with those names that I didn't even want. I didnt wanna say anything because I regard it as a joke, but joke have limits too. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, I do joke too much to, but there's a time for everything. And some just aren't.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall buy a 1.5&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt; bottle for Physics tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tolerance Ain't Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8484889529899616504?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8484889529899616504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8484889529899616504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8484889529899616504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8484889529899616504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-hard-you-have-to-learn-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3790417765215526749</id><published>2009-07-15T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:09:55.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only gonna be a short post, while my game is loading&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Osel on bus&lt;br /&gt;What's The Purpose Of Life&lt;br /&gt;Whats The Purpose Of School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world was created, and humans live a good 70 years&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it, there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA RESUMES. MOE SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When The Sandcastles Are Washed Away, Is There A Way To Get It Back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3790417765215526749?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3790417765215526749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3790417765215526749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3790417765215526749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3790417765215526749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2349243149255961042</id><published>2009-07-14T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:14:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...My 100th Post Since The Blog Was Created -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in my own time...&lt;br /&gt;Got really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wished I had Maths Homework Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Then, I could do Maths all the time and not think or things&lt;br /&gt;that upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations Scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Not What I Intended&lt;br /&gt;I Always Swore To You I'll&lt;br /&gt;Never Fall Apart&lt;br /&gt;You Always Thought That&lt;br /&gt;I Was Stronger&lt;br /&gt;I May have Failed&lt;br /&gt;But I've Loved You From The Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You ~ Secondhand Senerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Realized Something Today&lt;br /&gt;If a car were to knock me down,&lt;br /&gt;And if I die, is there anything I can't bear to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Family?&lt;br /&gt;I think besides my family and the sky and ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world seems to hold me back&lt;br /&gt;Not Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Used to, perhaps, but not now, perhaps not ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons sucks. Esp Mother Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Dread doing to MT now.&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons mainly.&lt;br /&gt;But It's For Me To Know, And NOT For You To Find Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA resuming soon.&lt;br /&gt;HATE MOE now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beach Now Has Just The Sea.&lt;br /&gt;My Most Beautiful Sandcastle Has Just Been Washed Away&lt;br /&gt;And I See No Way To Salvage It&lt;br /&gt;What's Left Behind's Just Broken Remains Of My SeaShells&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Stop Trying To Rebuild SandCastles.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Take The Remains Of The Seashells&lt;br /&gt;And Toss Them Into The Sea Like Worthless Stones.&lt;br /&gt;An Empty Beach ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nobody remembers the beach post, so&lt;br /&gt;I shall just let it end here.&lt;br /&gt;Only some people will get what this post^^ mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I Hate You, This Curve Blade Won't Hit You,&lt;br /&gt;But Both Sides On Me Because I Won't Bear To Let It Hit You.&lt;br /&gt;If Hatred Is Really Poison, I Would Poison Myself Thousands Times Over So That You Won't Be Posioned.&lt;br /&gt;If I Hate You, I Only Hate Myself More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Beach Is Empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2349243149255961042?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2349243149255961042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2349243149255961042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2349243149255961042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2349243149255961042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3513092314279829767</id><published>2009-07-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:06:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Runaway, Never Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Know The Truth, Instead Of Wondering Why&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Know The Answers, No More Lies&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Shut The Door And Open Up My Mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been some time since I last blog any reflections.&lt;br /&gt;Been reflecting much, but not the time to post&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps shouldn't even post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been almost more than a year since I last heard any&lt;br /&gt;Old Linkin Park songs.&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking really hard today when I got reminded about&lt;br /&gt;"Runaway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard it for months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I Really Wanna Meet Now:&lt;br /&gt;1) My Maker - Tell me why I existed&lt;br /&gt;2) The Thinker - Tell me why life sucks&lt;br /&gt;3) Issac Newton - Ask him why so so act-smart, make sch life so hard&lt;br /&gt;4) Money - Why Am I so Poor?&lt;br /&gt;5) Romeo and Juliet - Tell Me How To Stop Loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..only number 1,3 and 5 sounds right, the rest like random zzz&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds dumb but&lt;br /&gt;"had you ever felt you let a teacher down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up for physics. Though Mr Gui doesn't say a thing,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't continue fallin asleep in Phy or failing my exams&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm so tempted to drop bio cos I cant cope with Phy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Giving Up What You Had Experienced Is Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Giving Up What You Never Had, And Only Held On To It Tightly In Your Mind Is Even Harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Is This Really It? The end? Must I really end this and flip to last last page&lt;br /&gt;where it says " The End" ? It it really time to let go of a book that you can never read, as much as you try? I Think So.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Time, It's For Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3513092314279829767?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3513092314279829767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3513092314279829767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3513092314279829767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3513092314279829767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-runaway-never-say-goodbye-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5459801483162351126</id><published>2009-07-04T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:42:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Com broke down was these two days&lt;br /&gt;Was bored though&lt;br /&gt;Cos everyday school end around 4, stay back till 6&lt;br /&gt;Then go home bathe eat do homework alr 9&lt;br /&gt;Then lie down in bed ZZZ le&lt;br /&gt;No time to even get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had many inspirations ytd. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Shall post them later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The El 5 ppl you meet in heaven skit was fun&lt;br /&gt;Got highest points&lt;br /&gt;At least getting whacked by xuankai for like 10+ times was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Cos our rehearsal was like " scene 1, take 10" "scene 2, take 14" "scene 3, take 5"&lt;br /&gt;Cos first scene is me getting whacked, second is Ljm getting whacked&lt;br /&gt;So overall, i whacked Jeric and Ljm more than xk whacked me =D&lt;br /&gt;But in the process of the reshearsals, Osel ripped a button of my shirt T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the actual skit, I'm so sorry I really hit Jeric. Was supposed to pretend hit ljm, but somehow Jeric got too close, and hit Jeric instead. X_X Sorry Jeric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for Jieying and Hazeline to study&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of inspirations&lt;br /&gt;Then met the Life Sciences peeps, Ibrahim and Cheryl Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy drinks, and ended blind micing.&lt;br /&gt;Fun. Xk, Jeric...If you two went blind, you guys wont survive !! Lol&lt;br /&gt;Osel ate his words when I became blind mice:&lt;br /&gt;Haha..you cant get me, i'm too mobile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.....