<?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-7534492092796861301</id><updated>2011-10-04T18:19:12.867-07:00</updated><category term='Loony Mind'/><category term='Scary School'/><category term='Julius Caesar'/><category term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Οι Μοίρες</title><subtitle type='html'>The Fates are always watching</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5228626579027801021</id><published>2011-05-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:08:54.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah, granny! Such long ears you have."&lt;br /&gt;"The better to hear you."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, granny! Such large eyes you have."&lt;br /&gt;"The better to see you."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, granny! Such large hands you have."&lt;br /&gt;"The better to take hold of you."&lt;br /&gt;"But, granny! Such a terribly large mouth you have."&lt;br /&gt;"The better to eat you up!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? I’m sure all of you had read the story &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Red Riding Hood’&lt;/span&gt; before. There are actually a few versions of it. The original version was from the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grimm Brothers&lt;/span&gt; who like their story to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; had changed them to be much more ‘&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;acceptable’&lt;/span&gt; by children and much more suitable as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bedtime stories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with the movie, the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Big Bad Wolf&lt;/span&gt; here is a werewolf terrorizing the village. Of course, they bring in the heavy cavalry, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the Church&lt;/span&gt;. All the sudden, everyone is a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;werewolf&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;witch&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devil’s advocate&lt;/span&gt;. The first 5 minutes of the movie, the lovers are already &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;‘tonguing’&lt;/span&gt; each other. Mark the words &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;‘tonguing’&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;‘kissing’&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, you can literally see the tongue come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;, Valerie, was more than she seems to be. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; had an affair. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt; makes horrible porridge. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. Mr. Tongue was suspected to be a werewolf. The dude who loves Red Riding Hood, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;, seems to be the only normal one there. Of course, she doesn’t love him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s not much of excitement in the movie. The only twist was the true character of the Wolf. Seriously, thinking back, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is such a pedophile. Another movie for me to sleep through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sigh*. Where are all the good movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5228626579027801021?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5228626579027801021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5228626579027801021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5228626579027801021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5228626579027801021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-riding-hood.html' title='Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4793975511528918577</id><published>2011-04-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:02:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNNEH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JnGX8kF5mY/TaW591aIUII/AAAAAAAAANk/DJrLCxx6bRU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595082584037544066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JnGX8kF5mY/TaW591aIUII/AAAAAAAAANk/DJrLCxx6bRU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Nikki will say, BUNNEH! Well, went to watch HOP today, if you read Nikki's previous post, you will recognise this picture.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu-_5SEzZgc/TURV67q5YLI/AAAAAAAAApA/21Hbmn0DNZA/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, this chick is more like Ben than I can ever imagine. The chock even speaks French like Ben! XDDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the story is about two characters growing up. One believes (human) he is meant to do something great while another (bunny) wants to be drummer instead of the bunny in charge of Easter. The Easter Bunny aka Peter Cottontail. In this movie, he is known as E.B. It is pronounce as Eeee...Beee...not Eb. E.B. like music instead of candies and chocolate. Did you know actually Easter Bunnies poop jelly beans? I can never look at the jelly beans the same way after I watched HOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the story line is blah~ BUT the bunnies are so adorable! Did I mention the Pink Berets? Apparently, theya re the Easter Bunny's Royal Guards. Dangerously cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595080710073081282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u48z8rSZ4C0/TaW4QwWL3cI/AAAAAAAAANU/GQJ5zCAh390/s200/Hop%2BMovie%2BPoster%2B-%2BPink%2BBeret.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the bunnies and the chicks are just so cute! The movie not so cute. I'm now awaiting the screening of Puss in Boots. The one that is featured in the Shrek movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iven, I found an interesting desert for your Christmas party (if you are having one). It's call Swan Puff. The ingredients are quite simple so are the methods of making. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595081961870795794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PNZonAxlJQ/TaW5ZnqBJBI/AAAAAAAAANc/E_qvHJCB8ag/s200/204790_2009062621000126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here I end my long-time-never-posted-anything-blog-post with the theme song of the movie HOP 'I Want Candy'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mc6fpTmsHDQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4793975511528918577?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4793975511528918577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4793975511528918577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4793975511528918577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4793975511528918577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/04/bunneh.html' title='BUNNEH!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JnGX8kF5mY/TaW591aIUII/AAAAAAAAANk/DJrLCxx6bRU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-7185922944860371877</id><published>2011-03-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T07:54:47.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, with nothing to do for that day (28/02/11), I went to Mid Valley’s Golden Screen Cinema to watch two Oscar nominated movies. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The King’s Speech&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;. Both movies were totally AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://phdavies.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/the-kings-speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Duke of York, acted by Collin Firth, in the movie, wasn’t actually the true heir to the throne of King George V. However, after some events he has to step up to the expectations of his people. Having problem in speaking fluently, a therapist was found. A chain of events followed, ending the movie with a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, King George VI didn’t fully overcome his problem in speaking publicly; his therapist was beside him all the way during all his war speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 620px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/tom-hooper-helena-bonham-carter-and-colin-0HjTsr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The movie totally earned the prize for Best Picture and Best original Screenplay. Of course, this movie would be nothing without its director, Tom Hooper, and actor, Colin Firth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth, as you people who watched the Oscar’s, won the award for Best Actor. He played the role of Duke of York.  Later in the movie, he ascended to the throne as King George VI.  The stuttering was very convincing. The swearing was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonham Carter, nominated for the best supporting actress, played the role in The King’s Speech as the Duchess of York. I still prefer her acting as Bellatrix Lestrange in the Harry Potter series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://claudia.sg/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/black-swan-2010-305x452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally speechless. Natalie Portman’s role as Nina who has problem in hallucination due to stress was very convincing. Damn, the process of personality change was excellent. Though, I have to agree on the fact that the movie is 18. The seduction, lesbian sex and everything aren’t suitable for everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In her pursue for perfection, Nina let go of herself for the growth of the quality of The Black Swan which she lacks. In the end, she succeeded with the price of her sanity and life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.knoxville.com/media/img/photos/2011/02/28/NataliePortmanOscar2011web_t300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie Portman won the Oscar award as The Best Actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-7185922944860371877?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/7185922944860371877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=7185922944860371877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7185922944860371877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7185922944860371877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-with-nothing-to-do-for-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5450975606692310062</id><published>2011-02-24T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:52:33.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>To the cinema...alone...again</title><content type='html'>Hello all, miss me? &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Who would?)&lt;/span&gt; As much as I want to say I’m living my life, I’m not. In the past, it’s studying and studying and studying. Now is working and working and working. Lovely, isn’t it. Despite there were some good times &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Hi Mel, Nikki, Iven,...)&lt;/span&gt;, they’re all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, went to watch Sanctum today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 655px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prlog.org/11175937-sanctum-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like some adventures with people dying every 10 minutes, this would be your must-watch-movie. Overall, this is an OK movie. I won’t highly recommend it, still within the acceptable range though. The plot is OK going. The only really 18 part is just the dumb bitch cutting off her ear while the expert told her not to. Ah well, that’s why she’s dumb, right? I’m trying not to reveal too much about the movie. Spoilers right? I'm watching in 2D though. It might make a diffrence in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of people today. Not the well-know type but ok enough to greet each other. Went online to watch the official trailer of Rango though. Ahh, the voice of Johnny Depp is just right for the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what happened to Nic. Haven’t heard from her from Melbourne yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey Mel, ich bin ernsthaft erwägt deutschen Klassen. Ich fand jemanden, der als gut, aber RM700 interessiert ist, den Grundkurs abgeschlossen. Du denkst, ich sollte sie nehmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Correct me Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I know I'm pathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5450975606692310062?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5450975606692310062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5450975606692310062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5450975606692310062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5450975606692310062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-cinemaaloneagain.html' title='To the cinema...alone...again'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5688603958812559536</id><published>2011-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:01:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it work</title><content type='html'>Went to my ‘interview’ today. It confirmed my theory on almost 50% of Chinese in Malaysia is English retards. The assistant manager called me and asked me to an interview. The first thing that popped into my mind was what kind of question are they going to ask? I prepared myself to any possibilities, which in the turned out to be a complete waste of time. Their so called ‘interview’ is just informing me about the shifts, my wages, and confirming my interest in it. What the fcuk! That’s not an interview! It didn’t even come close! As well, on the bright side, I’m doing what I do best and am being pay for it. Although on the down side, I only have 2 days off and I have to use them to learn to drive a car. Frankly, I’m not that keen on mastering it because it means that I’ll have the duty to fetch my brother to school in case of emergency. On the second thought, maybe I should. I’ll give him the ride on the life time. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, was ihr denken wenn wir schreiben in Deutsch? Ich brauchen eine lehrerin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5688603958812559536?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5688603958812559536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5688603958812559536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5688603958812559536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5688603958812559536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-it-work.html' title='Make it work'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5617821509927146523</id><published>2011-01-05T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:50:57.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Books</title><content type='html'>Well, while &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Edbert&lt;/span&gt; is off to NS, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Benjie&lt;/span&gt; started on AUSMAT and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; who will be going to Australia during Feb. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(I want to kill you Nic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I’m still waiting for the reply of the assistant manager. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Don’t really know where I’m heading in the future yet. Most likely following my parents ‘timetable’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I handed in my application form and have yet to receive a reply. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Don’t ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, people who bought books from Scholastic last year will still remember the books the school owes us our books. Luckily for me, I bought my books under my brothers’ name. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(He is still useful after all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So yay for me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Totally can see Daniel’s eyes rolling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558902676678601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TSUwiDhlaZI/AAAAAAAAANI/D6ZXO_C3pQo/s320/Photo%2B0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the Mockingjay does not Stephenie Meyer’s name printed in the front page. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Let’s not go there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After finishing Mockingjay, I’d find that the story does have a twist&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Pn. Lim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only it is in a form of deaths. Kind of funny though. It seems the best twist most of nowadays stories can have is death. With just a few lines, authors can kill off one of his or her characters in the book. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(It does have the God-like feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But, this is good story. The ending is different. Not the fairytales happily ever after ending but happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two books down, four more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Unfortunately, books are the only entertainment allowed to me at the moment. No booze yet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;PP/S: Guten Tag Mel, ich brauchen ihr helfen in Deutsch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5617821509927146523?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5617821509927146523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5617821509927146523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5617821509927146523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5617821509927146523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/01/bread-and-books.html' title='Bread and Books'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TSUwiDhlaZI/AAAAAAAAANI/D6ZXO_C3pQo/s72-c/Photo%2B0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-7925020878907041697</id><published>2011-01-01T05:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:16:09.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My New Year resolution is to complete my old resolutions. Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-7925020878907041697?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/7925020878907041697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=7925020878907041697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7925020878907041697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7925020878907041697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2027584630913644937</id><published>2011-01-01T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:15:55.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigers of the Year of Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone who watches TVs these days will know that our country’s Tiger team has finally won the AFF Cup after competing for it for 14 years. Their success is splash across every newspaper. The commercials are repetitively broadcasting the moment their scored the goals. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurrah.*Sarcasm*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seriously, I don’t know why they are making such a big thing out of it. It’s just a group of people who kicked the ball between two metal poles with a Keeper keeping the ball out. I know it is suppose to be sportsmanship, national pride and everything. But come on, it has been almost a week since that happened. Let it rest will you?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of course, being the true Malaysian, people went buying the jerseys with the names of the guys who scored. Seriously, what are trying to achieve by doing that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, ok, I know it’s just me who live in a room full of books in my own fantasy land, not understanding ‘true’ sportsmanship. However, undeniably, the aftermath of the winning is just too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2027584630913644937?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2027584630913644937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2027584630913644937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2027584630913644937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2027584630913644937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2011/01/tigers-of-year-of-tiger.html' title='Tigers of the Year of Tiger'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1638717581809285969</id><published>2010-12-23T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T04:44:13.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/12</title><content type='html'>OK, I busted today’s outing due to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;financial crisis&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I went to Leisure Mall instead of Mid Valley. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As if I can help it. Kind of hard to survive at Mid Valley when you only have RM20.00. Long story about the shortage of cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 632px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/6063/1309525-tron_legacy_poster_super.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I went to LM, watched Tron. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I can totally imagine Ed’s face turning maroon at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Totally agree to what &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said. It’s a movie design for 3D. The graphics will be way better. The sound track sounds nice though. Love the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zuse&lt;/span&gt; character but he is kind of &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Almost all the characters are dumb anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The story line is quite boring, same old same old. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A bit like Clash of the Titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard from TV that Malaysia produced her first GAY movie! I know! Weird~ considering this is a being-gay-is-breaking-the-law country. Anyway, the movie is given the title ‘Dalam Botol’. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;In a bottle? What is that suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Txz8R6EHp8/TAjxmRzWqqI/AAAAAAAADPk/4J6Vr5sbQfA/s400/anu+dalam+botol.png" border="0" /&gt;So, holidays seem to be endless. Don’t know what I am going to do in the future. In the mean time, just read, eat, sleep and live on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1638717581809285969?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1638717581809285969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1638717581809285969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1638717581809285969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1638717581809285969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/12/2312.html' title='23/12'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Txz8R6EHp8/TAjxmRzWqqI/AAAAAAAADPk/4J6Vr5sbQfA/s72-c/anu+dalam+botol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4036760813034582252</id><published>2010-12-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:03:52.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To everyone reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Be prepared for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Be prepared to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; at my:&lt;br /&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;childishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;narrow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mindedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Not suitable for the people with first class mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, it’s been ages since I last post. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things come, things go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Well, everyone is MOST LIKELY doing their favourite things. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Shopping, reading eating, sleeping, … blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some already went for holidays. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bali, Thailand, Beijing, ……&lt;/span&gt; Others will be working or thinking about their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you guys &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(and girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I am now having one of my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;worry-too-much-about-nonsense &lt;/span&gt; moments. Here’s the thing. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BenJi&lt;/span&gt; is going to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AUSMAT&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MCKL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt; is going to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;local matriculation&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;… I don’t know about that fella. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; planning to join BenJi at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AUSMAT&lt;/span&gt; as well but…… Of course, the greatest need in this materialistic world--- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(99.9%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now, that I will not be going to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AUSMAT&lt;/span&gt; but will be joining the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FREE-GOVRMENT-FUNDED-1 ½ BLOODY YEARS&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, my parents are thrilled by the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Same result&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no money&lt;/span&gt; needed, why bother to think about others, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; like the way of studying of STPM. Like what BenJi said, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cow&lt;/span&gt; studying method. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Swallow, Regurgitate, Repeat process.&lt;/span&gt; Lovely isn’t. Been going that for the last 11 years and not planning to do it again. So there’s only one option left-----WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always write in our BM karangan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“dalam era globalisasi ini, …”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So what? We do live in the age of globalization BUT the pathway of a person is still the same after secondary/high school-----work or study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do not want to study with the given option, I might as well just work. In pet store, restraint, pirated DVD……I don’t know. I no longer need to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life’s dream is to become a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;marine biologist&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, on my own &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;floating lab&lt;/span&gt;. Just me, the lab and a deep blue sea. Lovely isn’t it. Except now it’ll just remain as a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my parents plan for me: (Not that they told me but I can read it clearly from their face)&lt;br /&gt;- Go to work / get driving licenses&lt;br /&gt;- Go for STPM&lt;br /&gt;- Go for local university studying crap&lt;br /&gt;- Get a job&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck a woman&lt;br /&gt;- Have kids&lt;br /&gt;- Die as a miserable old man wondering if I had chosen differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming isn’t it. A life everyone wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I do not want to further my study but the problem is time factor. Assuming I finish my university at 25 – 29 ++, I need to redo everything again. Starting from Degree. That’s also assuming the world is not going to end at 2012 and I do not die half way throughout my life. Unless my father is going to hit Jackpot or win TOTO tomorrow, I will be living the life written above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians will say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;this is God’s test to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;No offence meant here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If it is a test, I think I just got myself an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t know what the Big Guy is planning for me up there but I’m not loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time comes, time goes. Who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow. Maybe the world is going to end at 2012; maybe I’m just going to sleep forever after this; maybe I’m just going to end up on the streets taking cracks. Till then, good morrow everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4036760813034582252?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4036760813034582252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4036760813034582252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4036760813034582252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4036760813034582252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/12/future.html' title='Future?'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2777909368297094415</id><published>2010-09-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:50:03.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Kathy Griffin rocks!</title><content type='html'>Today will be the end of the holidays. By next Friday, it’ll be our trial SPM. Well, I won’t say whether I studied but I did found something interesting during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517724105097404098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TJLk1uTw3sI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ryrrl-mApB8/s320/kathy_griffin_host(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, meet &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kathy Griffin.&lt;/span&gt; I just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her show. She’ll say &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on her show. Although she got a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; lot of trouble due to her &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘openness’&lt;/span&gt; in her language, she is one hell of a women. I do suggest &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; who is OK with the word &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;‘fu*k’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ‘sh*t’,&lt;/span&gt; etc., to watch it. 2 thumbs up people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Her videos can be watched at youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2777909368297094415?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2777909368297094415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2777909368297094415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2777909368297094415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2777909368297094415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/09/kathy-griffin-rocks.html' title='Kathy Griffin rocks!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TJLk1uTw3sI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ryrrl-mApB8/s72-c/kathy_griffin_host(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3012541801646126067</id><published>2010-09-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:59:35.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; is coming to town during the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14th of October&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh My God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Unfortunately, as much as I want to go and watch it, I can’t. It’s like few days before the ‘&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thing’&lt;/span&gt;--- &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Can’t imagine any parents letting their children doing that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, last Thursday, the school arranged a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;motivational talk&lt;/span&gt; for us. The purpose is to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;motivate&lt;/span&gt; us which turn out to be &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;soppy sessions&lt;/span&gt; where the orator, makes us feel &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; because we haven’t ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;contribute’&lt;/span&gt; to our family yet. So we have to do that by scoring good grades in our SPM. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall for me, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;motivated&lt;/span&gt; at all. The way to motivate me, promise me a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;guaranteed ‘ticket’&lt;/span&gt; to study in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, then I feel motivated.