*cant tell you, Osel will murder me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL only ppl there knew wad happened lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...Inspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;First one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friend Has A Bond&lt;br /&gt;Each Time They Quarrel, A Knot Is Added To The Bond&lt;br /&gt;And Two Things Happen&lt;br /&gt;The Bond Either Strengthens&lt;br /&gt;But It May Also Break&lt;br /&gt;A Crisis Can Break You Or Make You&lt;br /&gt;But True Friends Will Not Break Their Bonds&lt;br /&gt;So A Quarrel Is Not Always A Bad Thing&lt;br /&gt;It Depends On You&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be Afraid To Add Knots To Your Bond&lt;br /&gt;For It Shows You Who Your Trues Friends Are&lt;br /&gt;And It Won't Break If You Have Confidence And Trust&lt;br /&gt;In Your Friend And Your Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...It's missing a poetic touch to it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Second one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Aren't Your Shadows&lt;br /&gt;They Aren't Your Pets&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Have To Be You&lt;br /&gt;If You Hate Someone, You Can't Expect Them To Hate Them Too&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Though We All Want Our Best Friends' Support&lt;br /&gt;But Sometimes, Support Is Not By Following Us&lt;br /&gt;Because If Your Best Friend Always Follow You,&lt;br /&gt;Then He's Only Your Shadow&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Do Not Always Follow Each Each Other&lt;br /&gt;That's Why They're Called Friends, Not Pets&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend Support EAch Other By Teaching EAch Other Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Being There For Each Other, But Not By Following&lt;br /&gt;But By Actions Of Their Own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Aknowledgements~&lt;br /&gt;Credited to&lt;br /&gt;Jieying &amp;amp; Hazeline&lt;br /&gt;Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Need some time alone in my life&lt;br /&gt;Mayby my mum was right to object to BGRs&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, time to give up? Hurts to think abt it&lt;br /&gt;Go away these thought, for you're killing me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave Fronts, Tears Behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5459801483162351126?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5459801483162351126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5459801483162351126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5459801483162351126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5459801483162351126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/07/com-broke-down-was-these-two-days-was.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8867842477140155449</id><published>2009-06-25T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:29:50.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an inspiration ytd&lt;br /&gt;But was to tired to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;"Life Is Like A Beach. &lt;br /&gt;Memories Are Like The Sand, Time Like The Waves&lt;br /&gt;Over Time, Memories Builds Up Like Sand Castles&lt;br /&gt;But Time Is Cruel And Selfish&lt;br /&gt;It Washes Everything Away For Itself&lt;br /&gt;Only The The Best Sandcastles Stays&lt;br /&gt;Just Like The Best Memories Stays Unforgettable"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A Tribute To Everlasting Memories ~ &lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Is Cruel, As Washes Everything Away For Itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8867842477140155449?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-4132926407686099194.post-431207086099648152</id><published>2009-06-16T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:03:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Had An Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I couldn't figure out why I hated teachers after the mid-year&lt;br /&gt;Esp teachers like Mr Ibrahim, Mr Fahmy, Mr Gui.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to see them and try not to meet them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only till rcently that I think I got it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I too ashamed to face them&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to face them&lt;br /&gt;I did not hand-up CE hw that was ue 2 months ago&lt;br /&gt;And did really badly for both Maths and Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I irritated Mr Ibrahim. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Rush To Complete My Haomework Never Ends&lt;br /&gt;But It Helps If Your Teammates Are Coorperating.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently My Teammates Need More Motivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-431207086099648152?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/431207086099648152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132926407686099194.post-3495513781903608614</id><published>2009-06-14T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:55:52.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very fun time today&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hazeline for asking me to go&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jieying for coming too&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ben for coming AGAIN even though you went last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.I.R, Vanness Wu, Ocean Ou some celebraties&lt;br /&gt;Had a really great time lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD !!! &lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I ever waited 1h plus for my food&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jieying, Hazeline, and Ben all ordered from the same stall&lt;br /&gt;Ben got his after almost 1h plus he go complain&lt;br /&gt;Then complained again before Jieying got hers&lt;br /&gt;After a long time me and Ben complained then&lt;br /&gt;They served me and Hazeline. &lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice&lt;br /&gt;but the service sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked to Bedok Mrt&lt;br /&gt;On the way &lt;br /&gt;Ben kept trying to nudge me onto the road -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then some of the people in the group wanted to go lan&lt;br /&gt;Ben went with them&lt;br /&gt;Somemore play Left 4 Dead&lt;br /&gt;SO TEMPTING sia&lt;br /&gt;But gotta reach soon at 5&lt;br /&gt;alr late liao&lt;br /&gt;so chances of going = 0&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol on the mrt was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went up the elevator too late, &lt;br /&gt;Saw the doors closing.&lt;br /&gt;Tot have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly heard some ppl shout&lt;br /&gt;Wilfred and Liwen stopping the door from stopping&lt;br /&gt;We all run in lol&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous but fun (shh...pretend you didnt see this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL great day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3495513781903608614?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3495513781903608614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3495513781903608614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3495513781903608614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I learnt how to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we screwed up some activites, but still&lt;br /&gt;Laser Tag was great wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though the sec 3 only slept 2-4 hours &lt;br /&gt;Or not even slept at all for the camp,&lt;br /&gt;It was still pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, although I skipped 2 meals everyday,&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty worth it&lt;br /&gt;To have your juniors tell you your camp was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Night Pt cum Punishment was a lesson to us &lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what happened that night&lt;br /&gt;Or what the CLTs told me about you guys&lt;br /&gt;I regard everyone there as a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;"No One Gets Leave Behind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that from "five ppl you meet in heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I really understood it&lt;br /&gt;The punishment really made us see the true meaning&lt;br /&gt;of Teamwork, Friendship and Care for Fellow Cadets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From the punishment, we either survive and become stronger and closer&lt;br /&gt;Or we Break&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we came out more united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm feeling pretty tired &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention sick&lt;br /&gt;Because of skipping two meals,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling nauseous and I was told it is due to unbalanced diet.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll recover&lt;br /&gt;But for now, rest is wad I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No One Gets Leave Behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-950987741920942623</id><published>2009-06-03T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:14:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class gathering was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't blog all of it&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul brought a guitar&lt;br /&gt;He, Osel and me went singing outside&lt;br /&gt;The first day BBQ&lt;br /&gt;With lots of thanks to &lt;br /&gt;Jeric, the one who blew out and started the fire&lt;br /&gt;Laihong, the cook&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, another cook&lt;br /&gt;Xuan kai, very helpful "advice"&lt;br /&gt;And Meng Meng, for fanning the pit with Jeric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night&lt;br /&gt;Went night swimming with Osel, Ben and Khairul&lt;br /&gt;Did more slacking than swimming&lt;br /&gt;Chose the wrong pants to go swimming with =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slept with earpiece and music&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sing softly with Osel in the mid of night&lt;br /&gt;But told to shut up lol&lt;br /&gt;PSPS. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day&lt;br /&gt;Mad rush&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-ed home to get sch U&lt;br /&gt;Tazi-ed back to sch for Life Science&lt;br /&gt;Hate the freaking traffic jam at Ubi&lt;br /&gt;my taxi could have only cost 5 or 6 bucks&lt;br /&gt;went up to 9++ bucks thanks to the jam.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den couldn't go Wild Wild Wet&lt;br /&gt;Me Osel both Broke&lt;br /&gt;sorry if we were spoiledsports, but we couldnt afford go WWW and I didn't&lt;br /&gt;Want to borrow $$$ &lt;br /&gt;In the end went swimming again&lt;br /&gt;With Osel, Siofan and Xk&lt;br /&gt;Xk didnt have any choice.&lt;br /&gt;He was pushed into the swimming pool &lt;br /&gt;While considering &lt;br /&gt;By Zizhong&lt;br /&gt;Good Job. lol.&lt;br /&gt;This time really swam&lt;br /&gt;Though I swim very slow, cause just started to learn&lt;br /&gt;But fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..........................a lot of things then went home&lt;br /&gt;Intended to sleep only after 12am&lt;br /&gt;But fatigue overtook me&lt;br /&gt;So ps and sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song by LP - New Divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Voice Was All I've Heard, That I Get What I Deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6937276442637644054</id><published>2009-05-31T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:00:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking forward to class camp&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wanna get out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Be free for three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I type this post&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of thoughts are running through my head now&lt;br /&gt;I decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to let go&lt;br /&gt;In fact, not just let go&lt;br /&gt;But to bury it and never let it out again&lt;br /&gt;Till I Reach ITE or Poly&lt;br /&gt;No More JC beacuse my L1R5 isn't gonna get me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;In fact not even Poly or ITE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I severely need a teacher in A Maths and Phy&lt;br /&gt;Before Mdm Tay really puts me in other classes&lt;br /&gt;Because if I still get L1R5 at least 14 by Common Test 2, &lt;br /&gt;Den Say Bye To 3C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====Cut Off Dun Read.================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Once An Experience&lt;br /&gt;Twice Some Pain&lt;br /&gt;Thrice's A Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced the burden of feeling&lt;br /&gt;I've got pain from feelings &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna try to be a fool anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An another criteria of PSL is must be strong and not breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Without these feelings, I probably won't break&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't break without feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost some trust&lt;br /&gt;And some lost my trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore this. This is Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6937276442637644054?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6937276442637644054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6937276442637644054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6937276442637644054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6937276442637644054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-forward-to-class-camp-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3482018254753548170</id><published>2009-05-29T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:48:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whay the heck is the school doing&lt;br /&gt;Must we also changes teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;I feel that many teachers are hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None to be trusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this dilernma deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;I can't solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA is killing me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be postitive. It didnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;I Don't Know Who To Trust, No Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone Feels So Far Away From Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Thoughts Sift Through Dust, And The Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying Not To Break&lt;br /&gt;But I'm So Tires Of This Deceit&lt;br /&gt;Every Time I Try To Make Myself Get Back On My Feet&lt;br /&gt;All I Ever Think Is This&lt;br /&gt;All The Tiring Time Between &lt;br /&gt;And How &lt;br /&gt;Trying To Put My Trust In You &lt;br /&gt;Just Takes So Much Out Of Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic results I got&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 25&lt;br /&gt;Might as well just drop to Combined Science.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mdm Tay Was Right&lt;br /&gt;No use clinging to it when it's not gonna help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Or Grapes&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Sour Grapes.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Just Lost My Trust In Everyone Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3482018254753548170?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3482018254753548170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3482018254753548170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3482018254753548170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3482018254753548170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6884005595363499217</id><published>2009-05-25T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:52:33.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's post is totally about &lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Freedom Writers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not supoosed to be nice cos it's holiday homework, thats what I tot at first.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Found it to be very inspiring(though some told me they found it boring -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted not writitng down some really meaningful quotes&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Respect Is Earned By Giving To Respect To Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect Doesn't Come Being Heroic, Nor Power&lt;br /&gt;You May Be A Gang Leader Whom People Fear&lt;br /&gt;But When You Die, No One When Respect You&lt;br /&gt;Because All You Left Behind In This World&lt;br /&gt;Is A Pathetic Piece Of Paper&lt;br /&gt;You Won't Be Remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was well-said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hope Could Be A Painful Torture&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When A CCA Sucks, Is It The CCA Fault? Or Just THe People Inside? Use Your Brains, Bastard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6884005595363499217?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6884005595363499217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6884005595363499217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6884005595363499217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6884005595363499217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-post-is-totally-about-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8934121146945740350</id><published>2009-05-24T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:49:20.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't post most of my results. Didnt need to upset myself&lt;br /&gt;Just disappointed with my A Maths and Bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I passed Chem and Geog cos I spent three days choing those.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway passed EL cos got 49.5, then computer rounded up to 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;I remember Mdm Tay telling us about how she managed to pass her Physics at her A levels she said it was a fake mark cos it was by luck that she got that mark. I feel that my El pass is a fake. It was only rounding up that let me pass. So inside, I knon I failed EL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths: I deserved to fail. Over-confident, I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio: I must work harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Forget yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams Over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8934121146945740350?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8934121146945740350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8934121146945740350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8934121146945740350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8934121146945740350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/wont-post-most-of-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8191916931620232238</id><published>2009-05-16T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:09:37.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been Lazy To Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Pretty sure I'm gonna flunk a lot of subjects&lt;br /&gt;Physics confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get at least a B4 for chem and geog&lt;br /&gt;I studided very hard for those two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;14 May 09, 21:06&lt;br /&gt;LJM: lolz dean nice strikeout msg(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lee:I shall delete it NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 May 09, 16:47&lt;br /&gt;siofan: not unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lee: Wad talking you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 May 09, 18:38&lt;br /&gt;L: i w8 and the chance came. but i gave a _|_ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lee: lol. I guess you would have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 May 09, 18:37&lt;br /&gt;L: w8 for 1/2 a yr... then give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lee: haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Apr 09, 23:39&lt;br /&gt;Ben: LOL! All the more I dont want to make love off! Cus I have to make sure you dont get too depressed (: LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Lee:huh? Wad talking you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Roses Has It's Thorns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8191916931620232238?