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aussie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, the ‘guilt card’ might work for some people but not for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3012541801646126067?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3012541801646126067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3012541801646126067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3012541801646126067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3012541801646126067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/09/adam-lambert-is-coming-to-town-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5711939126679154689</id><published>2010-09-01T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:55:01.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I don’t know how the others spend their &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;al day holiday, but for me, I went to 2 movies. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Grown-ups &amp;amp; Vampire Suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511956900146848514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TH5nmNqEIwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_PEHeXMEIEU/s320/1024x768_grownups_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As predictable as he can be, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/span&gt; acted in another &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;family-theme&lt;/span&gt; movie. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just like Click, Bed-Time Stories, etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Grown-Ups&lt;/span&gt;, for me, is just a mere &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;. It isn’t &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; but it isn’t the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; movie yet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And please, stop doing the same theme over and over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511957067805983250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TH5nv-PHghI/AAAAAAAAAMs/47AQqnvJkJw/s320/28spj52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vampire Suck&lt;/span&gt; didn’t turn out as what I expect it to be. The director could have, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; done it better. Although I don’t mind &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jacob White&lt;/span&gt; in Vampire Suck replace &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He has a more animated face comparing Mr. Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The trailers have shown most of the juicy parts. So watching it feel kind of disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope the scene movie; where one of them saying the ratings of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; is going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; come true. Of course I also got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Becca&lt;/span&gt; in the movie. If I saw another girl &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pull her hair behind the ears and bite her lower lips at the same time&lt;/span&gt;, I’m so going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her. The action if just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; irritating! Argh! Wish I could reach inside the screen and give her a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;slap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did go a bit exploring before going in the cinema. OMG! I saw the book I so want to buy but it has the wrong cover and damn expensive price! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And yes, I’m picky with the book cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511957199857270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TH5n3qKmPPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nSH-zQAdAS0/s320/rango_poster_d9c460_404445t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming up will be &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; in the movie &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rango&lt;/span&gt; which I &lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt; he’ll be voicing the chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TH5nH4t77eI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AhADuOZfKMQ/s1600/1024x768_grownups_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5711939126679154689?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5711939126679154689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5711939126679154689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5711939126679154689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5711939126679154689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/09/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TH5nmNqEIwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_PEHeXMEIEU/s72-c/1024x768_grownups_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3086932840138709067</id><published>2010-08-29T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:10:17.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>An Old Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/THpb_NVq4wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFzsP8oAiVw/s1600/totoro-flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510818235511661314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/THpb_NVq4wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFzsP8oAiVw/s200/totoro-flute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I haven’t been blogging for quite a while. Not because I don’t want to, it’s just there is nothing interesting happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to another point, this month happens to have many kinda attracting looking movies. Grown-ups, Step-up, Expendables and, of course the one I’ve been waiting for, Vampire Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don’t have the time, yet, and people who are willing to accompany me. Nikki and Iven are too busy. So most likely I’m going to watch by myself again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Been doing that quite a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want back to my grandparent’s house during Friday. While going through the videos, I found one which I’ve been searching for a long time, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Neighbor Totoro&lt;/span&gt; (1988).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very cute show. I first watched it when I was very very young. I can’t remember when but the cartoon characters are just stuck inside my head. Anyway, I only watched it once, then the discs went ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;poof’&lt;/span&gt;. Vanished until I found it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-warming and just nice. Of course it seems to be very childish, as some of you might say, but it’s cute. It don’t have a very climatic plot, it concentrates more on the innocence and fairytale magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this old movie still have its &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;magic&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/7534492092796861301-3086932840138709067?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3086932840138709067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3086932840138709067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3086932840138709067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3086932840138709067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-movie.html' title='An Old Movie'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/THpb_NVq4wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFzsP8oAiVw/s72-c/totoro-flute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8383732971986861639</id><published>2010-08-18T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T06:52:46.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>So the nightmare for the Form 3s starts today (the ones who are taking Chinese). So they trial is I don’t know for how long, ours (Form 5s) starts at 22nd of September. Hmm…… Not much to say except good luck for the F3s and Work smart for the F5s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8383732971986861639?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8383732971986861639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8383732971986861639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8383732971986861639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8383732971986861639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/08/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4247966440063304139</id><published>2010-08-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:54:17.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Before, After, Future?</title><content type='html'>Well, today’s the ‘coronation’ of the new &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head Boy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Like duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Since they’re&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Prefects&lt;/span&gt;, they make a big deal out of it. The video, light effects, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;blah, blah, blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And now &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OFFICAILLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out of the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;‘working force’&lt;/span&gt;. Most of it just a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; lot of bullshit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, favorite part will still be the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Credit&lt;/span&gt; of their indescribable &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the 5S1 are the usual hooligans. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Childish more likely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Creating sound pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt; is kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tense&lt;/span&gt; lately. I don’t know about him just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Is he turning into a workaholic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don’t remember &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; being like that. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ah, well. Each with their own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt; the new &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Head Boy&lt;/span&gt; will of course is heading a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Problems not troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In another way of speaking, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;‘challenges’&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just to make it sound nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt; will ever be the same again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;, new &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dawn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There’s nothing wrong in &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just put it there as the 3 Drama Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PP/S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Something cacat with my house &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. So my last post in &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Segi College&lt;/span&gt; will be postponed. But if you’re using the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/span&gt; then it means you read it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4247966440063304139?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4247966440063304139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4247966440063304139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4247966440063304139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4247966440063304139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/08/before-after-future.html' title='Before, After, Future?'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-382615442184618863</id><published>2010-08-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:22:35.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>waiting, watching and laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14/8&lt;/span&gt; - Yesterday, another number of students fall victim our school’s &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefects&lt;/span&gt;). He and his razor are taking over the school by starting a new &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;regiment&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;military&lt;/span&gt; hair style----- very short hair. They/He wanted to start a new ‘custom’ of same hair-style tradition in the school. The new &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head Boy&lt;/span&gt; candidates are the first to join the ‘&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;regiment’&lt;/span&gt; as a sign of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;exemplary&lt;/span&gt;. The ‘&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;campaign’&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;spot-check&lt;/span&gt;) has started yesterday and will continue for another 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Heaven’s I’m F5 this year. School is as Hell as ever &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*eyes rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. Now the teachers are giving out our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Testimonial&lt;/span&gt; marks, more reason for the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;‘pet dogs/shoe-shiner’&lt;/span&gt; to be a goody-goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the class next door &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-1&lt;/span&gt; has gone racist issue with their class teacher during carnival day? Therefore their testimonial marks… &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog, due to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tests&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;‘magic’ modem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been blogging. Of course, my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;‘lame + imbecile + idiotic + bitch fucking + whose-brain-is-not-any-smarter-than-the-least-evolved-creature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;twin’&lt;/span&gt; has been ‘&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;kindly’&lt;/span&gt; taking my job in Cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone can either pay no attention to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; or just play around with to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; if you guys like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can’t wait to finish my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The torturous &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; me slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-382615442184618863?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/382615442184618863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=382615442184618863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/382615442184618863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/382615442184618863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-watching-and-laughing.html' title='waiting, watching and laughing'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4547682547953422207</id><published>2010-07-25T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T06:13:09.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>It all started with an idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Inception-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 866px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Inception-Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching Inception today and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;! A serious mind boggling movie. A dream within a dream within another dream. Seriously, the person who thought of this must been not human. So complex but interesting. You have to watch it to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing aside the good movie, sometimes the people who went and watch it do puzzle me. Would you bring your under-12-years-old child to a movie like this? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No wonder they are losing their imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Or bring a girlfriend to a movie which has not much of a romantic scene? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Another relationship had just ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;although there’s no dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, thank God the kid is quiet the whole time and the couples are keeping to themselves, without noise. Another word, a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;good movie&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nice atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; --- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prefect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It all start with an idea…the seed of idea will grow and thrive in the mind… stronger than any virus or bacteria…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4547682547953422207?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4547682547953422207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4547682547953422207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4547682547953422207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4547682547953422207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-all-started-with-idea_25.html' title='It all started with an idea'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-9070956570444992521</id><published>2010-07-24T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T05:59:56.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>That’s a Wrap</title><content type='html'>Ok… it has been quite some time since I blogged, time to wrap it all up. So, previously the F5 is so worried about the NS names and everything, tell me about it, and I didn’t get chosen. Yay for me! Not that good for Ed and Wayne, Selvina and Xiwen, and countless others who turned ‘hysterical’ due to the ‘joy’ of it. I wonder are they Massachusetts. They are 'happy' they got chosen and are doing some of the most unnatural things. of course now they have subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course of so many things, there’s always the Twilight saga, as stupid as ever. There’s still the ‘Jacob clan’ and the ‘Edward clan’. Not mentioning the ‘Anti-Twilight-Stop –Soppy-Vampire clan’. Such a horror, seriously. The boredom, the cliché-ness, the love in the air, ……………………………………………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for passing out, need to go to toilet. Felt my yesterday’s dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, before I puke again, Drama. Drama has loss its previous charm and attraction. Its soul and essence have flown to a distant land. The Art is not properly passed down. Now it falls into a deep slumber till from the ashes a fire shall spring, and the broken will again be king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the Carnival updates, the Prefects are learning how to accept rejection today at the market. Don’t know which one though, missed the chance to laugh at them. Not mentioning the pathetic-ness of the KP, and the teacher in charged, had once again, shown to the world. So funny, they just never learn. Come to think of it, how can they learn if they at constant self-denial. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all if I’m not wrong…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before i forget, today I’ve cooked dry spaghetti. Dry as in once lifted out from their Jacuzzi, placed in a plate and everything, it turned dry. lol. On a happy side, there’s ‘potato jacket’ without the potato skin. XD. Tasted ALMOST as good as Iven’s last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s a wrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-9070956570444992521?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/9070956570444992521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=9070956570444992521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9070956570444992521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9070956570444992521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-wrap.html' title='That’s a Wrap'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1808907316122390105</id><published>2010-07-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:01:15.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxy-morons</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, our dear &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prime Minister&lt;/span&gt; announced that every student who got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9A+&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; will receive the scholarship &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Joy~).&lt;/span&gt; On the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONDITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, after finishing their studies, applicants have to come back to serve the country &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Kill Joy~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Seriously, what is the point of coming back to serve the country when the overseas government are paying better. What is the point to get a scholarship to go overseas at the first place if you need to come back to get a lower payment. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In another word, if you have money, go overseas and who cares how you spend it. In contradiction, if you are poor, get scholarship, go overseas and work for the Gov when you come back. Not mentioning you still have to deal with the taxes. In the end, you’ll just have enough money to eat. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(For what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Get an oversea scholarship &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(if possible)&lt;/span&gt; or a private company scholarship &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(if possible again)&lt;/span&gt; so you don’t have to work like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you have oversea degree while the payment is the same as no degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1808907316122390105?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1808907316122390105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1808907316122390105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1808907316122390105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1808907316122390105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/07/oxy-morons.html' title='Oxy-morons'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1009042608141042175</id><published>2010-07-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:59:29.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Animal talk</title><content type='html'>After the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Free Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, there are not many sea creatures that can compete with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Willy&lt;/span&gt; the O&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, it now has a rival. In &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt;, Oracle is coming in the form of octopus. That’s right. Our friendly eight-legged, invertebrate sea creature is now the new appointed messenger of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Apollo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; the Oracle Octopus had predicted the loss of Ger&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; against &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; not mentioning their previous feat in the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt;. Due to their completely ignorance &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(no offence here Mel)&lt;/span&gt; that Paul don’t know where he &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(assuming it’s a male)&lt;/span&gt; is living, the fanatical fans sent recipes to cook Paul. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Seriously… *eyes rolling*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is already the final match for Ger&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(don’t know what’s the result…too busy)&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder what will happen to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;. End up in someone’s &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; or get back its old life in the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;aquarium&lt;/span&gt;? Frankly, I won’t be surprise if the newspaper said that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; while it’s sleeping in its &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;aquarium&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt; fans. Ger&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; or no Ger&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Other than &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;, they claim a &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bird&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; also knows how to predict the results of the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt; competition. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Apollo&lt;/span&gt; must be really short of hands that he requires &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt; of them and a pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wings&lt;/span&gt; to help him in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Never tell the whole world you can predict football matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1009042608141042175?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1009042608141042175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1009042608141042175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1009042608141042175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1009042608141042175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/07/animal-talk.html' title='Animal talk'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1244890063274310834</id><published>2010-07-01T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T05:07:12.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>CURSE YOU ALL!</title><content type='html'>And I thought you will be happy for me. Instead &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; when all over &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“I’m not killing your dreams but…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how thick can you get? I just ask you to go and see. But what &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; says, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“No~ it’s time wasting because even though we go, it’s not going solve the cash problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! Fine! I was so motivated to study hard and what happened, I get this kind respond. It’s like getting hit by the truck. I want to fly. If &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dare to restrain me, I don’t think the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; will stop from cutting off contact with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Overseas study is dumping the money into the sea~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;study here same like studying overseas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Fine than. Since you don’t want me to study &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ll just find a way to do it. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;By hook or by crook.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Blood is thicker than water….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BULLSHIT I SAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t see them supporting me. What they do? They just go all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You can’t do it~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can not find a good job~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you will not be able to do it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m totally tired of putting my foot into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoe. Try putting your foot into mine? oh wait, you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can’t&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt; Because you of all people just do not want me to think! We should be all &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;family first&lt;/span&gt; no matter you GET A JOB OR NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven’s sake! Will you feed me for the rest of my life because I value the idiom family first?! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching and waiting for something like this for few a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEARS! YEARS MY DEAR! YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  If it comes to it, I will not hesitate to make my own decision. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if it involves unlocking the doors in the middle of the night and cut off from all contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disown me if you want to, I no longer care. Refusing to listen AT ALL ends everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1244890063274310834?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1244890063274310834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1244890063274310834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1244890063274310834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1244890063274310834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/07/curse-you-all.html' title='CURSE YOU ALL!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-9037914858809263587</id><published>2010-06-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:32:05.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Just a Past</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt; I went into hall to put bag on the stage for my curriculum activity. Kind of weird to see only my bag is on the stage. Yes, I still miss them. Usually the stage will have the Drama team’s bag lined at the front. Now, it’ll be another memory which soon will be forgotten in the midst of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still see them sometimes during weekends. Never it will never be the same. To walk together, meet up everyday and all the other things I wish we can still do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the past sometimes. Not always. Just sometimes, I ‘saw’ them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-9037914858809263587?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/9037914858809263587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=9037914858809263587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9037914858809263587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9037914858809263587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-past.html' title='Just a Past'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8741479837976008617</id><published>2010-06-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:30:39.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>A __________ talk (Fill in the blanks with any word you think is suitable)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear-old-don’t-know-when’s-gonna-die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Headmistress&lt;/span&gt; gave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the Form 5 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; classes a ‘motivational’ talk &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(spent 30+minutes listening to crap except for the last part that is done by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pn.Lim&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she’s giving us the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let’s-see-how-shitty-you-are-comparing-to-the-last-year-people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; treatment &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Zzzz…).&lt;/span&gt; I’ll cut the crap and go to the main point. She wants to see the students whose CPGA is &lt;strong&gt;higher&lt;/strong&gt; than &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(it’s almost like everyone)&lt;/span&gt; in her office starting next week &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(skip class along the way)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow will be the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edu. Fair&lt;/span&gt; though, can’t wait for it. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; will be the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;college’s&lt;/span&gt; talk &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(bragging)&lt;/span&gt; about why should their place be chosen for further education&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8741479837976008617?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8741479837976008617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8741479837976008617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8741479837976008617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8741479837976008617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/06/talk-fill-in-blanks-with-any-word-you.html' title='A __________ talk (Fill in the blanks with any word you think is suitable)'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1060707564217746160</id><published>2010-06-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:27:30.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>A stroll down the park.</title><content type='html'>Last week, the school had the same old same old &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jog&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(totally time wasting in my opinion).&lt;/span&gt; My mother &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(unfortunately for me)&lt;/span&gt; forced me to go to school &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(while I could have stayed at home to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Zzzz&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Forced as in saying this is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, I, Ed and Ben took a stroll down the ‘&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;park’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(longer distance this time)&lt;/span&gt;. Only difference is that we’re being ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chased’&lt;/span&gt; by an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;, who does not understand we don’t want &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(don’t know what goes through that thick head of his). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nobody got &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;trampled&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; or suffered a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;brain damage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(too bad).&lt;/span&gt; In the end, some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got the price &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Hurrah…= =).&lt;/span&gt; Nicole’s &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;‘famous’&lt;/span&gt; brother got another price &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(champion or something)&lt;/span&gt;. Now he has bigger head &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Hurrah to that too….).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of time, I just &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;‘sleepwalked’&lt;/span&gt; through the whole journey, including when I’m inside the hall &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(don’t even know what’s happening).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God this is my final year. No more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the school by making myself smells bad .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1060707564217746160?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1060707564217746160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1060707564217746160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1060707564217746160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1060707564217746160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/06/stroll-down-park.html' title='A stroll down the park.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-69360262600759475</id><published>2010-06-19T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:37:42.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Hols.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be another boring semester of school. Counting down XXX days till the Big Exam. Blah, Blah, Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Cameron&lt;/span&gt; during the hols. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;is very easy to remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Eat again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I’ve tasted many delicious foods this time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not forgetting shitty food as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not much of sight seeing since I’ve been there a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bonus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A food directory to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yummy foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt; is equally easy to remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;edible&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;non-edible&lt;/span&gt; plants. Bought a few, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;non-edible ones&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;miniature cactuses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;orchids&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a plant whose name I do not know&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Edibles ones&lt;/span&gt; mostly got eaten already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bonus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Two cute &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;little cactuses&lt;/span&gt; which one of them already &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bloomed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m putting some random pics as well. One of them is kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxxmUvye4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5L6JQ4LJj6M/s1600/Photo+0118+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383349448539010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxxmUvye4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5L6JQ4LJj6M/s320/Photo+0118+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can almost touch the clouds. Eventually, the car went in one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxxwimduPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yqADUX5BBCU/s1600/Photo+0117+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383524966217970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxxwimduPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yqADUX5BBCU/s320/Photo+0117+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of the Meddle East? Where's that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxyIBvIYoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7p6f4icezKY/s1600/Photo+0120+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484383928461058690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxyIBvIYoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7p6f4icezKY/s320/Photo+0120+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxyR-y_d-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/k35rvSLPKHg/s1600/Photo+0121+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484384099470637026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxyR-y_d-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/k35rvSLPKHg/s320/Photo+0121+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That yellow thingy is a lemon. A LEMON for heaven's sake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-69360262600759475?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/69360262600759475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=69360262600759475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/69360262600759475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/69360262600759475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/06/hols.html' title='Hols.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxxmUvye4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5L6JQ4LJj6M/s72-c/Photo+0118+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8542618486305515381</id><published>2010-06-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:35:25.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Tats…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxvSg_0jkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/88vXFeg3FdA/s1600/Photo+0116+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484380810116369986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxvSg_0jkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/88vXFeg3FdA/s320/Photo+0116+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iven and Nicole got tattoos now… ARRRGGGHHH!!! Jealous~ (= 3 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them during Sunday &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(a long long time ago Sunday).&lt;/span&gt; They asked me to join them for the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Youth thingy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I know is a long time a story but I've just got the time, OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, I haven’t got the time, so I asked them to join me at&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Leisure Mall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Blah, Blah, Blah,&lt;/span&gt; they showed their tats, which they got it at the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;convention&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny as it is from my phone’s image, it’s still nice. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Iven’s&lt;/span&gt; tats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; seriously &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No offence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nic’s&lt;/span&gt; still OK, OK. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wonder how her mother is going to react when she found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I want one. Naturally, my parents will be as paranoid as Nicole’s mother &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; they found out. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not that I got one already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I’ve been dying to get one since I watched a show. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Long story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I even thought out the design I want, where I want it and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they got it, I’ve a place I have to go after my SPM, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tattoo shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sg. Wang&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Don’t know what’s the price &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8542618486305515381?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8542618486305515381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8542618486305515381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8542618486305515381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8542618486305515381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/06/tats.html' title='Tats…'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/TBxvSg_0jkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/88vXFeg3FdA/s72-c/Photo+0116+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5006485157149553303</id><published>2010-05-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:48:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses are Red, Prefects are Blue, You aren’t Sweet and We loath you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                                          - The Life of Reason, Volume 1:1905, George Santayana-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes the word is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but loath of your very existence. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Foxes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;honest politicians&lt;/span&gt;. I am not surprised you are now &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;polluting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;corrupting&lt;/span&gt; the new minds to continue the legacy of &lt;strong&gt;aristocracy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have unnatural Fate to be with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since Form 1, I’ve befriended &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more than I can count. Including at tuition centers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cannot get rid off. In another word, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ass. Now with only 2 months left, the name of their &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;successors&lt;/span&gt; will be announce next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the school’s election, they’ll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off duty. I said officially, not &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;whole heartedly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They’ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make excuses to not mind it. But hey, I tasted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;intoxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just too tasty is let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll go. Of course go, but it’ll take time. Especially when the new &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; refer to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from time to time for their insufferably pitiful ‘&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wisdom’&lt;/span&gt;,  which will give &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a sense of usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not talk about the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;going-to-rot-ones&lt;/span&gt;. Let’s see about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;POSSIBLITIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/span&gt; being elected and the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; he MIGHT face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POSSIBILITIES&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Around &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;250%&lt;/span&gt;, according to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama Scale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1-300%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Not controlling the students. Not cooperation within the Board as well. It’s popularity. He’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; popular for his own good. Good looking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will want him as their helper in their own clubs or organizations. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be, most likely, vote him as the leader in everything. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be chasing after him as well, wanting his love and their desire to bask in his fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Busy boy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reject&lt;/span&gt;. Of course he can. For the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teacher’s&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt; who understand, he’ll be fine. For the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who do not, he’ll be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of one’s self? I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he can resist that one quite well. But I can be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give a loud applause for him, it’s a sign of his &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;uprising&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;downfall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he ever get elected as the new &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5006485157149553303?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5006485157149553303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5006485157149553303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5006485157149553303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5006485157149553303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/roses-are-red-prefects-are-blue-you.html' title='Roses are Red, Prefects are Blue, You aren’t Sweet and We loath you.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5828696140400889088</id><published>2010-05-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:41:53.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Talent Time Had Changed the Future Time of Certain.</title><content type='html'>For those who remember, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SMK Taman Connaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; conducted the first ever &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; talent competition. I won’t elaborate what happen then. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Old news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I would say the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, one of the people whose future is changed by it is no other than &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeremy Wong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; an athlete, a sprinter to be exact,  who strikes people as a shy person. Not very popular comparing to &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Goh Quan Tzhoe&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boon Aik Hau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;as far as I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now the star of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMKTC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘The Popper’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to some people. Not forgetting he is performing again for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMKTC&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Teacher’s Day &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(04/06/2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person will be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pn. Ursha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she turned nicer, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I mean no disrespect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, she turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nastier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For a few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Talent Time&lt;/span&gt; judges didn’t choose the 5S1’s obscene performance, which she is their teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thank God they didn’t. I ran out of the Hall when they’re doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ms. Lian&lt;/span&gt; keeps on borrowing &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edbert&lt;/span&gt; out her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;As if Ms. Lian intended to do so?! It’s just a coincident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually understand her feelings but I actually expect her to be more…… ‘classy’. I don’t know the suitable word. Yet, I do not blame her and now just avoiding her whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Although I said it’s a long story, I summarized it. Ask me in a form of comment if you wish to know more. Cbox comment will be ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5828696140400889088?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5828696140400889088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5828696140400889088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5828696140400889088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5828696140400889088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/talent-time-had-changed-future-time-of.html' title='Talent Time Had Changed the Future Time of Certain.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-451087525252477374</id><published>2010-05-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:37:24.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big L classes rocks!</title><content type='html'>Hell yea! Not rock as in we are shaking our heads and everything. We are doing as &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cassius&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;‘speaking of high things’&lt;/span&gt;. Every week, Tuesday and, sometimes, Thursday, 8.00 p.m. – 9.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk, chat, discuss and share our thoughts. Which curiously are from the same world. I would say very &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Drama team&lt;/span&gt; like. Too bad the girl is from &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SBU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;or is it SBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or she’ll be very easy converted into our &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pn. Lim&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; of us are very different from who she usually teach. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No offence there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She says we shall meet again in 10 or 20 years time and sit around the table again and see whether we remembered what we promised her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don’t know about the other two but seriously, I don’t think I going to change anymore. Unless you want me to be worse than I am now. Better? Not really possible. Not that I didn’t try but because I tried and I turned out to be very terrible indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P/S: Anyone interested call up &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pn. Lim&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; and anyone who wants to do so, heard it from a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;little birdie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-451087525252477374?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/451087525252477374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=451087525252477374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/451087525252477374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/451087525252477374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-l-classes-rocks.html' title='Big L classes rocks!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4968738155006206042</id><published>2010-05-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:33:43.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>William Shakespeare will do a flip in his coffin.</title><content type='html'>How can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; just either finish spending it or don’t give a damn about it. If you know you will be conducting the same event for the coming year, surely you would have prepared the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt;! The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fund&lt;/span&gt;! The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S Eleven&lt;/span&gt;, right? But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they just have to ‘&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;forget’&lt;/span&gt; to prepare it. Now thanks to them, I have spent my last year in school without &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pn. Lim&lt;/span&gt; still has some tricks up her sleeves. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Actually I’m not even sure how many ‘things’ she standby.&lt;/span&gt; Updates about the Drama will come sooner…… &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4968738155006206042?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4968738155006206042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4968738155006206042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4968738155006206042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4968738155006206042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/william-shakespeare-will-do-flip-in-his.html' title='William Shakespeare will do a flip in his coffin.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-10564955104614819</id><published>2010-05-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:28:07.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>The Smell is Killing Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You totally won’t believe it. The &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;English Language Society&lt;/span&gt; is more like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Society of Weirdoes&lt;/span&gt;, nowadays. Take no offence, most of them are except for a few who are sane and it has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTALLY NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you wont’ believe it. We have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; A group of lower forms who can’t even UNDERSTAND English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand these people. What for you join a society which you can’t even communicate with each other? What do expect us to do? Teach you &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt;? Or you want us to teach you how to pronounce an &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; word? Jeez, these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A teacher’s son, whose name I shall not mention because I don’t know it myself, who speaks like a cartoon character whom I can not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; be able to accept it; But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;~, it has to be voice which is totally &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;. I do not have the most melodious voice in the world but that sound just stuck in your head for 3 or 4 hours once you heard it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not only the voice, he is making jokes which no one is laughing except for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To make things worse, a F5 student who is 10 times &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than the person in just mentioned. Not forgetting, he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and,  possibly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mentally ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sheesh. Talking to him is like talking to a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bottomless pit&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tape recorder&lt;/span&gt;---no response + repeated complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a proper response that is. I once took pity in him but he chooses self-destruction. Well, what can I do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;He’s going to say complain the same things over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;e.g. “I’m just pretending to be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;       “I was never happy for my 5 years in school.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God! Shut up will you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things clear, crystal clear, honestly, genuinely, literally clear before all of you are getting ideas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT IS NOT MY DAMN FAULT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I didn’t even know these people are coming. When I first met them, I was totally stupefied by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dark days&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-10564955104614819?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/10564955104614819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=10564955104614819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/10564955104614819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/10564955104614819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/smell-is-killing-me.html' title='The Smell is Killing Me!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2024892768397041188</id><published>2010-05-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:19:43.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;All that is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; does not glitter,&lt;br /&gt;Not all those who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are lost;&lt;br /&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;br /&gt;Deep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are not reached by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shall spring;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed shall be blade that is broken,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;crownless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again shall be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                            -The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. TOLKIEN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire that is long extinguished from the blog has, once again, rekindled. Of course, post might not be as interesting as the old times, but it’s better than wasting the space right? Let’s get back to the game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot’s of things had happened, mostly I can’t remember. What I do remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ELS stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The smell of the ‘excitement’ of the members is ‘choking’ me each session.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drama competition was and still is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;( - - )…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Big L classes are turning into confession and understanding-each-other-classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Edbert&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tabitha&lt;/span&gt; (she’s an interesting Indian who has thinking like the old Drama team) and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pn Lim&lt;/span&gt; at her place every Tuesday night. We are the Tuesday people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My writing mind had and still is taking a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can’t write an interesting story now! My brain is like &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;soggy&lt;/span&gt; when I looked at the titles! That doesn’t happen to me for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; of a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O Inspiration, whither dost thou fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;– 3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talent Time has produce and effect more than it intends to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Looong story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;= =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The election of the blue shirts is, once again, approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I believe &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bry_ _ _&lt;/span&gt; is one the person who has a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;high risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of being a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Head Prefect&lt;/span&gt;. I’ll elaborate about the case later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lee DeWyze won the title American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I like the guy except he is still a bit &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Crystal Bowersox&lt;/span&gt; rocks to. Sadly, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/span&gt;, who is like everything &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amer&lt;/span&gt;ican&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt; is worth watching, is leaving. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that guy.&lt;/span&gt; = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Totally, genuinely, literally, losing my mind due to the absence of the ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oldies’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;While &lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt; is describing one of the singing as &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;‘cats jumping off the Empire State Building just before the hit the ground’&lt;/span&gt;, I’m one the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt; who is willing to jump off that place to keep myself together. Don’t go “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Huh&lt;/span&gt;?” because I can’t understand my own sentence as well-----&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;totally losing my mind&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/7534492092796861301-2024892768397041188?