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8191916931620232238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8191916931620232238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8191916931620232238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8191916931620232238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-lazy-to-update-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-4024147844083859292</id><published>2009-05-04T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:11:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched X-men Origins: Woleverine with Hazeline, Benjamin and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;Had an exciting time (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a line from Wolverine and the old man :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Everyone Has A Choice, But Mine Was Taken Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring&lt;br /&gt;Once again reflected.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let CE ppt dragged till now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And told someone this, though I forgot who I told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE has helped me in one way. I see that the absence of CCA has made my life more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=edited=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^Looking for something?? :) ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, What Am I To You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4024147844083859292?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4024147844083859292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4024147844083859292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4024147844083859292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4024147844083859292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/05/haven-been-blogging-watched-x-men.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6404918863127072435</id><published>2009-04-28T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:12:56.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was Pretty Happy Today Before Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I Never Thought Putting Effort&lt;br /&gt;Can Really Brings Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to listen in Geog&lt;br /&gt;And actually didnt fall asleep nor forget to bring TB for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but was disappointed in Bio after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;That sinking feeling&lt;br /&gt;although still a B, but I knewed I can score better&lt;br /&gt;If I had studied.&lt;br /&gt;My concepts was there but my answer didnt answer the qns.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go Study Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Want To Be Like This. I Will Change For The Better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6404918863127072435?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6404918863127072435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6404918863127072435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6404918863127072435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6404918863127072435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-pretty-happy-today-cos-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8707831110226357044</id><published>2009-04-27T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:15:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Theft Is The Biggest Sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats What I learnt From A Storybook "The Kite Runner"&lt;br /&gt;This book really inspires...some philosopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Steal Something, You Rob Someone's Rights To IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Murder, You Steal Someone's Right To Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Kill A Man, &lt;br /&gt;You Steal Someone's Husband And A Child's Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Lie, Yo Steal Someone's Right To The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sins comes within Theft.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...oral turned out crappy&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do well cos I got nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS: The First Thing I Wanna Do During Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Is To Lie On A Grass Patch During The Evening Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS: The Second Thing I Wanna Do Is To Sit On A Breakwater&lt;br /&gt;At A Beach At Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Tired Of Being What You Wan Me To Be, Feeling So Faithless. Should I Give Up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8707831110226357044?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8707831110226357044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8707831110226357044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8707831110226357044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8707831110226357044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/theft-is-biggest-sin-thats-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8199450552037933402</id><published>2009-04-25T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:37:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sch Anniversary Over&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Practised like so long just to march in do some stuff&lt;br /&gt;March out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway loved the purple scarf&lt;br /&gt;Feels confident in it...not to mention hot and stuffy&lt;br /&gt;But then ppl starts asking us why?&lt;br /&gt;We told them its a ranger trademark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: why got purple scarf thingy&lt;br /&gt;Us: oh..something to do with Rangers thing&lt;br /&gt;Them: oh...&lt;br /&gt;Them: so now power rangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...still have to do those ****ed up proposals&lt;br /&gt;The faster the camp is over the better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally sitting down and really doing my TYS &lt;br /&gt;And studying&lt;br /&gt;Must continue working hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;As for negative comments people are giving me&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..been hearing Invoke and To Zanarkand &lt;br /&gt;Hearing "A Liitle Too Not Over You"&lt;br /&gt;Once again by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold Shoulder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8199450552037933402?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8199450552037933402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8199450552037933402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8199450552037933402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8199450552037933402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/sch-anniversary-over-finally-practised.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6528214036497170466</id><published>2009-04-23T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:39:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a good time today with Ben, Hazeline and Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;lol had a nice caht and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Helped to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is parade.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not excited.&lt;br /&gt;Just get it over and done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I guess thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't know. You have no idea how much tat hurt, didnt't you. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Discrimination. Meritocracy. Bullshit. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;f thats the way you want me to be, fine. I would never step tat class again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Apply For Realease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6528214036497170466?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6528214036497170466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6528214036497170466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6528214036497170466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6528214036497170466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-good-time-today-with-ben-hazeline.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-6280692951784448555</id><published>2009-04-20T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:05:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Treat This As Crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Dan was right, that I should just do my part and need not care about others&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I Should&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll Stop Going For CCA after the Camp&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many Maybes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Failure Incarnate&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Failure Reborned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Just got badly scolded my CL teacher today.&lt;br /&gt;My chinese homework is still not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have put me in a locker, threw the key away&lt;br /&gt;Den dropped the locker off in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the locker, Finds myself in nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Without compass, maps and even stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desperate feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life might as well just put me in the middle of the sea&lt;br /&gt;And leave me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life - Murder and Mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I dunoo when I will blow&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;Please dun me around me&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan you to see it nor get blown at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Control. I Must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave Fronts, Dying To Go Out With You Just Once More, And I'll Be Content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-6280692951784448555?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6280692951784448555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=6280692951784448555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6280692951784448555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/6280692951784448555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-treat-this-as-crap-maybe-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-5811875748154747001</id><published>2009-04-17T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:41:05.