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2024892768397041188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2024892768397041188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2024892768397041188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2024892768397041188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-that-is-gold-does-not-glitter-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8331005152895280307</id><published>2009-12-19T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:36:15.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Parting of ways...</title><content type='html'>The last outing with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took place in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Leisure Mall&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;remembering&lt;/span&gt; what we’ve done this year. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No other activities&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No tears&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No crappy nor sick jokes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OK la, maybe got a few.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Just &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;simple talking&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clumsy hug&lt;/span&gt;. Then she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last outing with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had only &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;one person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8331005152895280307?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8331005152895280307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8331005152895280307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8331005152895280307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8331005152895280307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/parting-of-ways.html' title='Parting of ways...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4263380538624393462</id><published>2009-12-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:08:17.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In order to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one must &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4263380538624393462?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4263380538624393462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4263380538624393462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4263380538624393462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4263380538624393462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-order-to-create-one-must-destroy.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1703202504327961823</id><published>2009-12-16T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:04:30.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To obtain a precious is hard; To let go a precious is harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1703202504327961823?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1703202504327961823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1703202504327961823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1703202504327961823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1703202504327961823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-obtain-precious-is-hard-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1626119744173880392</id><published>2009-12-16T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:03:40.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;live a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or you want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1626119744173880392?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1626119744173880392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1626119744173880392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1626119744173880392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1626119744173880392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-want-to-live-life-or-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-7695674453088930232</id><published>2009-12-16T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:57:46.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Bored........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiz... So long no blogging olady.... Not don't want to blog, but tehre's nothing to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wan 2 talk about my hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As exciting as the house's front porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wan 2 talk about next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Easy, 1 phrase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not prepared yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wan 2 talk about the crazy Sg. Wang adventure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I called it an adventure la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wan 2 talk about Mel's departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing to say except &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fare thee well &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Blessed Be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the school to reopen. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can't believe I'm saying this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; At least got something to do mah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-7695674453088930232?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/7695674453088930232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=7695674453088930232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7695674453088930232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7695674453088930232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored.html' title='Bored........'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1533484189565791707</id><published>2009-12-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:19:11.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Do 12 sound better than 10?</title><content type='html'>The government, ‘who cared for the Chinese and Indian community and do not want to lose the communities native tongues’, had finally decide that next year SPM students are allowed to take 12 maximum subjects. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which the results would only based on 10 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, there’s no big difference, only I now get the chance to take back Chinese, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   and English Literature, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;would Pn. Lim allow me to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF course, this means that we will have to reregister ourselves next year, I THINK. Hmmm… I wonder how things go for the people who wish to take Accounts or Economics or both but have to drop it when the government set the SPM subjects taken is 10. I mean, according to the school authorities, if one does not take account classes during F4, one can not apply for Account exam during SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see how things play out by themselves, should we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1533484189565791707?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1533484189565791707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1533484189565791707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1533484189565791707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1533484189565791707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-12-sound-better-than-10.html' title='Do 12 sound better than 10?'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2424999380939293037</id><published>2009-12-01T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:16:33.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fates are Cruel</title><content type='html'>Crows perched on my house this morning, trying to warn us the Coming.&lt;br /&gt;The sky shed the tears of sadness on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fates are pitiless. They cut the line of Life of the people who time has come to an end. Fortunately for my grandfather, They are merciful to him. They waited until the sons and daughters, grandchildren of my grandfather to pay their last visit before They take him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, The Fates are cunning. For my grandfather’s last wish can not be fulfill. He can’t go back to the place where my family’s linage begins. He can not go back to place where the house is built with his own sweat and blood. He cannot go back to the place where he set his first step into Malaysia with his wife, my late grandmother. He can not go back to the place where he started the family. He can not go back……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2424999380939293037?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2424999380939293037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2424999380939293037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2424999380939293037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2424999380939293037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/12/fates-are-cruel.html' title='The Fates are Cruel'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4454088425358073398</id><published>2009-11-30T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:17:09.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fates are pitiless...</title><content type='html'>Just a few moment ago i received news that my grandfather had just passed away. In a few hours time I'll be back to Malacca. I'm afraid I can't joined you guys (Mel,Iven,Nicole) when you finished your SPM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4454088425358073398?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4454088425358073398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4454088425358073398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4454088425358073398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4454088425358073398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/fates-are-pitiless.html' title='The Fates are pitiless...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-337319621563671344</id><published>2009-11-29T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:03:37.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>I see ‘seafood’ everywhere.</title><content type='html'>Talking about Plaza Low Yat, BEFORE I entered the building, my God, the people on the street are the type of, what me, Mel and Iven will say as, ‘&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;seafood’&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;another word, lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not that much, because I can see some other styles which still screams ‘&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my face. Not just that, the whole Plaza is ‘crawling’ with this kind of ‘stylish’ promoters and shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I referred it as an unfortunate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my 4th uncle’s sons, my cousins, also followed this fashion that, I don’t know how or why, ‘ruled’ the minds of most teens. I mean, they wear nothing more than flip-flops and, if I’m not wrong, sandals, which is combined by clothing that require PROPER SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you guys, but to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;flip&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;flops&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t what’s happening to the world of fashions these days, I don’t to care and I do pray to the Gods above that none of my brothers are going down this path and so am I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not that I hate the people who wore them, it’s just that I don’t like the way they dresses themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-337319621563671344?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/337319621563671344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=337319621563671344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/337319621563671344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/337319621563671344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-seafood-everywhere.html' title='I see ‘seafood’ everywhere.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6156815745820913652</id><published>2009-11-29T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:03:49.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>A day in the Plaza</title><content type='html'>At last, I’ve finally know what Plaza Low Yat looks like. I’ve heard of this Plaza’s name for numerous times in the mouth of the people who do computers. Whenever they mentioned the name, I was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What? Where’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I went to the place, I can’t say I enjoyed it. Crowded place, many people, mountain people mountain sea, one phrase that describe all, NOT my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you must be wondering, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;why did this guy went there, if he doesn’t like the place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well the answer to the question is, my brother, Standard 6, needed a new phone. So my father brought him there to choose one. I, tagged along to see what kind of place is that and to ask for the prices of some phone accessories I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone there, seen there, hate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone accessories, my father say the price is to expensive. So, you know la…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-6156815745820913652?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6156815745820913652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6156815745820913652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6156815745820913652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6156815745820913652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-in-plaza.html' title='A day in the Plaza'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-176894069968886484</id><published>2009-11-25T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:11:59.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>The word of the day...</title><content type='html'>The word of the day, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;more likely the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sienz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sienz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fattening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; oneself, staring at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;gibberish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and growth of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;plantation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;on body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep that's all for me during the holidays. At least until the Form 5's finish their SPM. Then it'll be 2 weeks of totally wild fun, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Then it'll be all SPM pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Now is just &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;rotting&lt;/span&gt; myself away in my house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-176894069968886484?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/176894069968886484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=176894069968886484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/176894069968886484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/176894069968886484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-of-day.html' title='The word of the day...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-704661424711679993</id><published>2009-11-23T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:18:30.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Gigugala</title><content type='html'>Lol. I don’t even know why I name this post like that. Yea, maybe Iven is right. This holiday did make go loonier than ever. Nothing to do except attending tuition and fattening myself (eat + sleep). I won’t be surprise that I’ll turn into a beach ball when the others see me when they finished their SPM exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no where to go during the hols… My father got transferred to BJ’s hometown, Kuala Kubu Baru a.k.a. KKB. Don’t even want to know where that place is, don’t want care. God, luckily my father didn’t decide to move the whole family there. Or else, I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to me. Bored to death I supposed and yes, I’ve visited the place. Last Saturday in fact. Call me a city boy if you want, but gosh, that place is as interesting as my home’s front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve nothing to do this month until the beginning of December. After the starting the month of December, my timetable will be tighter than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz… Sienz… Wish got something to do…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-704661424711679993?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/704661424711679993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=704661424711679993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/704661424711679993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/704661424711679993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/gigugala.html' title='Gigugala'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2999063338459240368</id><published>2009-11-18T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:18:22.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Bad dream or Clairvoyance</title><content type='html'>Yester-night, I had a very horrible dream or ‘vision’ or… I don’t know! I saw that 1 of the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Drama Members&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Different ways of dying. It’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gruesome! Horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love every &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Drama team members&lt;/span&gt; like a brother or sister… I do not know whether to tell him or not. He might think that I’m losing my losing marbles or something… What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2999063338459240368?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2999063338459240368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2999063338459240368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2999063338459240368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2999063338459240368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-dream-or-clairvoyance.html' title='Bad dream or Clairvoyance'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4585659758553397966</id><published>2009-11-18T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:18:12.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Blogging rules?</title><content type='html'>When you see the title, it doesn’t mean that blogging rocks and stuff. It’s about the rules and regulations of blogging. My guess of your first impressions is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What the fuck is this? Since when blogging have rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well then, that was actually my first expression as well. After I kept on reading the ‘rules’, its more like a guide line than the school’s rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rule No. 1: Keep it simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Easy enough to be broken. As they said, rules are meant to be broken. If there is any &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blogging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Police&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Force,&lt;/span&gt; I’ve already spending my life in jail because I love writing long and complicated sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R2: Always have an angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, almost all my posts are from my point of view a.k.a. first point-of-view. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or is it the third?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, it’s quite hard to type a post from another person’s point of view, unless you understand the person very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;R3: Be neutral/objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; that quite hard to be done. Just take a look in my few previous posts. Ok, the most obvious ones, the Julius Caesar ‘series’. Very non-neutral right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;R4: Do not put yourself in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! Not to put myself in the story? This is quite impossible. Even by typing this post, I’m already breaking Rule #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R5. Use relevant pictures, with proper captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think so. I mean, The Fates are also related to the waxing, waning and the full moon. Proper captions? I don’t think so. I don’t even know what proper captions mean. Maybe I’ll check the dictionary later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R6: Check, double-check and triple-check your facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did. OK, OK, I don’t deny that sometimes I do get my facts wrong. Yet, when I get my facts right, people still believe that I’m just do rubbish talking. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I didn’t take a gun and point at your head and say, ‘if you don’t believe me, I’ll shoot you’, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;R7: Check, double-check and triple-check your spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I allways do tat. I cheque and 2X cheque and 3X cheque me spelling. Butt they didn say any ting abt grammar, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;R8: End with a solid kicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kickers’ are the last couple paragraphs in an article. So end it with this:&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;You can read this article from the Star Two section of yesterday’s (18/11/09) The Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4585659758553397966?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4585659758553397966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4585659758553397966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4585659758553397966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4585659758553397966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-rules.html' title='Blogging rules?'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1739183654540228657</id><published>2009-11-18T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:17:58.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>When The Fates lead me on...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that everything happened for a reason? Everything was fated? Written across the stars, only to be known by the people who understand their language. That was my day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to watch the movie 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘…disaster flick 2012 beat Disney’s A Christmas Carol to top box office…”&lt;br /&gt;- The Star -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don’t feel bad Mel but Jim Carrey can’t beat the forces of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My original plan was to go to JJ and then to LM. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, I heard they are having sale at JJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, Fate had assigned me another course. To LM back to Home and to LM &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and back to Home &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Confused? Here’s the whole story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to LM by public bus. The moment I stepped down from Rapid, the rain just came out of nowhere. It’s raining so heavily, it’s like the gods forgot to turn off their water tap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I thought, maybe the Fates want me to finish my movie before I went to JJ. So after the movie blah, blah, blah, I went out from the Mall. Oh, I forgot something. When I’m killing time in LM waiting for the movie seating, Fates keep on ‘pulling’ my eyes on to an interesting item. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For the records, I went into the shop for three times! The workers inside was staring at me. I bet they are wondering whether I’m there to nick their stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That particular &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;item&lt;/span&gt; is a perfect &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; gift for one of my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;special friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the story. I went out from the Mall and waited at the bus stop. I said to myself. If The Fates assigned me to go to JJ, bus 65 or U411 will come; If The Fates hope that I go home, bus 62 or U46 will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it seems to me that The Fates wishes me to go home. Unfortunately, my guessing is wrong. Of all the time I took the bus, this time the bus didn’t turn into the housing area where I stay. Instead it went on and on until it’s time for the ‘bus exchange’. Well lucky me. I thought. It seems that I’m very lucky all right. When I’m walking back to my house, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;which is situated on a hill, in another housing area from the housing area the bus stops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the SAME bus that drop me, pick me up again. Well then, I thought, it seems to me, I’m fated to buy that item for that special friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this is far-fetch, but after I bought the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;item&lt;/span&gt;, the bus that took me home, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;another bus company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; turns out to be the bus that turned into the housing area where I’m staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy? Coincidence? Far-fetch? Bullshit? Or it’s really The Fates? You decide…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1739183654540228657?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1739183654540228657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1739183654540228657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1739183654540228657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1739183654540228657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever-felt-that-everything.html' title='When The Fates lead me on...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5213569475571564791</id><published>2009-11-16T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:42:18.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>Anyway I keep a countdown timer on when Mel's flying back to Germany. You can find it at the bottom of the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5213569475571564791?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5213569475571564791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5213569475571564791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5213569475571564791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5213569475571564791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2258467033902216760</id><published>2009-11-16T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:17:06.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Missing Them</title><content type='html'>Today the sky shed tears for my behalf. In less than two months, I’ll have to forget the exciting the journey I have with the Form 5’s this year. This year, ever since I joined the Drama Team, I’ve met a lot of lovely and interesting people. First time in my school life, I felt sad for the departure of my friends. I’m sure I’ll go EMO for some time next year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the hall alone...&lt;br /&gt;Going down to recess alone…&lt;br /&gt;No one to go out with after school…&lt;br /&gt;No one to go crazy around with…&lt;br /&gt;No one to share my new found ‘retard-ness’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize today that even the days after their SPM are numbered. Too little. Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not learnt enough from them yet. Never enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve taught me a lot... More than me or they ever realize, about friends, life in secondary school, having fun, teachers, people, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Melissa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I first saw you, I knew there’s something different fro the other girls I ever saw in school. You are somehow more special, unique than any of them. You are a hidden star among the others. A star, which I’m sure, will shine more brightly than any other star that glitters across the heavens. Hope that you will remember me. A retarded guy who has the weirdest mind you ever met. Yes, I cannot deny it, I can’t help to like you a tiny little bit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just a normal friends liking, ok, nothing serious. Don’t worry BJ; I will not take away you Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Iven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;With the same opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When I first saw you in the canteen, when BJ still have a crush on you, my mind WAS set to beware your ‘kind’ of people. I HAD always thought that you are the type person who cares about nothing and love will feed your stomach. Luckily the Drama Team proves me wrong or else I’ll missed meeting with a very charming fellow. You have showed me how far a person would go for love, friend and relationships. You have showed me to never to express one’s feelings. You have showed me the deepest love for a friend a person can give. I think I also have a slight affection towards you. XP. Yet, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, now it’s just a pure love for a friend. The deepest I can ever give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmmm… I haven’t realize your ‘presence’ around the others (Melissa and Iven) until I first went out with you ‘guys’. Now, I’ll surely miss your bitchy-ness. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It’s a compliment. XP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Actually I don’t a lot to write about you since you share bits of the Others. The carefree-ness, humours are the very few things I found on you and the Others. Naturally, like the others, I also have a love in the friendship we have. A very interesting one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The three of you are, of course, not the only one that changed my secondary school life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ace- Your weird sense of humour and taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Adam- My ‘gay’ partner which I’ll miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Catherine- Your latest ‘plush’, your interesting thinking and *ahem* with *ahem*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eric- You is one of the people who taught me something indirectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kaichou- I don’t know your real name but the quarrels we had the best I had. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James- Who I call Gabriel’s ‘mentor’. Only more cracking jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jeremy- Your ‘mature’ and tricky mind with of course your ‘forbidden love’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan- You has also a very charming person to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other which I left out, don’t feel offense. I can’t seriously write every single one of you because it’ll take me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is, once all of you had gone your separate ways, the beautiful things that I ever see will also depart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find my post hard to understand because I did not know how to express it properly. The main thing is, I’ll miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2258467033902216760?