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;It's changing me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't use to be so hot-tempered&lt;br /&gt;I didnt use to be that tired&lt;br /&gt;I didnt use to feel so isolated from my friends, because of my duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt use to have hatred in me&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even use to be violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I snap easily&lt;br /&gt;I flare up easily&lt;br /&gt;I cannot concentrate in class&lt;br /&gt;I'am doing so much CCA work that I sleep almost at 12am - 1am each day&lt;br /&gt;I cant find time to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find deep-rooted hatred in me&lt;br /&gt;And even hating requires energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I almost had a fight today&lt;br /&gt;But I controlled myself&lt;br /&gt;Because if I had fought back, it would get others into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;When a fight broke out on monday, we were alr warned&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to fight you in front of all the other uniformed grps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, It wouldnt be just me against you&lt;br /&gt;Cos in case you haven't noticed, you have incurred&lt;br /&gt;Many other's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get some sleep, but the moment I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I remember that there are so many homework I haven done&lt;br /&gt;So many tests that I have not done&lt;br /&gt;So many things to rush&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe it? MYE is like next fortnight start&lt;br /&gt;I even have proposals to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to let go&lt;br /&gt;But even letting go have conseqences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would someone in this world know how it feels? Cos I'm tired of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since when did school became so torturous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5811875748154747001?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5811875748154747001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5811875748154747001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5811875748154747001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5811875748154747001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8367995008308013101</id><published>2009-04-15T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:24:18.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know what is meant by loss of words&lt;br /&gt;I could blog about how much I hate you&lt;br /&gt;How much I wished you could be back like you were&lt;br /&gt;In the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you changed,&lt;br /&gt;How much you pissed people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing works&lt;br /&gt;Because the old you I know is gone&lt;br /&gt;You became an irresponsible guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scold you so much during GOH today&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I aint the only one&lt;br /&gt;Because you know how many people you offended today&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, ITS YOU IM TALKING ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When CCA ended, I really viciously kicked&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to scold you&lt;br /&gt;I don't to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are causing others to be affected&lt;br /&gt;And I dun wan that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought of how to curse you right here and now&lt;br /&gt;While on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hurl a thousand vulgarities but what's the point&lt;br /&gt;Jasper could put together every acid in the world to form pH value 0&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already got complaints against you,&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, Jianxiong wants the only one who wanted to complain&lt;br /&gt;I would have gladly been the next to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Im saying is gonna get me lots of enemies that are your good friends&lt;br /&gt;But if you dun like to hear the truth...so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant believe your attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianxiong: would you stop talking? parade about to start.&lt;br /&gt;You: Shutup and fly back China la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost broke the rifle end when I got so pissed off&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the rifle on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Saw some bits of metal and plastic flew out&lt;br /&gt;(so sorry, weapon IC. That could have gotten you into trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I ranted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today when tecklee said NCC needed more self-discipline,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was a good point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because wehen you retaliated and scolded tecklee for not having self-discipline,&lt;br /&gt;Do you realised you are far more worse than him&lt;br /&gt;Though I dun deny that I dun have perfect discipline nor&lt;br /&gt;Perfect marching,&lt;br /&gt;At least I strive to have responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my life revolves around my cca, because my cca worklad is way more than my test chapters and homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choosing Responsibility Could Be The Hardest And Yet The Best Choice I've Made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8367995008308013101?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8367995008308013101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8367995008308013101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8367995008308013101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8367995008308013101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-i-know-what-is-meant-by-loss-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3965392604140305762</id><published>2009-04-14T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:33:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hyper !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...today was probably one of th rare days where&lt;br /&gt;I relieved all my stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally relieve stress in a bad way such as kicking,&lt;br /&gt;Shouting and destructive stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was best.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ben and Jasper And Hazeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don think I had so much fun as I did today.&lt;br /&gt;Since school reopened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out of class...saw Hazeline near the table&lt;br /&gt;So went to chat...with Ben&lt;br /&gt;Den Jasper came along and we suddenly started kicking a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Got carried away and we all put down our bags&lt;br /&gt;And starting playing Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bully me wan sia...&lt;br /&gt;But I really put all my worries behind and played&lt;br /&gt;A simple game but yet so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great game&lt;br /&gt;later went home with lots of ppl&lt;br /&gt;But I got separated by the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Stood alone on bus T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS: Dun get too carried away; I still've got lots of proposals to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS: DUPER HYPER NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power Of Love, Anger And Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3965392604140305762?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3965392604140305762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3965392604140305762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3965392604140305762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3965392604140305762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/hyper-well.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8578750467433651394</id><published>2009-04-13T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:22:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learnt more things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly...&lt;br /&gt;CCA CRAPS...&lt;br /&gt;Today training totally suxs.&lt;br /&gt;Not focusing. Den got pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den had a stupid incident.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to be meditator.&lt;br /&gt;Well, things work out pretty fine&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope tomorrow they'll apologise to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, in the process of helping them&lt;br /&gt;How anger and rage is so destructive. And how really powerful the tongue can be.&lt;br /&gt;The Tongue can poison a person's mind, or save him.&lt;br /&gt;The power of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I learnt much from their fight.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how rashness can cause boken friendships&lt;br /&gt;How reckless we could be,&lt;br /&gt;How Anger reallys blocks out the right thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the few words, you wan to destroy your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Is It Worth It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many disagreements doesn't just come from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;More than often, peer pressure is the main part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen how this cruel world, some cruel people&lt;br /&gt;Must drive others to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who are like having disagreements with other alr&lt;br /&gt;But refuse to speak and bottle it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shaking coke but not opening it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, after so much shaking, It's bound to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much today.