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2258467033902216760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2258467033902216760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2258467033902216760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2258467033902216760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-them.html' title='Missing Them'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1148041693287318284</id><published>2009-11-10T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:49:34.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Caesar Ep.7</title><content type='html'>Although it’s titled as Julius Caesar, but it’s consisting about everything they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, don’t start screaming and everything. Although I typed ‘everything they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done’, I don’t mean they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done a lot in these past few months. It’s just about, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ermmm&lt;/span&gt;… how should I say this… maybe it can called as the nature of the actions? Never mind, you’ll get what I mean in the end. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I hope. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, actually there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t a lot, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;as far as I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but a few things which really interest me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is ‘civil war’! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WAR! Hooray! Damn, I’m going crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, you must be wondering what I mean by ‘civil war’ right? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;One for sure is, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; going to bored you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been keeping a close eye on everything happening since the unexpected happened, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; becoming the Head Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing obvious, for me, is They are not happy! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Why am I even so happy?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, the They I mean here is the students and his fellow colleagues. Ever since his ‘crowning’, most of the students quite agree that his Deputy, Fan of Manchester United, seem to be much more of a HP comparing to him. It’s because, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I know it’s quite lame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; seem to be much more invisible comparing to the others. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No offence here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He seem become an ‘extinct animal’ for he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t appear often in the hall during the, what I called, ‘mini assembly’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Deputy SEEMS to be doing all the jobs. But what’s the truth, who knows? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; MIGHT be doing more than we see or vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fellow colleagues have been the most ‘supporting and inspiring’ people I ever SEE. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is what I see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;God, their ‘row-call’, damn ‘motivational’. The best I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever heard. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sarcastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Their team work is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; ‘obvious’. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Some try to make a ‘change’ while some try not getting themselves into the deepest shit. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I now learn from them that you can actually have a meeting with just three members!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s not obvious or my to-far-thinking-misinterpretation, they are fighting among themselves. Well, it’s not like words with words or hands and legs, it’s much more of an influential war. Who has the most influence, wins. Who’s the person, in my opinion, no one more than No. 5 himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be their newly introduced ‘apprenticeship system’. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wow, they are going medieval!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not wrong, each Head of Group will choose a junior to be the Apprentice. The apprentice will directly learning from the Head themselves. Is it launched yet, alas, my knowledge fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is, it MIGHT raise the feeling of prejudice. Yes, yes, the much more opened-minded juniors will congratulate the one got chosen while SOME will just say the Head will choose their favorite juniors OR the ones with a sweet tongue. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yippee, imagine that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The brilliant person who come up, the one and only---------- Julius Caesar! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;… any other stuffs they ‘done’, which I did not mention, most probably I forgot about them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yippee, them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Just one fair warning for any of Them who is reading this, I ALWAYS like to keep an eye on you guys. You guys have the most exciting Drama I ever watched. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe that’s why I like to talk, think and look at you people. Damn! I sound so like a stalker…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1148041693287318284?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1148041693287318284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1148041693287318284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1148041693287318284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1148041693287318284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/julius-caesar-ep7.html' title='Julius Caesar Ep.7'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1618601548418977362</id><published>2009-11-09T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:16:54.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Turning points</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while I type my blog. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lol. Hmmm… most probably that my results sucks so much that I don’t have a heart to type any post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, the most important thing is I’m back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… what should I discuss today? Ah, I know! Let’s talk about the turning point of our lives! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In this post is likely to be my life. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you have met something, someone or an incident which changed your life completely? As far as I remember, I’ve met 2 in fact. Both of them are people instead of an incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see the 1st person, Mr. Siew Hao Yang a.k.a. Mr. Santa Siew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 foot note, as far as I concerned, I consider him as dead and for a good riddance. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No, no, no, stories aren’t supposed to start from the middle. Let’s go back to the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once upon a time …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Even worse, wrong opening…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see I know him since Standard 4 and blah, blah, blah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’ll just cut short the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He thought me what is a leader supposed to be like. He thought me the importance of knowledge. The most important of all is he thought me the influence a ‘powerful’ person can hold. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hehehe… Maybe this is when I start to thirst for ‘power’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But, that’s a 300 years ago story. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It’s just an expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after I totally broke off from any binding, I met another person, to be much more specific, a group of people who changed my, what I say, upper secondary life, Form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly admit myself to be changed by these extraordinary, lovely and excellent people! They are, Melissa, Iven, Nicole, other Drama members and, of course, Pn. Lim. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Most influential are still Melissa, Iven and Nicole. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean God, looking back now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;shish, I sound so old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this year is my most exciting year of my secondary school life so far. I adapt things, thoughts and habits that totally blow off your mind. There’s too much to be talk and elaborate.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Ok, maybe I can elaborate a thing or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 1 thing for sure is, because of them, I changed! For the better or worse I do not know. It’s for you to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, like what typed, one of the many changes is I start to think simple! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, to tell you the truth, previously, meaning before I resigned, my thinking was SOOO old! It’s a 60 years old mind in me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yuck! Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I like to think, what I say before I resigned, ‘far and wide’. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ewww…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Meaning I like to make simple things complicated. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I know the ‘guys’, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;although it's consist of girls and a gay, no offence, =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I adapt their thinking, simple! I start to realize that, most of the times, simple make things prefect! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I even to take the marks of THIS YEAR’S exam, nothing more than just a few numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Like duh, what for you cry and groan and moan over a few marks? It just makes your life more miserable and unhappy. It’s just like making a choice between accepting the marks happily and grudging over a few marks that makes you an unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And this is for the people who like to compare marks BETWEEN classes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I hope at this point, you’ll also think back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you love that class so much, why don’t you kindly, do us a favor, go to Mr. Wong and apply for a class transfer. Don’t stay in the class to destroy the mood. Yes, it can be taken as a motivation, but it also be taken as an insult which causes any peoples self-esteem to be damage. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve met my turning point. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I still have many un-type Exile posts. Maybe I’ll type it when I have nothing to type about… lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1618601548418977362?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1618601548418977362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1618601548418977362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1618601548418977362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1618601548418977362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/turning-points.html' title='Turning points'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6270927789424208544</id><published>2009-11-02T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:16:38.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Exile 2.2</title><content type='html'>So my previous post is about the so called theory&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; ‘your closest friends are your worst enemy’&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you are not too tired or bored to keep up with my posts. I apologize for not warning you about the length of my post. So now I’m telling you that this post won’t be any different than the previous one. Meaning it’ll be equally long &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(for sure),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; boring &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and full of my opinions &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(as always).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today’s topic is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Artists, Actors, Singers, etc. etc., in another word artisans, are Impractical Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize when type out the words above, a few people, whom I’ll not name, already got the urge to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to visit this blog anymore. Some of them are also my friends which I hold closest in heart. But I hope that You Guys (and girls) will not hasty decision yet. Hear what I have to say then make your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s begin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artisans date way back into history where monarchs ‘hired’ these people gifted in, what I’ll say, The Way of Art to entertain them. ‘The Way of Art’ range for many fields, from Archery to Swordplay and Acrobatics to Poetry and the list just go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the female Gifted Ones, who are skilled in singing, dancing or other art, are rewarded with wealth and fame to become the monarch’s wife. The males, who are usually skilled in archery, swordplay or other skills, will be recruited as warriors or knights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one the few famous ones are Salome, a princess in Judea who danced the legendary “dance of the seven veils” which causes the death of John the Baptist &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(you can research it by yourself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Others are the Knights of the Round Table who proved themselves in various quests. Even the famous painter of Mona Lisa, Leonardo Da Vinci, is also considering as an artisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was few hundreds years ago, before the Agricultural and Industrial Revolutions and the other you-know historical stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artisans are regarded as the jobs which can bring entertainment and messages to the world. The best example in this case is Mr. Michel Jackson, who brings the world together with his songs. That’s one of the views as artisans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some, which are more negative, is as a way to earn quick money and fame as long as you know how to act, sing or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this depends on how you people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my point of view, I support both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To bring messages to the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As I said above, Michel Jackson’s song which bring messages are, of course, the Earth Song, Black and White, etc. etc. Movies such as Free Willy, The Day the Earth Stood Still and many more. Unfortunately, by looking in a larger scale, how many artisans’ product brings these messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the Second kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A shortcut to earn quick money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who in this industry do not wish go to Hollywood, to win Oscars or to take a Grammy Award? In another word, who do not wish to be rich and famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can sing and dance and act when you are young, in the prime of your youth. But how many of you are Michel Jackson? To perform since young to the day you die? When you reach a certain age, you’ll be too old, too weak to perform any longer. There’ll always be even younger generations will replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you might be remembered. How long can it last? Let me remind you again, not everyone can be a King or Queen in this industry. One of the examples to this is the Cantonese singer/actor, 张国荣. When he died, everyone is crying and saying those ‘I’ll miss you…’, ‘What a loss…’ and other, what Mel will say, ‘sappy’ words. Now, you just go on the street and ask who the guy is, people will need to ‘dig’ their ‘memory vault’ to recall who he is. Some might even have forgotten him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this is when I become an oxymoron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this industry, the world will be very dull and too serious. No entertainment or, what I’ll say, no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people, who are much more gifted in The Way of Art, will be lay to waste. They’ll waste their talent behind the desk of a receptionist or working as a laborer in the construction yard. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can you even imagine David Archuleta being a postman?! Joking! Joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE’S NO CONCLUSION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own opinion and views. Therefore in my opinion, unless you are very sure that you can make a name and stay that way, I would advise anyone that read this to go for career which are more stable and have a constant income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I did not ask you to let go your dreams. Make your talent a ‘sub-life’, a ‘sub-income’, instead of depending on it to make a living. Dreams are good. It’s good to have dreams. Without dreams, we would be quite clueless where to head for or what to achieve. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-6270927789424208544?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6270927789424208544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6270927789424208544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6270927789424208544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6270927789424208544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/11/exile-22.html' title='Exile 2.2'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5380872034479399050</id><published>2009-10-31T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:16:27.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Exile 2.1</title><content type='html'>17 OCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden, out of thin air, this ‘thing’ came across my mind. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or it’s from the radio. Never mind, it doesn’t matter. &lt;/span&gt;So it came across my mind that &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;‘your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; closest friend is you bitterest foe’&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t even know why it came across my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see why is that shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your closest friend will understand you better than, maybe, even your blood ties. I don’t about Others, but I have the habit of NOT telling my problems to anybody except my friends. I don’t even know why I acted like that. Maybe I don’t to worry them. Maybe I don’t know how to say it out loud. A lot of possibilities…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the ‘theory’. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not mine OK, we have known for a long time only we don’t it’s ‘existence’ until the ‘betrayal’ has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people will not only know your past, if they are observant enough, they will also know your nature, personality, how you think, how you act and how you react to certain things. I know this because I had saw, experience and done these things before. &gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, I must tell you it’s still never too late to close this window. I won’t blame you if you start thinking I’m a psycho or a person who has lost their mind or something. It’s just who I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Since I stopped being a Librarian, I start to ‘see’ things in a different point-of view. Adding up with all the books I’ve read, I seem to have developed a ‘sight’ to see and understand the things they, the people around me, do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime things are not as simple as the action is and sometime complicated actions just have a simple meaning behind. I can’t explain how, but I just know bits of the person from the things they say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when things happened, I’m not as surprised as expected to be. This is because since I’ve nothing to do in class after I resigned from being a Librarian, I observe the people around me and do what the psychiatrist will say as ‘profiling’ them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that just creepy. ) I know, sometimes I also got creep-ed out by my own behavior as well. Lol. But that’s how SOMETIMES I see people. People are not only just humans but also as ‘books’ of different ‘subjects’ for me to ‘study’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who hasn’t experienced betrayal before? Ok, fine. MAYBE just maybe a few, but these as what I called The Lucky Ones are very rare. As rare as seeing an elephant on the highway. It exists but very hard to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, from what my experience can tell me, my most fatal weakness is being loyal. Seriously! I’m not complicating myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my short ‘betrayal’ story is, (I’ll keep the details to myself) I had once trusted a person. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I forgot the name or when or how but I remember experiencing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I trusted him so much that I let my defense down and I pour out my deepest secrets to him. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s before I become a psycho.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, as the mountaineers says: ‘expect the unexpected’. He betrayed me to my Nemesis. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which I also forgot the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After the incident, I was always on my guard never trust the person fully until I’m 300% sure. But on the happy note, once I trusted them, I’ll be as loyal as Japanese soldier to Japan until they severe the ‘bond’ first. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The ‘bonding’ story is another topic which I’ll type another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I found out by my own. Here’s an advice: &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;‘It’s better know yourself better than other people know you’&lt;/span&gt;, because if other people know you better than yourself, you are vulnerable to the people who has plan for you. Always keep one hand to your gun until you can trust them fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Once again) Who hasn’t betrayed Others before? Ok, fine. MAYBE and just maybe and blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hear and now confess that I betray people before. Only and only when They themselves doesn’t deserve to be trusted. The most obvious example is No. 5. (Inner circle language) He is a brilliant person until he demoted himself so low until nothing more than a slave to The 7 Asses. (The 7 Asses part is my own language. =P) Since he is nothing more than that, I feel no regret to betray him to the Others for he no longer deserves my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I sound arrogant and evil this part but that’s what I think about him and my action towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, Readers, you know me more! But as I mentioned above, I won’t divulge everything. So that’s that for the understanding I part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the very main topic: ‘your closest friend is you bitterest foe’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading what I had saw, experienced and done, you can see, if you can, the very root of all these Happenings and this ‘theory’ is Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trust, as Fragile as a Glass and as Hard to Gain as a Ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Bond of Trust between Friends is broken, a new Bond of Foe will appear or all bondage will be severed forever. If the Second happened, Yippee you. But if the First happened, you better start prepare yourself for the worst mental assault you ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, XD, I love this part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value the Jewel you have now.&lt;br /&gt;For a Lost Jewel may be found after a series of hard work and time&lt;br /&gt;For it also be turned as a Weapon against you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5380872034479399050?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5380872034479399050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5380872034479399050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5380872034479399050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5380872034479399050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/exile-21.html' title='Exile 2.1'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8103623837256588818</id><published>2009-10-31T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:16:15.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Exile 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, I can’t remember exactly when my exile starts, so I just assume that 15 October is the first day of my ‘Exam Exile’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;15 OCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Today my fingers are so ‘itchy’! It’s like I’ve just touch a caterpillar. Damn it! Without my blog as outlet, I don’t have anything to do! As least I still have my phone. Lol. So I start sms-ing people for no reason. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top list sms-er are usually Iven (he uses DiGi, so cheaper in price! =P), Melissa (usually it’s all craps and trash talk. Sorry Mel! = X), Ben-Jie (also craps and trash talk. Sorry Ben! =X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I don’t understand why Mother has to plug out the modem. I know, I know it’s for my own good and those stuff. Let’s face the truth. It’s not like I’m using the Internet to play games or fool around. Ok, I confessed, maybe a couple of times, but it’s just rarely! The only person in this whole bloody house who sticks to the in Internet like a life-source is my good for nothing brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh! Don’t even let start talking about him in this post. If it does, it’ll go on and on and on. So lucky you Ben, you’re not an elder brother like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I wonder what happened to everyone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iven’s replies are all one word messages as in ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘ah’, ‘izzit’, etc. etc. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is he EMO-ing again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Melissa’s are all about drinking. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do you think she’s drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ben’s is all about how he is going to fail in the coming exam, etc. etc. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if! When the results come out, I won’t be surprise that he scores 9 out of 10 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone got bored from school. I don’t speak for others but previously I have Drama and Big L classes to look forward to. Now I just go to school and wait for the teachers to finish the syllabus. Yawns~ Let’s hope this boredom will not last forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8103623837256588818?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8103623837256588818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8103623837256588818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8103623837256588818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8103623837256588818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/exile-1.html' title='Exile 1'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1684478609034781258</id><published>2009-10-31T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:16:04.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Titus Returns from Exile</title><content type='html'>I’M BACK!!! After a long time of not blogging due to ‘Exam Exile’, at last I’m back action! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heads is literally bursting with the things I want to type. Other than pure typing, there’s so much editing to do! So let me tell one thing for sure is, in these few days time, this blog will be back in action with a lot of posts. When I say a lot, I do mean A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was exam previously, my sweet, caring, loving parents literally plug out the whole modem. So I can just keep short drafts in my mobile phone. Now I’m back online, I’ll start pouring out the things from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya, you’ll see a lone series of posts which contains things and ideas which cross my mind during the exam period. Now, get a cushion or pillow, make yourself comfortable, make some pop-corn of something and enjoy my posts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be typing from ‘that day point of view’. Meaning instead of typing as 'last week', I’ll type it as 'today'. I won't doing a lot of Font Colouring since my posts will be long and many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1684478609034781258?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1684478609034781258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1684478609034781258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1684478609034781258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1684478609034781258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/titus-returns-from-exile.html' title='Titus Returns from Exile'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2920845578678716005</id><published>2009-10-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:15:41.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>A dinner to remember...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, God, I was like spending more time outdoor than indoor... And... Of darn it, this post will be to long for me to type in an hour. So maybe I'll finish this post later after the exam or something. if you want the details of the Happening, go to either Mellissa's, Nicole's, Ben Jie's, Angeline's or Edbert's blog to read it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2920845578678716005?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2920845578678716005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2920845578678716005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2920845578678716005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2920845578678716005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner-to-remember.html' title='A dinner to remember...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4090999341253013005</id><published>2009-10-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:15:52.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Abstinence?</title><content type='html'>Is abstinence that easy?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; It's a rhetorical question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Sadly it isn't. Unless you have the uncanny ability of self control and determination. Which (once again) sadly, I have a littke of each reequirement only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, now, I once again, sitting in front of this god damn tempting computer, typing my blog. While I'm supposed to stayed at home, digesting those thick, freaking, horrible, toturing, digusting-to-look-at, books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrhhh!!! I can't imagine how am I supposed to take my exam tomorrow while I haven't even start touching the books and notes about the subject I'm going to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man! This is SOOO SHIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4090999341253013005?