&lt;br /&gt;But at least their friendship was saved. I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;Felt great because they didnt need to feel the regret of losing&lt;br /&gt;Friends over a few words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unlike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Have I Been Forgiven For My Wrongs? I Doubt So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note To Self: I must control rage and anger. I've seen it's destructive power and I won't let it get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS : I must study hard. I can't let CCA destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTS : How long more can I last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, I Know You've Been Trying To Talk To Me. Esp On The Tagboard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8578750467433651394?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8578750467433651394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8578750467433651394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8578750467433651394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8578750467433651394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/learnt-more-things-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-2056200905865812214</id><published>2009-04-12T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:21:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learnt something about myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dun talk a lot when I'm with a crowd&lt;br /&gt;2. I clam up when under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;3. I dun like violence&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm violent when I'm enraged&lt;br /&gt;5. Some people enraged me till I dun want to know them anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to lose it&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired that its killing me to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you, trying to get a proposal that I've been chasing&lt;br /&gt;For two days&lt;br /&gt;All you could say was " Do you think I give a fcuk"&lt;br /&gt;You could have picked up my call two days earlier and tell me that&lt;br /&gt;You know, instead of wasting my efforts&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU HAD TO DRAG TILL NOW AND TELL ME THAT&lt;br /&gt;thanks lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people dun have a phone and dun even use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Have I Been Forgiven of All My Wrongs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that today. I Didnt Reply. I Dun Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hazeline: Thanks for hearing out my probs today. Relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've Given Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-2056200905865812214?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2056200905865812214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=2056200905865812214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/2056200905865812214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everytime I Get Chance To See You Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3384003623979202031?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3384003623979202031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3384003623979202031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3384003623979202031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3384003623979202031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wont-try-to-philosopize-ill-just-take.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-9105138835226652303</id><published>2009-04-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:51:40.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of everything I said this morning&lt;br /&gt;Esp the part when I recklessly crossed the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself&lt;br /&gt;"At least a dead man faces less pressure than me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;Sucide will never be a thing I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Because there's more to it than just you being dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tot sucidals are cowards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was demoralising&lt;br /&gt;Had two sciences teachers scolding us&lt;br /&gt;Like they had alr arranged it at home&lt;br /&gt;Well, they do live together.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I as I hate to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;They are right about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mostly right.&lt;br /&gt;Need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Mr Fahmy said we had to make sarcifices&lt;br /&gt;And Dan told me NCC is not worth it and I should study for myself instead&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I still feel something for my CCA? because however much I want,&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt about Pressure&lt;br /&gt;They say atmospheric pressure is 100,000 Pa&lt;br /&gt;But I say peer pressure and life is 1,000,000,000 Pa 2gether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my bio prac (AT LAST!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Dragged since dunno how long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dunno myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;I badly want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had My Heart On Lockdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-9105138835226652303?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/9105138835226652303/comments/default' 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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-4132926407686099194.post-411776863207934409</id><published>2009-04-08T21:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:49:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought of the song "&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;lyrics was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Even heroes have, the right to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;I'm Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;They give me 2 days to plan a whole camp (6 actvities proposals) with the whole unit&lt;br /&gt;But apparently no one cares and only a few did with me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I did it. at least 70%-80% was done by me, jasper and remy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;But at what expenses?&lt;br /&gt;I'm now very tired,&lt;br /&gt;I owed a CL homework that I'm about to get Homework Class for&lt;br /&gt;2 maths worksheets ( I appreciate that mr famhy tries not to chase for it, but I cant drag it forever.)&lt;br /&gt;Loads of files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den now because it had lots of errors, we have to revise a lot of things,&lt;br /&gt;And this time, an additional 6 proposals is added and I only get 5 more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Trying Very Hard To Complete It&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Because no one's helping&lt;br /&gt;Besides jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I dun wan to get everyone punished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed a lot of my time and homework, den my CL cher thinks&lt;br /&gt;I turned bad, becomes pia kia or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Haven I've Given My Best?&lt;br /&gt;And dun come tell me yu sacrificed your time&lt;br /&gt;By not playing LAN or going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;THOSE ARE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;LOADS OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the ClT appreciates it&lt;br /&gt;They wrote there "keep up the good work"&lt;br /&gt;Even though there were lots of errors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant do everything by myself&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wan to sabo anyone by saying most of you slacking&lt;br /&gt;It's like suppose everyone plan tgt&lt;br /&gt;But i bet if i were to ask you anything about it,&lt;br /&gt;You can even say&lt;br /&gt;" huh, need plan camp ar?"&lt;br /&gt;Or stupids things !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;I Feel That My Sacrifices Are Worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless, to get a group to come together when so many ppl are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;SUPERFLUOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the committee in NCC (I wont say best of the best because some of you dun like that phrase or not even fit to be that)&lt;br /&gt;I dont expect bombastic/fantastic/amazing/quality/priceless/good/nice/fascinating&lt;br /&gt;work from you guys, but at least have some &lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during parade,&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouted focus twice, and shutup 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;And the last shutup I shouted was like really shout until even laihong at guides there here until.&lt;br /&gt;Worse is when some guailan ppl like **i** a*g loves to talk back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den regarding the mistakes about our proposals, I dunno if you guys&lt;br /&gt;Took notes of your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Because you were all talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one way or another, I'm reaching my limits&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a tree till my boots went white and the tree barks broke&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of thanks to JieYing and Hazeline for the cookies they made for my birthday some time ago. It' Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hazeline for msg-ing me and listening to my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry sisiew, though action speaks louder than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do My Sarcifices Means Anyway, When They're Worthless To Everyone Else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-411776863207934409?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/411776863207934409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=411776863207934409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/411776863207934409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/411776863207934409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thought-of-song-superman-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-4866648677637652125</id><published>2009-04-04T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:13:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had road-marshal duty today&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pointless and bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some thinking&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that&lt;br /&gt;'The Best Time To Think, Is When You're Alone'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could run along&lt;br /&gt;And vent out anything I'm holding inside&lt;br /&gt;Because I dunno wat's wrong these days&lt;br /&gt;Been feelin down and out and enraged and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find that source of rage&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring me and I'm disappointed in myself for so many things&lt;br /&gt;Down and Out? I really dunno wad matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even physically out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental. Just treat this whole post as crap, outsiders, for only I understand myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since monday no GOH&lt;br /&gt;I shall go running&lt;br /&gt;Preferably tire out myself so that I could be numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Death.Dying.Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Amidst The Greatest Maze, &lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crawling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me&lt;br /&gt;Distracting, reacting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my will I stand beside my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It`s haunting how I can't seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find myself again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So insecure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^exactly how I'm feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;Lost,Mental Discomfort,Unsure,Insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Is Ever Moving, And I Get Helplessly Dragged Along With It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4866648677637652125?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4866648677637652125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4866648677637652125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4866648677637652125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4866648677637652125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-road-marshal-duty-today-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-3675857794198425134</id><published>2009-04-01T22:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:35:43.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy today xD&lt;br /&gt;After that big scolding from the CLT&lt;br /&gt;And from Mr Lai,&lt;br /&gt;They finally decided to buck up&lt;br /&gt;And won back half the dignity we lost on Mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buts thats not all&lt;br /&gt;We must do better !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's Day&lt;br /&gt;THe worst part was getting tricked by DS&lt;br /&gt;About my pants =.=&lt;br /&gt;But tricked a handful of people too :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I really experienced wad is tired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:500%;"&gt;X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Even with days without homework, The CCA would give us loads to do. Even when days that i could go home at 4.05, the school must add something in to make it 6pm. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Dunno How To Talk To You Anymore. It's Getting Harder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-3675857794198425134?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3675857794198425134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=3675857794198425134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3675857794198425134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/3675857794198425134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-today-xd-after-that-big-scolding.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8722465323897699147</id><published>2009-03-30T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:53:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Today was hell.&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my inspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Do Not Read As It Is Highly Offensive------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today GOH was hell. I dun mean the training.&lt;br /&gt;I mean our unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to get everyone to behave better&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are tired.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 12 + the day before&lt;br /&gt;But I know some of you slept later&lt;br /&gt;So when you guys adjust when its not during parade I dun mind&lt;br /&gt;But marching out halfway your stratch this and that&lt;br /&gt;Its very obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally got disgraced by Mr Lai&lt;br /&gt;I know we're all demoralised&lt;br /&gt;But please think, was Mr Lai biased?&lt;br /&gt;It's true that our Arms-Drills really sux lor&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you nicely to keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;To not fidget&lt;br /&gt;But it all fell on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wan to shout Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;But I was forced to&lt;br /&gt;Was I Too Soft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall change that then&lt;br /&gt;Tmr tue got meeting&lt;br /&gt;All Part C must go&lt;br /&gt;I'am the OIC&lt;br /&gt;So if I get scolded and pumped for any screw-ups you've done&lt;br /&gt;I will not hesitate to screw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'am like the bad guy now.&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to&lt;br /&gt;Though I hate it,&lt;br /&gt;Because no one else would be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training today, Mr Han gave us snacks for our hard work&lt;br /&gt;I almost threw it away&lt;br /&gt;But gave to my sis instead&lt;br /&gt;Because we should jolly well know we didnt deserve it&lt;br /&gt;We gave shit. We made the a poor mark in Histroy of MJR NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember over my previous post [ responsibility vs friends]&lt;br /&gt;I chose responsibility, being the bad guy&lt;br /&gt;Im prepared to lose my cca friends if I must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm What You Turned Me Into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Chosen Responsibility Over Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8722465323897699147?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8722465323897699147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>School Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;GOH Stinks&lt;br /&gt;Physics Craps&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Disappoints Me&lt;br /&gt;Bio Bores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Everybody Screaming, I Try To Make A Sound&lt;br /&gt;But No One Hears Me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Slipping Off The Edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hanging By A Thread&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Start This Over Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Done Something That Went Against My Better Judgement&lt;br /&gt;Even Though I Could Have Sworn I Didnt Intrude Into It&lt;br /&gt;But I Was Wrong To Have Even Open The Book In The First Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glad That I Resolved The Mixed Feelings Within&lt;br /&gt;Because I Can't Afford The Make That Same Mistake Thrice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Dead End Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-5666680849276816659?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5666680849276816659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=5666680849276816659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5666680849276816659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/5666680849276816659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8052511604157349378</id><published>2009-03-25T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:25:10.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Feelings =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOH drill 2day was a disaster&lt;br /&gt;Shall not think about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been thinking about some song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;At the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;What's left are just memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a saying from "Batman Beyond"&lt;br /&gt;Happened to see this because Cartoon Network was screening it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;"It's Not The Mask That Makes You Worthy, Its You That Makes The Mask Worthy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made sense, as its not the job that makes you a &lt;strong&gt;hero/heroine&lt;/strong&gt;, Its you that makes those actions heroic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Brick Walls Are Closing In &lt;br /&gt;Let's Make, A Run Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Not Repeat The Same Mistake,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm Confused&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Feelings =.=&lt;br /&gt;What Am I Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asking Friends vs Responsiblity - which is more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Tagboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Mar 09, 21:33&lt;br /&gt;Lee]brian: yea but saying is always easier than doing it ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Mar 09, 23:14&lt;br /&gt;brian: i would sae responsiblity is mre important&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking....&lt;br /&gt;I know many ppl will pick responsibilty&lt;br /&gt;For after all, that's one of the moral values we were taught since&lt;br /&gt;Primary Sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;But Who Daresay They Have Total Confidence That They Will Value Responsibilty More?&lt;br /&gt;But I Daresay That It's Human Nature To Want Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;Let Go - BLG&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go, L-Let Go&lt;br /&gt;Just Jump In&lt;br /&gt;Now Wacha Waiting For?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Cos There Beauty In The Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Really Matters? I Don't Know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8052511604157349378?