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4090999341253013005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4090999341253013005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4090999341253013005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4090999341253013005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence?'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8111230092625210628</id><published>2009-10-10T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:15:20.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Numb Prt 1</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8111230092625210628?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8111230092625210628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8111230092625210628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8111230092625210628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8111230092625210628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/numb-prt-1.html' title='Numb Prt 1'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8930664535932176701</id><published>2009-10-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:15:10.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Firefly Prt 2</title><content type='html'>So all of you should have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;listen to the music&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;read the lyrics&lt;/span&gt; of this &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘old song’&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;. This &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; is introduced to me by &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wong Thiam Jun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;is that how to pronounce his name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a F5 &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;prefect&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SMK Seri Mutiara&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thanks dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know this is call an opinion or what, but for somehow, every time I listen to this song, I got a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;weird feeling&lt;/span&gt;, I don’t know how to describe it in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; description will be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;酸溜溜的&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK… I know this is a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;breakup-come-back-to-me song&lt;/span&gt; but somehow it gives me a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hard-to-let-go &lt;/span&gt;kinda feeling. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jeez… did I have a crush on person I haven’t met?! Is that even possible?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Never mind… So when I first listen to the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;, the first thing which came into my mind is the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;departure of the Form 5s this year&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t even know what the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; between these &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;two things&lt;/span&gt; is but that how my mind works. Weird isn’t it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can already imagine myself, every &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; going into the hall, sitting alone with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no one to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;talk to&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;share my crazy thoughts&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;give me crazy thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got ‘&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;enlightened’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yester-night&lt;/span&gt; that not everyone can accept my kind of craziness. OK, some of you might say that is actually my own personality problem, but I can’t do a thing to change it. Like Michael Wong song’s said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teachers agree that last year’s Form 4s are way more active comparing to this year’s. They can come up all kinds of odd but fun ideas. Maybe that’s why I prefer hanging out with the Form 5s than the Form 4s…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my craziness in &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;English Literature&lt;/span&gt;, this is how I interpret the song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;, a type of beetle which emits &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;. In another word, a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bringer of light&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; plays the role of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;companion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;spouse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; verse, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ref&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; had left the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe because they had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quarrel&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt; expresses &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;/her&lt;/span&gt; longing of the return of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; after the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; had left. The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt; hope that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can gain &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; and hope the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; will take &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; verse, the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt; describes the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;similarity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;closeness&lt;/span&gt; between &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; and said that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; plays a minor role in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; life although the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; can’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt; verse, the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt; hopes that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; can come back as soon as possible for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; can’t stand another day without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how I interpret the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;… For the other students who are taking &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Big L&lt;/span&gt;, maybe you should consider interpreting the song and maybe we can compare notes… &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lolx… as if anyone is that hard-working…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8930664535932176701?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8930664535932176701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8930664535932176701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8930664535932176701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8930664535932176701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/firefly-prt-2.html' title='Firefly Prt 2'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3343080381159626101</id><published>2009-10-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:14:59.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Firefly Prt 1</title><content type='html'>When I said go I never meant away&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know the freaky games we play&lt;br /&gt;could you forgive and learn how to forget&lt;br /&gt;hear me as I'm calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;make the night as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;tell me that your lonely too&lt;br /&gt;firefly come lead me on&lt;br /&gt;follow you into the sun&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;we shared a mystery&lt;br /&gt;we were so close like honey to the bee&lt;br /&gt;And if you tell me how to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm minor in a major kinda way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;make the night as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;tell me that your lonely too&lt;br /&gt;firefly come lead me on&lt;br /&gt;follow you into the sun&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;firefly come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly firefly through the sky&lt;br /&gt;come and play with my desire&lt;br /&gt;don't be long don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait another night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3343080381159626101?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3343080381159626101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3343080381159626101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3343080381159626101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3343080381159626101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/firefly-prt-1.html' title='Firefly Prt 1'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5121080254640225398</id><published>2009-10-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:14:49.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Busy Hols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This will just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boooring&lt;/span&gt; post of mine during the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;coming exam week&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Horror!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Good God I'm infected by Gabriel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt; for something &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thrilling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pumping&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt;, I suggest you go to the blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nextdoor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So this is what happen during my first day of holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yawn~ Woke up at 7:30 am... What for? Just to attend an Add Math and Chemistry class in school... Maybe you might think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;! Holidays still need to go to school! I rather stay in my bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, that's not what I think. I study better in school than at home. In the house, I'll just faced for four walls and droll OR going in circles in my room. Crazy, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school, blah-blah-blah. No &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;car crash&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suicidal bomber&lt;/span&gt;, or any &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrorist attacks&lt;/span&gt;. Just a normal &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;. Although a few students and friends of mine got a wave by the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which indicate &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you cannot enter school boundaries without a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full-U (full uniform).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So be warn people...&lt;/span&gt; Some of them went back to change and a few never returned to school. Probably too lazy to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add math and chemistry class went on without any accidents or anything. Like I mentioned, just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boooring&lt;/span&gt; day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Mr. Wong did mention that a few years ago, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a couple&lt;/span&gt; was caught smooching by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;examiner&lt;/span&gt; in a class just across the building where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was held. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I wonder what happen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And...Ohh... the reason the F5s and F4s are given 'holidays' because the previous examiners are complaint that the students which came to school are to noisy and nosy, which means they wander around the classes where the exams are held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school have lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mydin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what's-the-name-of-the-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, sitting inside &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;double Cs&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;C square&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;C.C.&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Cafe&lt;/span&gt; typing my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I wonder what's for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt; and what's gonna happen afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;good luck for the F3s;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Work hard for the F4s;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Study smart for the F5s&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't overcooked the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cabbage&lt;/span&gt;, don't eat &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wax&lt;/span&gt;, keep your &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; clean and you'll live for another &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;. = ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5121080254640225398?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5121080254640225398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5121080254640225398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5121080254640225398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5121080254640225398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-hols.html' title='Busy Hols.'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-153923159825773403</id><published>2009-10-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:14:34.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Interesting Newspaper Headlines</title><content type='html'>Ok... I'll keep things simpple and quick... Due to the exam period and and the boring-ness of school today, I've nothing to blog about until I checked my mail which is like dunno for how many days... So I recieved an interesting mail from my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aunt Penny&lt;/span&gt; who sent me an e-mail about &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Interesting Newspaper Headlines&lt;/span&gt;. Let's see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can make a sense out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash,Expert Says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So it's meant to be crashed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now that's taking things a bit far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What a guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miners Refuse to Work after Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-so's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;See if that works any better than a fair trial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;War Dims Hope for Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can see where it might have that effect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ya think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who would have thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Enfield ( London ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They may be on to something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He probably IS the battery charge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Weren't they fat enough?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's what he gets for eating those beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------- ---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kids Make Nutritious Snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do they taste like chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chainsaw Massacre all over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy, are they tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery;Hundreds Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Did I read that right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-153923159825773403?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/153923159825773403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=153923159825773403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/153923159825773403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/153923159825773403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-newspaper-headlines.html' title='Interesting Newspaper Headlines'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-53533092872347003</id><published>2009-09-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:13:06.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>The Lost Symbol</title><content type='html'>After my previous post, it had been quite some time I’ve blog something. Probably is because school is so dull these days that there is nothing to blog about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, I know I know. The All Hallow’s Eve event was canceled and everything and I'm supposed to post something like mockery or something of that sort. But somehow I just don’t have the heart to type that kind of thing. Let’s forget about this and look into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt; is back from the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sudan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;, thank God. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yester-night&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; took the whole family to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Balakong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This seems to you it’s like something you do everyday or weekend but imagine haven’t go out with your whole family for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one solid year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You have to experience it yourself or you must have extraordinary imaginative mind to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there do some &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;. In the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Popular Bookstore&lt;/span&gt;, something caught my eye. It’s a book called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I believe that you’ve heard of the names of his ‘&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;creations&lt;/span&gt;’ although you might not know the name of the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The book Angels &amp;amp; Demons, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2000 in literature" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000_in_literature"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bestseller" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bestseller"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bestselling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mystery (fiction)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mystery_(fiction)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thriller (genre)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller_(genre)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Novel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; which later was ‘transform’ into the movie Angels &amp;amp; Demons and released during May 15, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The book The Da Vinci Code, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2003 in literature" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003_in_literature"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mystery (fiction)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mystery_(fiction)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Detective fiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective_fiction"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiction"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Novel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; which later was also ‘transform’ into the movie The Da Vinci Code and released during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="May 19" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_19"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;May 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The part which mystifies me is why the movie production company chooses to make the movie The Da Vinci Code 1st although the book is published 3 years later after the book Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok don’t mind that part…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now a bit of the books background…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;“The Lost Symbol, formerly known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Working title" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Working_title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;working title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; The Solomon Key, is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2009 in literature" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009_in_literature"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;2009 novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dan Brown" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Brown"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. It had a first printing of 6.5 million (5 million in North America, 1.5 million in the UK), the largest in its publisher's history. On its first day the book sold one million in hardcover and e-book versions in the U.S., the U.K. and Canada, making it the fastest selling adult novel in history.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I persuaded my father to buy me the book. I really have to because I REALLY CANNOT AFFORD IT MYSELF! It costs RM 80.10 and that’s still because there’s a 20% rebate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unsurprisingly, I finished the book already. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmm… My best record is still 2 days just like the book Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you, everyone is encouraged to read this book! Although it’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A BIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; but if you read it as a book to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;, it’ll blow your mind away. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story rotates around the beliefs of the Freemasons and their way of seeing the world. I can't give direct details of the story, it'll spoil the fun. After reading it, I’m like Oh My God, this book don’t worth RM80. It’s contents, words, lessons worth more than that. I now start to see the world a bit differently. The feeling is indescribable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can, buy the book and read it. It worth more than it costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 606px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/the_lost_symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-53533092872347003?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/53533092872347003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=53533092872347003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/53533092872347003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/53533092872347003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-symbol.html' title='The Lost Symbol'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-7417545977937140209</id><published>2009-09-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:12:51.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>不健康的友谊</title><content type='html'>本是消失了的你，为什么你要在出现。。。&lt;br /&gt;本是把你遗忘了，为什么你必须再次回来。。。&lt;br /&gt;本是放弃了你， 为什么你又要给予我希望。。。&lt;br /&gt;本是痛恨你心情，为什么会消失。。。&lt;br /&gt;本是以冷的感情，为什么你要把它暖化。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知应有什么反应。。。&lt;br /&gt;我应重新接受你还是继续把你遗忘与放弃。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;六年前认识了你&lt;br /&gt;你就如我的亲哥哥一样&lt;br /&gt;照顾我，教导我。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三年后，毕业了，&lt;br /&gt;以前的朋友各分东西，&lt;br /&gt;你也不例外。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了中学不到两年，&lt;br /&gt;你以闯下了你的一片天空，&lt;br /&gt;虽然如此，我们似乎没联络，&lt;br /&gt;我们的感情也慢慢的淡去。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中三，还是似乎没联络，&lt;br /&gt;PMR成绩分发过后，与你谈不到两句便挂了电话，&lt;br /&gt;理由，你很忙。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中四，没联络，&lt;br /&gt;直到新年过后，&lt;br /&gt;才发现你以专校，&lt;br /&gt;以追求你的梦想与志愿，&lt;br /&gt;心情当时就如现在一样矛盾，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高兴，你可梦想成真，身为朋友的当然为你高兴。。。&lt;br /&gt;伤心，你没说一声再见，难道我们的感情不只的一提吗。。。&lt;br /&gt;自卑，你比我好百倍，我觉得我不配当你的朋友。。。&lt;br /&gt;生气，你竟然把我给遗忘了，我到了你走后才知道。。。&lt;br /&gt;羡慕，你还是把我抛在后头，从以前至现在，你永远比我快一步。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨夜，9月11号2009年，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于在Facebook 看到你还是存在的证据，&lt;br /&gt;好多话要与你说，&lt;br /&gt;好多是要与你分享，&lt;br /&gt;你问：&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow you free? Want to kill time…”&lt;br /&gt;我毫不犹豫地答应了你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，9月12号2009年，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12时30分，已到达约好的地点，&lt;br /&gt;而且还早到呢， 因为想再次的见见你的样貌，&lt;br /&gt;钟表显示下午1时，昨夜约好的点钟，&lt;br /&gt;1分钟，5分钟，10分钟，&lt;br /&gt;15 分钟以过去了，&lt;br /&gt;我还是继续傻傻的等待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我等了你好久好久，&lt;br /&gt;才知道你是不会出现的。&lt;br /&gt;拨打你家的电话，&lt;br /&gt;你婆婆说，&lt;br /&gt;你早已与你的父亲出去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么？！&lt;br /&gt;为什么？！&lt;br /&gt;难道我们是注定有缘无份的吗？！&lt;br /&gt;好不容易把你给忘了，&lt;br /&gt;你却再次出现，&lt;br /&gt;给予我一个希望。。。&lt;br /&gt;你却要把这希望在我面前摧毁。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你叫我怎么做，&lt;br /&gt;一个失去多年的好友再次出现，&lt;br /&gt;可是无缘见面。。。&lt;br /&gt;我想哭却哭不出，&lt;br /&gt;好痛苦。。。&lt;br /&gt;我有好多话想和他说却无法表达，&lt;br /&gt;好辛苦。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忘了怎么哭，&lt;br /&gt;我忘了怎么表达我的心情，&lt;br /&gt;我忘了好多。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本以忘掉的记忆，的故事，&lt;br /&gt;全都回来了。。。&lt;br /&gt;我好乱！&lt;br /&gt;我好烦！&lt;br /&gt;我好矛盾！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我应该忘了他，放弃这段友谊？&lt;br /&gt;还是继续这个不知是否有结果的等待？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃，&lt;br /&gt;我害怕永久的痛与恢，&lt;br /&gt;我还不想圆了这段友谊。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待。&lt;br /&gt;我害怕更疼痛与失望，&lt;br /&gt;我可能盼望着一个没结果的关系。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有谁明白我的矛盾吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已等了三年，四年，&lt;br /&gt;我快承不住了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘与弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本是忘了，已放弃了，&lt;br /&gt;现在却忘不了，放不下。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我应选着哪一个呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永久却无回应得思念。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长久却实际的痛苦。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-7417545977937140209?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/7417545977937140209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=7417545977937140209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7417545977937140209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7417545977937140209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='不健康的友谊'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5468759980924295967</id><published>2009-09-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:12:38.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>The Happening</title><content type='html'>At last after disappearing for quite some time, I’m back to type and type and keep on typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow… So many things inside my head… I don’t even know which to type first…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with the reason why I’ve stopped blogging for a while. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As if anyone will be interested&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I stopped blogging for a while, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;just like I said, as if any one is interested… why am I typing this anyway? Oh yes, is to ‘pour’ some of the things in my brain before it get full. Where was I…Ah yes, the reason…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is because I’ve got some, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be specific is 2,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; projects in my bag now. One is the All Hallow’s Eve Celebration while the other one is the Bulan Patriotisme, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;which to me are pretty big projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The All Hallow’s Eve Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’ve made a ‘speech’ few days ago in front 1000++ of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let’s make things clear first. I don’t even what I am talking at the moment. I just say what came into my mind. Thinking now, it’s like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh My God! What a jerk I’ve made myself in front of these pupils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Never mind, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like what They, I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; don’t know who They are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; say: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let the past be the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;What I think about this statement/phrase is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, we cannot let the past be the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We DO need look back after a while or two, to leran from the past but don’t look back to often for it’ll delay our advance.&lt;/span&gt; There are living examples, but due to certain circumstances such as the ISA, I can’t type what I want. So if you readers ain’t that thick, you’ll know what I’m talking.&lt;/span&gt; And, ohh, if you waiting for the punch line, it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok where was I? Ah yes, the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All Hallow’s Eve Celebration&lt;/span&gt; speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t elaborate what I said in the speech because it’s too embarrassing to recall. But basically what I want to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come and join us during that special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For the Form 5s,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be the relaxation with your friends after the pressuring trial SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For the Form 3s,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be your final relaxation before the final exam you’ll face, PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For the Form 4s,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be a celebration worth to come. You can see in the sense that you’ll be part of the Connaught history. Or you can see it in the sense that it’ll be quite fun since you’ll be hanging out with your friends until late night. Like they say, it’s a Saturday Nite Live activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I won’t promote in the sense of promoting. But I do encourage every reader of mine, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;if I have any, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to visit the official &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All Hallow’s Eve Celebration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://smktc-all-hallows-eve.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;‘website’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which actually it’s just a modified blog&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and support this event because time is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Hey! It’s the 21st century! Even Sonny Biz has own a blog,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; which from what I saw is pretty ‘dead’ to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So why can’t the All Hallows’ Eve Celebration have it’s own blog to promote and explain the questions asked?! Of course it’ll be removed, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, after the Celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;PS: The tittle of this blog has nothing to do with this post... I don't even know why I name the post with this name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5468759980924295967?