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8052511604157349378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8052511604157349378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8052511604157349378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8052511604157349378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-frustrated-confused-mixed.html' title=''/><author><name>AmBErFiRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216131985854157499</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-4132926407686099194.post-8441446128161758514</id><published>2009-03-24T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:06:00.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had TrainFire for SAR21 at HQ&lt;br /&gt;But the most significant part was after we got back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;-------This Is Not Direct To Anyone or Meant To Be Biased---Just My Own Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CLT gave us sorta lecture&lt;br /&gt;He said he did not believe in pumping or scolding&lt;br /&gt;Helping to solve matters, but he'll do it if he is forced&lt;br /&gt;But he ask the sergeants, including me if it was fair for us to get pumped&lt;br /&gt;For something our cadets did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We obviously said no, den he started arrowiing ppl&lt;br /&gt;he asked Jasper, as he was Unit Head, to stand in front&lt;br /&gt;And tell us our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den he said our discipline sucks, but soley because of a few ppl&lt;br /&gt;Den he started arrowing ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Say like for example, he started asking who think this person not fit&lt;br /&gt;To be this post...or tat?&lt;br /&gt;Den is like nobody answer, he arrowed ppl&lt;br /&gt;Den tio me&lt;br /&gt;But he say no half-half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to say how I really feel&lt;br /&gt;So I sorta betrayed that guy, I said no, he did a bad job.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't feel good to do this to anyone, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldnt lie and say he did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;Cos all of us knew he wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den a lot more arrowing and I realised how our unit actually is&lt;br /&gt;so distanced, and the sergeants and corporals all gave separated answers&lt;br /&gt;Is like the CLT say he noticed our group is like split by race or region&lt;br /&gt;Felt so lost when i heard tat.&lt;br /&gt;Den he said who agree that today our discipline was not up to standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the corporals didnt raise their hand&lt;br /&gt;And I wished I could do so to&lt;br /&gt;But as someone who went through the stupid spec course&lt;br /&gt;I knew that behavior is not tolerated and apparently so did&lt;br /&gt;all the other sergeants&lt;br /&gt;So we raised our hands against our wishes&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Are These Tests That Puts Friendship Into Tests?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den the CLT asked if anyone knew whose fault was it&lt;br /&gt;Once again no one answered&lt;br /&gt;So the CLT arrowed Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're tellin me it's all Jasper, ur USM fault? so I should blame him?"&lt;br /&gt;he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviousy I couldnt let Jasper take all the blame&lt;br /&gt;So I said " no sir "&lt;br /&gt;Den arrow me again.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me why orders by Jasper werent followed&lt;br /&gt;Den I told him some of us got follow, only a handful didnt&lt;br /&gt;Den he ask me direct that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my mouth shut, cos when I opened it, I just couldnt say a thing&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt bring myself to do this to my platoon mate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I too soft?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den he told us that he want the same number of cadets tomorrow for training&lt;br /&gt;One short, all present will do 50 pumping eac for one person that didnt turn up&lt;br /&gt;Remy, as an ASM, need do double. Jasper, as an USM, must do triple&lt;br /&gt;For each mistake in discipline, its 10 pumping&lt;br /&gt;the double or triple rule still applies.&lt;br /&gt;So tmr sure die le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;Sometimes, I wished the sec 3 part C would be more disciplined&lt;br /&gt;The sergeants hate commanding you because we dun wan to use authortiy on our friends,&lt;br /&gt;But time and time again, the way you behavour, we are forced to use authority, den you guys will say we abuse authority, or wad is this how you treat your friends, or sometimes you guys dont even respect the commands given. And you want us to treat you well? It's not easy juggling between Friends and Responsibility? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats What I've Learnt -&lt;br /&gt;Friends vs Responsibility, the great dilema. It's hard trying to choose. Just imagine you have to pump your friends in front of you. It's hard to watch.   &lt;br /&gt;With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilty, not to mention lots of pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Hope This Feeling Doesn't Last Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8441446128161758514?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8441446128161758514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8441446128161758514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;-----Numb----LP---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know What're Expecting Of Me&lt;br /&gt;Put Under The Pressure&lt;br /&gt;Of Walking In Your Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Step I Take,&lt;br /&gt;Is Another Mistake To You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------All Again For You-----WeTheKings------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were Everything That's Bad For Me&lt;br /&gt;Make No Apologies&lt;br /&gt;I'm Crushed&lt;br /&gt;Black And Blue&lt;br /&gt;But You Know I'll Do It All Again&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyked those lyrics a lot...&lt;br /&gt;Esp All Again For You&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crushed...black and blue...but he'll still do it again...&lt;br /&gt;Just for her...thats sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Really Want To Know What I Mean To You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4813946434792411104?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4813946434792411104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4813946434792411104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/4813946434792411104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;color:#60ffff;"&gt;Cos' I Missed You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What've Done Wrong AGAIN?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8068853194278292279?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8068853194278292279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8068853194278292279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Training Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terribly sick =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know This Is An Unattainable Dream; And So, My Eyes Fill With Tears Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-4249035165319763001?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4249035165319763001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=4249035165319763001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Major editing to it&lt;br /&gt;And this's the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Kahang&lt;br /&gt;I won't list details cos' almost everyone went&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lost one of the rubber shoes, left only one&lt;br /&gt;During bamboo rafting&lt;br /&gt;Became the joke during bamboo rafting&lt;br /&gt;LOL...was pretty funny i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main point today was to go sch to do some dumb presentation&lt;br /&gt;The sch loves during wrong things&lt;br /&gt;At the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;Use for El marks somemore...sure fail la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let's post another inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#60FFFF;"&gt;Sometimes It Hurts So Much&lt;br /&gt;Somehow The Pain Doesn't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes It Eases Me So Much To See You&lt;br /&gt;Only To Feel Much More Pain &lt;br /&gt;When That Short Happy Moment Is Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Wonder They Say&lt;br /&gt;Losing Something Hurts More Than Having It In The First Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Hadn't See You At That Moment &lt;br /&gt;I Wouldn't Feel That Comfortable; Then Perhaps The Pain Lessens&lt;br /&gt;Compared To Not Having That Comfort At All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Wouldn't Feel Too Much About It Since&lt;br /&gt;Time Is Suppose To Heal All Wounds&lt;br /&gt;But Today I Was Deeply Reminded Of It Again&lt;br /&gt;And Somehow That Feeling Returns...Not Totally Pain&lt;br /&gt;But More Of A Miserable Feeling I Cant Put Words To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations from "Easier To Run" by Linkin Park &lt;br /&gt;It's Only How I Feel At Least, So Dun Think Too Wrong Ppl&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Sadistic Or Mental... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff32;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Time It Hurt That Much Again After All This Time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4132926407686099194-8284117087581254973?l=amberstrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8284117087581254973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4132926407686099194&amp;postID=8284117087581254973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8284117087581254973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4132926407686099194/posts/default/8284117087581254973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberstrike.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-with-new-blogskin-like-i-promised.html' 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