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5468759980924295967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5468759980924295967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5468759980924295967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5468759980924295967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/happening.html' title='The Happening'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2403537090924395869</id><published>2009-09-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:12:16.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>To do or not to do? That is the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;fight and fight and keep on fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;prove that we are stronger than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;make this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; keep to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;‘Manual Book of My Life’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;To fight till &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; ‘die’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; continue &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It looks so far away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; surrender to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It looks so tempting and easy now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; delay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do not seem to be ready to accept it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; words seem to be so true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&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/7534492092796861301-2403537090924395869?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2403537090924395869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2403537090924395869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2403537090924395869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2403537090924395869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-do-or-not-to-do-that-is-question.html' title='To do or not to do? That is the question...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4176688226456085252</id><published>2009-09-06T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:12:04.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrggghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frustration&lt;/strong&gt; filled my head at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why when &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are about to get things finally done, this darn of an &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; appear?&lt;br /&gt;Why after so long of struggling and fighting, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; still have to make such difficult choices?&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; really need to make &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the final and most easy choice&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; proved our &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; proved that we &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; this to happen?&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; proved that we &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; make this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; aiming too &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; doing something which the community is sill &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;not ready to accept&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; just a group of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;day-dreamers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hello~~~&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me? Can anyone guide us? Can anyone help us?&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4176688226456085252?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4176688226456085252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4176688226456085252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4176688226456085252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4176688226456085252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4922286170091955737</id><published>2009-09-02T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:54:48.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Caesar Ep. 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Welcome to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your waiter today/tonight. And your meal will be served in a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, first week back to school and I found out something new about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Caesar&lt;/span&gt; and the&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; ‘change of atmosphere’&lt;/span&gt; in the school. It seems to me that most of the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Form 5s&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Form 2s&lt;/span&gt; have found out about &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt; and want to find this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;, to some of them &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cowardly, testes-less, etc. etc&lt;/span&gt;. person. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; want to, what &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt; will say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, take the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;curry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s for the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very sorry to tell you that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Entrée&lt;/span&gt; will not be served. But not to to worry, we’ll go straight to the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Main&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Course&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to coax the true identity of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt; out of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Caesar&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; refused to open his &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Golden Mouth&lt;/span&gt;. BUT, I did gain something informative from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. I asked for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;confirmation&lt;/strong&gt; whether &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr. Casca&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; is involved in this &lt;strong&gt;scenario&lt;/strong&gt;. And guess what he did. &lt;strong&gt;He nodded his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefects&lt;/span&gt; will also be going after this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I’m not wrong, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; had a very-very-very brief meeting about this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefects&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; react when &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; find out that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Caesar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr. Casca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; are in a league with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt; and supplied some information to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;him/her/they&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, let’s see how things turn out shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dish&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr. Casca&lt;/span&gt; himself is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; playing &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mr. Nice Guy&lt;/span&gt; in saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vile-scouting.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://vile-scouting.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; is a bad blog, etc. etc. As you can kindly read and view in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dicewithlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-bloggers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://dicewithlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-bloggers.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt; will be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog had also alarmed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CERTAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to become known around the school had just come true. I think &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he/she/they&lt;/span&gt; will be laughing in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; sleep although &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he/she/they&lt;/span&gt; currently have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trial SPM&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his/her/their&lt;/span&gt; bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all your &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Meal&lt;/span&gt; for today. Thanks for dining here and please come again… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4922286170091955737?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4922286170091955737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4922286170091955737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4922286170091955737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4922286170091955737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/julius-caesar-ep-6.html' title='Julius Caesar Ep. 6'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-44563566532922002</id><published>2009-09-01T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:11:38.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ahh… first day back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Form 5s&lt;/span&gt;, they will be doing their &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. While for the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Form 3s&lt;/span&gt;, they will be preparing for their &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; or once known as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SRP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there any difference at all?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Form&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4s&lt;/span&gt; are and supposed to be no difference at all. I mean, our &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; is set as the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;same date&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t know about other classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, our class is still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very far away&lt;/span&gt; from finishing the syllables. Dear God, I don’t know what’s going happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know whether the other students got their own &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;first-day-back-surprises&lt;/span&gt;, but our class got &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; own &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;first-day-back-surprise&lt;/span&gt; and had to receive it in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrible way&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;‘surprise’&lt;/span&gt; is given by, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t know about others but in my opinion,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;‘best'&lt;/span&gt; science teacher &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mr. Ebenezer&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mr. Ebe&lt;/span&gt; by our class a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mr. Energizer&lt;/span&gt; by some other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;‘surprise’&lt;/span&gt; started like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’ll skip the boring part and go straight to the juicy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class is almost ending, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; saw 2 girls talking to each other. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;shall not mention names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; claims that they have been talking from the beginning of the class. And recorded their names and the other usual discipline stuff. After that, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; actually ‘asked’ them to leave the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;OK…OK…I know they are wrong and everything but hey, after you wrote their names, case closed la…What for you ‘asked’ them to leave the class?! I don’t even know the teachers have the authority to do that! Puh-lease…I don’t know how things are run at your time or your ‘famous’ Penang Free School. But, hello~, you do realize this is the 21st century! Not your medieval times you know! Teachers now, I THINK, have no rights to send their students out of the class anymore, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; doesn’t end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After the short ‘chaos’, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; then said something like,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Since you are SO ‘smart’, you can study 6.10 &amp;amp; 6.11(that is everything about photosynthesis!) by your own. By the next class, I’ll finish off this chapter……And I can safely bet that by the end of this year, I’ll be giving out subjective questions on this sub-chapter, photosynthesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What the fuck! What kind of teacher and English is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; slammed the table and shouted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; towards a group of girls who are sitting at the hind of the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bio Lab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(we later found out that when he practically yelled at them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Naturally the group of girls ignored &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO NAMES&lt;/span&gt; are addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uncle! You just slammed the table and shouted OI! Whoever in the class can also be the ‘OI’ you’re describing right! Who knows you are shouting at them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; then ‘asked’ them to come out and gave them a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lecture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(nicer way),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scolding (casual way),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yelling (bad way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; yelled, that is still me trying to be polite. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; later practically yelled at one of them to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET LOST&lt;/span&gt;. The girl, not very good in understanding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; English herself, just nodded. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; later &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;threatens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to throw the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Biology book&lt;/span&gt; at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You won’t be teaching us, fine by me! When the percentage of Biology marks drops, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON’T YOU EVEN DARE TO BLAME US! IS YOU WHO REFUSE TO TEACH US! IS YOU WHO ASK US TO READ BY OURSELVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the readers who are curious why am I making such a fuss over such a small thing, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had done this before in the past. Some of you might say let the past stay as the past. But hey, you are not the one living through this and not everyone as forgiving as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even imagine learning from a teacher who ask called people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smartass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and tell you to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to embarrassed yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you give morning greetings to him?! That’s not even scratching the surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of fucking English are you using! You say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can safely bet that by the end of this year, YOU’ll be giving out subjective questions on this sub-chapter, photosynthesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;! When you say you bet, means you are not sure about the results. That’s why you bet! Not because when you know the results already and you bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;heaven’s sake&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;our sake&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;your own dignity’s sake&lt;/span&gt;, improve your &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; English before you come out teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No wonder most of the teachers wanted the policy English in Science and Mathematic to be demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t know what the decision of the class is. But I can tell you readers that, if no immediate actions are taken, we, 4S2’s namesake will be in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’ll make this opinion short,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think he is going through menopause. Lolx. I mean, he went crazy before, and the craziness stopped for a short moment. After that, meaning after the holidays, the craziness come again. Imagine that, 2 menopause! Or should I say 2 menopauseS! A wonder in the Medical History... Lolx…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry for the improper English used because I cannot describe &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; in a proper way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-44563566532922002?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/44563566532922002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=44563566532922002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/44563566532922002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/44563566532922002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3024953950684710755</id><published>2009-08-29T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:09:00.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Kumar for President!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These following video's links are 'promoted' by Melissa before the holidays. It's call Kumar Drag Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfVpwvkgaUw"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kumar Drag Queen Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_gBlfFrLiE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kumar Drag Queen Part 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Swr4eGnY6Xw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kumar Drag Queen Part 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't know about you readers, but these videos are very funny videos all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh yeah for all those some of you might not understand what she/he's saying because some of you might be very st**id. So bear with it yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lolx... I'm even starting to talk like him+her... Wakakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3024953950684710755?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3024953950684710755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3024953950684710755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3024953950684710755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3024953950684710755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/kumar-for-president.html' title='Kumar for President!'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6970467244994461846</id><published>2009-08-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:08:37.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Holiday Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ah hols…Time does fly quickly don’t they. In a blink of an eye, one week is almost up. Let’s review back what I’ve been doing. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing much happened. Just&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; tuition&lt;/span&gt; everyday, got a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Halloween Party&lt;/span&gt; or known as &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All Hallow’s Eve Party&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;primary school reunion party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nothing much to elaborate, except for homework and homework and more homework. I was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shit! What are the works I need to hand in today again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not that the fact the homeworks are hard, I just spend most of my time blogging and sleeping. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All Hallow’s Eve Party Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It’s known as All Hallow’s Eve now because our school authority cannot accept the name Halloween which gives the impression of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hantu-Hantu punya benda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For reader’s information, this was said by Pn. Faridah Abdul Ghani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Although we changed the name, the meaning is still the same. Lolx. So, the point of the meeting is to collect opinions from ‘the members of this party’ because something serious came up. Unfortunately, I don’t have the permission of the Pengerusi to disclose this ‘serious case’. The only thing I can say is, the Halloween Party is still on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Primary School Reunion Party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In short, a reunion party was conducted by an ex- primary school mate. We went there have fun, know each other again and the end. You can read in a detailed form from my previous post &lt;old&gt;&lt;old&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, yeah… Another &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; also occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For the reader’s who don’t keep track on things, Mr. Joseph finally raised the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White Flag&lt;/span&gt; and admitted defeat in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; between him and me. You can read my weird respond in the post &lt;angel,&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today I think. Wish all readers have a good day/evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm… Maybe I’ll figure out some crap to type later. Who knows right….&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/7534492092796861301-6970467244994461846?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6970467244994461846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6970467244994461846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6970467244994461846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6970467244994461846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/holiday-summary.html' title='Holiday Summary'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1351916660457822571</id><published>2009-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:08:23.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Old Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today (happened in the night actually), few hours ago, I’ve just attended a primary school gathering. Although it has been conducted a few times before, I never attended any one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t know why and what drew me to this one. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was conducted by a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;very ex-school mate&lt;/span&gt; of mine. Why I say &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;very ex&lt;/span&gt;? Because &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; (yes, it’s a she, girl, female) actually left &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ia &lt;/span&gt;when she was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;standard 5&lt;/span&gt; to shift or migrate or whatever as long it describe she left Malaysia, to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry to say this but if you are reading &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yuan Yi&lt;/span&gt;, I have NO MEMORY at all who &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are, when I first receive &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; invitation. My memory is kind of blur before the year Standard 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I first receive the SMS from an Anonymous person talking about a gathering, I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What the hell! Who are you and how you get my number?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the name mention in the message, the name of the main character, sounds VERY VERY familiar but I just can’t remember who that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My timetable was originally full today so I told them I’m not coming. Until, some thing came up and I was free to go.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; What came up? That’s not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I SMS them again in 11pm or something like that in the same day, I THINK. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey, I like told everyone who knows me, I’m a night owl not a morning glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Where was I, ah, I SMS them again. So I SMS them again saying I’m available. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean it’ll be very embarrassing just to barge into a reunion party while I told them I wasn’t coming, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they told me is 6-10 pm. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Actually, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; told me that. I can’t believe he talked me into going it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Since &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; got tuition and I’m an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anti-socialising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;meaning I need a companion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I decided to come in just a BIT late with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; say,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; don’t ask me who are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; for I also don’t who said it first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you just can’t everything in the world going your way&lt;/span&gt;. I was already waiting at the bus stop at 6 pm. I waited and waited and waited. For almost an hour then the bus arrived. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Curse the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Being late is one thing but charging me double also! Hello~, I’m not a three year old kid; I know the price of the bus fare from my place to Leisure Mall, where the ‘party’ is held. I was in a hurry so I don’t mind about the cheating part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the bus, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; was like keep on SMS-ing me, asking where I am. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; if you are reading this post, this is what I want to tell you that time: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hell! Stop bugging me, please!&lt;/span&gt; Is not that I don’t want the bus to go faster, but the driver was a ‘safety driver’. He drives at the speed even my grandmother can surpass him! Damn the fella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After I reached Leisure Mall, I was like…… what is it again, 15-20 minutes later than 7 pm. So adding up, we, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;, will be 1 hour and 20 minutes late, without counting the time we used to get to the final venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so we are late. At least we reached there in a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An embarrassing moment happened. The moment we entered the room, sitting near the front door was a group of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly, I know all of them except for &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; whom one of them look damn familiar and another one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stranger to me. To my astonishment, even &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; from my present class was there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, not that she’s not allow, but she wasn’t from class 6C of SJK(C) Taman Connaught, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reaction when I saw the group of girls was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;OK, so among the two of you, the unknown one, who is the one went to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Of course I didn’t say it out loud. So me and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; found ourselves a sit and start to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what Joseph will say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rack the brain and guess who is the real&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ‘main character’&lt;/span&gt; of the party. After a few seconds, the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt; in my brain finally finished creating his &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bulb&lt;/span&gt; and I remembered &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘the girl who looks familiar to me’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is actually &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hou Thin’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(if that is how to spell your name, I followed the name inside our yearbook, OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ex-ex-ex-very ex girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wong Yuan Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(is that how to spell her name?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You can’t believe how the news spread during standard 5. It was like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;. In a blink of an eye, both of them are being teased for the rest of their primary school life for being &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boyfriend and Girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;until &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; left. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You understand what I mean right? Come on, we are standard 5 at that time, the time where I believe most of us are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I remembered &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; face but I don’t remember &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;. Until, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;‘personal party secretary’&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chang Shin Yan,&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I think, if &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shin Yan&lt;/span&gt; didn’t tell &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; will still be guessing my name until the very end of the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So I was re-introduced to her since she forgotten my name also. And some boring stuff happened which I don’t want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I thought me and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; was late. I never thought they are still people later than both of us. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This shows that even nowadays teenagers are also ‘rubbed’ by the ‘late to any function Malaysian culture’. Hey, I and Wayne got reasonable reasons, OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now let’s see, as expected, I know and remembered them. BUT they didn’t remember me. S&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’m OK with that. I mean, I wasn’t the most popular student during primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In the beginning I was like minding my own business until &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt; helped me to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;warm things up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe he is right. Both of us ARE on the same ‘&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;track’&lt;/span&gt;, the only difference is, he is much more socializing, I wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The activities are mostly &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;taking each others photographs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;joking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chilling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;taking a stroll down Memory Lane&lt;/span&gt;. Although the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so-called restaurant&lt;/span&gt; prepared karaoke service, only &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; mother’s &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is making the use of it. But seriously, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; mother’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was really the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘MC’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the party. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried to make us, the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to go crazy and stuff&lt;/span&gt;, but something prevent &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from doing &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe because &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are surrounded by &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;family members and mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; got her ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deadline’&lt;/span&gt; when the clock struck &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt;. One by one the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘old classmates’&lt;/span&gt; reached their ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deadline’&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;headed back home&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were asked to write in a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;notebook&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are supposed to write down the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to say to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;By reading my blog and previous posts, I think you readers all can guess the length of my&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ‘essay’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before leaving, all of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wrote &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; inside. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t know about the others, but mine, I can tell you most of them are crap. I think &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; will tear out the page, and use it as a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;burning material&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; when she headed back to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; this Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Never mind. Fine with me, since all I wrote was crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah another thing. The numbers of people present was 12/49 of the original 6C class. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yikes! Where all the rest went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the place, only very few of them are left. What happened next, I don’t know. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture part. Known as an anti-socializing person, they will not find a lot of photos of me. Just a few. For the people who don’t know, they might even think I threaten the camera person. So if you readers want to know how this &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; looks like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people, I don’t have &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; photo or any photo of the party. And I’m not planning to get those. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why am I even telling you people all this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today or tonight or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Enjoy the last few days of the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And keep in touch with your old friends.&lt;br /&gt;You might be surprise how things might change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1351916660457822571?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1351916660457822571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1351916660457822571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1351916660457822571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1351916660457822571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-memories.html' title='Old Memories...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2227174835537218629</id><published>2009-08-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:08:04.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Angel, Demon and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you are thinking a post or a blog fill with the feeling of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;or the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, this is not the blog or post you wish to see or read. In this post you will see three poeple voicing out what they want to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Although &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Demon&lt;/span&gt; is the one who speaks the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Refuse to leave? Well then, let's begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mr. Joseph (he mentioned my name, so I mentioned his), had kindly spent his quality time to write a post just for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awww...How touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;…...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks for spending your time to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He mentioned in his blog how much a jackass I am (my own language’s translation), unless I’m mistaken, and ask me to read the poem IF, written by Rudyard Kipling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charming but I still can’t see his point of asking me doing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Very well, then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never mind, he got his point, I got mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lolz. Actually I don’t even know why I’m doing this. Since he said he won’t visit my blog any longer (as if I cared before)…Maybe just bored and try to find some excitement during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Let’s see, he had finally cracked by my unstoppable bugging.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That’s SO not fun. I expected him to last longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Poor guy, I was a burden to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And he had also drawn a clear line between him and me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which I’ve already done that like… YEARS AGO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do you think I should do that also…?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nah, it’ll just take the fun of It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe I should, I don’t want any more trouble in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Still want to continue? It's never to late to leave my blog now you know.... Stubborn person aren't you, very well then. Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Let’s do my favourite activity: Analysing the paragraphs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Call me sick if you want to; But hey, it’s part of my crazy and unusual life. Maybe some day I’ll end up in newspaper posted as a crazy serial killer. lolz. See what I mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Back to main point…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was described as the Erik in the Phantom of the Opera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, I never knew I was that hideous. Ah well, like I said before, I’ll suffer the consequences of what I’ve&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;written.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And the reasons I’m writing all my previous posts (according to Mr. Joseph) about the Exxon and everything is because I’m ‘lonely and trying to get attention.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah right, as if. I’m just reporting what I heard and what I think. Is that a crime now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeah part of It, yeah, but most of it is just because of the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then he want the future relationship (if we still have any) to remain neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is slow isn’t him. I’ve also done those YEARS AGO, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sad, he was an OK person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tired of clearing my comments and questioning my sensibility are also the things he wrote.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What?! Like you said is my right to comment anyone I like. So now is my turn to question you back: who are you to stop me, Titus, bender of words and master of Du Vrangr Gata. I told you before, my job is to beat everyone down in my blog. So, sorry to disappoint you (IF you are reading this), I’ll continue to write what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;OK, if you want me stop fine. I’ll TRY. No guarantee given... The condemning part, it’s just 1 of my methods to express what I think. Although is not a sugar, spice and everything nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Leave your (Mr.Joseph) blog alone and yadda-yadda-yadda, you (readers) can read it yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Joseph, you should feel proud that you got such loyal reader although he, means me, ain’t a very nice guy. Your blog helped me a lot in the past and present. How? I’ll never tell. And who said I’m born in a good English speaking family?! I RARELY speak English at home. All the vocabulary and other English stuff, I learn it from books. A LOT of books…Developing my fantasy words?! Who gave you that kind of crazy idea?! I’m just developing my own place/turf in my own blog. Not world, huge diferrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He won’t poke into my affairs and took some precautionary steps to avoid seeing my blog in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what! As if I cared, I wrote my blog is NOT because of you Mr. Nice Guy in Everybody’s Eye! I’ll still keep up with my effort in writing in the future. What’s going to come out from my blog, depends on what happen around me. You find kissing an old lady is worse than raping a baby! Outrageous! Those that mean you won’t kiss your own grandparents in the present or your mother in the future! Your elders must be very disappointed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Very well then, you do what you must. I’ve no rights to stop you. BUT, I will not remove your dear name from my blog. The reason, I CAN’T tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He said something about a sweet forked tongue, deceiving others and other ‘things’. Readers, you (once again) can read it by yourself in his blog. Hoped he hasn’t removed it yet…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a copy-cat. Sweet forked tongue is my word. Find another word yourself. Deceiving people around the school?! Ha! That’s much more of your daily activity in school rather than mine. You’ll count a day in school wasted if you don’t deceive 3 people at least by the end of schooling hour. Lovely classmates! You know nothing about them! Don’t claim something you see, that’s what you have taught me. Rack my brain and think?! Puh-lease, I’ve been doing that for the past 2 years. Don’t tell or instruct me what to do you snake. I will not tell off by someone who just live by a sweet mouth and influence among the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maybe you got your point, but my true friends among the Form 4’s are always the least. So to tell you the truth, if you ARE reading this, I’ve nothing mush to lose. Yes I know I still got another year to go, BUT, I’ve went through it once. I fear not to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally, he asks me to stop visiting his blog, fulfil his request and shame not the name of 4S1 or Titus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is this how you treat your readers! How insulting! I can visit any blog in want and since when you voice out any request. And for reader’s information, I’m not acting on name of 4S2 when I type my post in my blog, including this one. I’m acting on my own accords. BUT, he is acting on the behalf of the Exxon and carrying the name of 4S1 when he is doing his ‘speech’ during the Fashion Competition + Show. Well for shaming the name Titus part, I can’t deny it. For I do shame the name of Emperor Titus. Ah well, for being a stubborn person, I still refused to change my blogging name Titus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Very well then (for the don’t know how many times), I’ll try to view back and analysis the ‘requests’ you’ve made and TRY to fulfill it. I’m sorry if you think I shame the name of 4S2 and Titus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-2227174835537218629?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2227174835537218629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2227174835537218629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2227174835537218629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2227174835537218629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/angel-demon-and-me.html' title='Angel, Demon and Me'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5200542083598158480</id><published>2009-08-25T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:07:42.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>A site I see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A few &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt; readers might have found out this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'interesting'&lt;/span&gt; blog by now. It runs with the URL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vile-scouting.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://vile-scouting.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; written and edited by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a person&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a group of people&lt;/span&gt; who name themselves as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Longman of Contemporary English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;means &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;extremely unpleasant or bad; evil or immoral.&lt;/span&gt; Just like the name itself, vile was the articles. The personality of vile also runs in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; of the author/authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, that’s not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might the find unpleasantness in the articles. But I can tell you, the ‘articles’ written are actually pointless. The articles have nothing to say. More like saying nothing in the articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puh-lease, don’t try to insult the beauty of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might think I’m also doing the same thing, but I can assure you that both of our activities are &lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; different&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I still can’t see where YET. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reasons to believe that &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is not very good in&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; British English&lt;/span&gt; which is the ‘type’ of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; we are currently learning. Based on the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; typed by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt;, I believe &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this person&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;group of people&lt;/span&gt; watch a lot of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; movie because the way &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vile&lt;/span&gt; write, type and spoke inside the articles, is very &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I still don’t have solid proof YET, I already got a few suspects myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who had read and visited the site, you might find that I was link as the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;‘brother link’&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t what a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;‘brother link’&lt;/span&gt; means but I can assure you that I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do with this site at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t even know why he or they put my link there. He or they must have lost his or their mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you might find that most of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt; bloggers who had visited the site discourage people to visit the site. But I find this site quite useful and funny. It proves how an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; a person or a group OF people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can’t believe there is this ‘type’ of people living on planet &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt; is going to the dogs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see things in the seed, that is genius.&lt;br /&gt;-Laozi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who get what the statement above means, you'll know what I'm planning ahead.&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/7534492092796861301-5200542083598158480?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5200542083598158480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5200542083598158480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5200542083598158480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5200542083598158480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/site-i-see.html' title='A site I see'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5290989562261326205</id><published>2009-08-23T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:07:21.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank God…&lt;br /&gt;I was sick previously and thought I got myself infected with H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that, let’s forget all those. Now let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fashion show, sick, unable to comment.&lt;br /&gt;-fire drill, waste of time&lt;br /&gt;-hari ko-kurikulum, boooooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, due to the sickness I can’t do a feedback survey about the fashion show and it’s too late to do it after I went back to school. So, They are in luck this time. Good for Them, bad for me… Ah well, life goes on as they say. So let’s talk about other things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about a post I saw in the URL http://dicewithlife.blogspot.com …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post runs with the name Weird Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are NOT too thick to get it, this post’s ‘function’ is to talk back, rebuke or whatever you want to call it as long as it means fight back, the post Weird Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see, hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was describe as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;maniac who claimed himself as God and even curse people by using vulgar words and teach the people he&lt;/span&gt; hated of how to kill himself in a better way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Wow, not really the description I imagined, but it’ll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He seems to have a problem in reading my posts which contain words which brings discomfort to his and some people’s eyes. Sometimes I really wonder, is the school nowadays very pressuring? Or is the radioactivity in the computers and other technology nowadays very strong?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY SEEM DON’T HAVE A FUCKING PAIR OF EYE AND A DARN BRAIN WHICH IN THE NAME GOD SEEM TO FUNCTIOON PROPERLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR COUNTLESS OF TIMES, I SAID IT AGAIN AND AGAIN, MY BLOG WILL NOT BE TABOOED JUST TO LOOK PLEASANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry for the&lt;/span&gt; ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;just now, let’s go back to the main point. He got a problem with my posts and yadda-yadda-yadda. These are the people whom I will laugh at and call ‘bodoh punya anjing’. I’ve already set up a pop-up to warn any readers about the words which will be appearing in my blog. If you choose to ignore it, then is not my fucking darn problem. But I need to thank him for seeing me as a GOOD boy in school. (cewah…perasan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got a lot advices from the others to write in a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sugar, spice and everything nice way&lt;/span&gt;. But, people who know me will know I’m a stubborn person. It’s like trying to pull a cow down a flight of stairs. (lolz) Ah well, if I got the guts to write it, I’ll have the guts to face the consequences of it. OK, next…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he said, unless my understanding skills had decreases, blogs are to express without hurting people physically. That’s what I did in my blog, isn’t it. Only I did it in a much aggressive and unpleasant way. You got a problem with that man? You want us bloggers to, what is that again, be a man, dude. Have a talk face to face! Naturally, I’m always ready for such a face off. Only, I’m afraid that you don’t have the guts to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Of all those things he wrote in the post, I still like this the most.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I witness how blog is transformed and become a dreadful weapon to hurt or even backstab others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. Oh…puh-lease…did you even study your History well? One of the Nipponese successful reasons in invading Malaysia is using propaganda. Where people are brainwashed to believe they are Good Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 21st century, bonehead, the age where media rules most of peoples mind! Articles, propaganda and news nowadays are used as personal arsenal or weaponry to self-defense and attack others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same situation here, only we are not aiming to cause World War 3. Naturally, the ‘chaos’ and ‘havoc’ caused here, have obviously show, with just a simple few words and lines, the world can turn upside down by it. That’s why a lot strong forces nowadays is still scared of the ‘destructive power’ these 26 alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I keep to 1 policy: No names are mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just HINTED in my posts. The people got problem and making a lot of ‘sound’ are the ones who are guilty, logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming as God is an activity I did not do. I didn’t even know why he put it there. Must’ a have type it wrongly. Teaching the person I hate how to kill them is just a bad joke. A very bad and lame joke. I told in my profile, I got NO sense of humour. And trying to gain attention of Erik the Phantom?! Is this how you show respect to your seniors?! Outrageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusively, terrorists bomb here and there, kill how many people, 100? 200? See what these 26 alphabets can do. With just a word, a sentence, a line or an article, it can cause devastating effect on the tidings of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of wordings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5290989562261326205?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5290989562261326205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5290989562261326205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5290989562261326205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5290989562261326205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-god-i-was-sick-previously-and.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8377591435095270094</id><published>2009-08-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:29:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm going to let my blog 'hibernate' for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be quite busy these few months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8377591435095270094?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8377591435095270094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8377591435095270094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8377591435095270094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8377591435095270094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/notice_4044.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1090215299594916706</id><published>2009-08-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:07:02.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>A message to 'Annoyed'…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear 'Annoyed'&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Firstly, I want to say I’m VERY happy to such ‘loyal’ reader for my blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously you need to go and see a doctor, psychiatrist, or just go to any hospital to seek for medical help. You are SICK! Symptoms which show you ARE sick are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. You have problem in UNDERSTANDING proper English, although you CAN write in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. You have problem READING English, although (once again) you seem to have the tendency to write well in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. You have a serious case of eyesight problem. You seem unable to see the words BELOW the Alphabet Letters PS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If precautionary steps are not taken, you’ll be harm to the society, the people around you and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF you are not SICK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;DON’T MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READING EVERY SINGLE PERSON I LINK TO AND COMMENTED THEIR BLOG,&lt;br /&gt;THAT SHOWS YOU SUFFERED FROM A SERIOUS HEAD INJURY MAN/WOMAN！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IF you DO have such FREE leisure time,&lt;br /&gt;try doing SOMETHING ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a few ‘ideas’ JUST FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1. You can be Famous after you did this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can start by JUMPING OFF KLCC. You enjoy the short moment of breeze and scenery in KL just before you hit the ground! You will also be FAMOUS for doing that since KLCC is one of Malaysia’s landmarks. You’ll be first in the History of Malaysia to do IT! Your name will be FOREVER recorded in the Malaysia’s Guinness Books of Records!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. You will feel closer to the Origin of Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like be closer to Mother Nature, try DROWNING YOURSELF IN YOUR WATERBOTTLE. Everyone who studied will know that our Earth is consisting of 75% of water. Therefore, water can be counted as Mother Nature herself. Drowning in the sea, lake, river or swimming pool is too CLASSICAL &amp;amp; BOOORING. Let’s try something new by thinking of a way to drown yourself in your water-bottle! It’s creative and never been done before! Try it and you’ll see (or NOT) the impact of the news to the WORLD. You’ll be saluted worldwide as the student who is capable to drown in their own water-bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. You will closer to Home-Sweet-Home when you conduct this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you prefer in the slow, painful and classical way of dieing, I suggest SLITING YOUR LEFT WRIST OR YOUR THROAT! You start with a kitchen knife, razor or just a simple Swiss Army Pocket Knife. You will be ‘enjoying’ the slow, painful feelings which signify you as still a human before you die. A VERY-VERY memorable event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU NEED HELP IN THESE ‘JUST-FOR-YOU (Annoyed)-BENEFITIAL-ACTIVITY’, DON’T HESITATE OR FEEL SHY TO ASK FOR HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAME UP WITH A MORE CREATIVE OR EXTREME ‘JUST-FOR-YOU (Annoyed)-BENEFITIAL-ACTIVITY’, ALSO DO NOT FEEL SHY TO VOICE IT OUT LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ME AND MY GANG WILL BE MORE THAN WILLING TO HELP YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;‘Sincerely’&lt;br /&gt;Titus,&lt;br /&gt;Owner/Master of Du Vrangr Gata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1090215299594916706?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1090215299594916706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1090215299594916706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1090215299594916706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1090215299594916706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/message-to-annoyed.html' title='A message to &apos;Annoyed&apos;…'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6536783083121848829</id><published>2009-08-13T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:06:39.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Blood Thirst</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Frozen Steel Sword&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to be my right arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cold Iron Shield&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to be my left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Armor of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; equipped to my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Helmet of Domination&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;With these &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Relics&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can cause &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can create &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Misery&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The enjoyment?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dieing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Finally, after all the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;enjoyment&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt; of seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-6536783083121848829?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6536783083121848829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6536783083121848829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6536783083121848829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6536783083121848829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-thirst.html' title='Blood Thirst'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-9056108725369747205</id><published>2009-08-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:06:16.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Unleash Thyself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SoGQcdXYK7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5kcS1UM4_7E/s1600-h/unleash.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368731049395760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SoGQcdXYK7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5kcS1UM4_7E/s320/unleash.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Models are recruited;&lt;br /&gt;But the walkway is not built...&lt;br /&gt;Performances are arranged;&lt;br /&gt;But the selling tickets are not good enough…&lt;br /&gt;Will this a successful event?&lt;br /&gt;Or it’ll just be a disappointing programme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As every Connaughtian knows, this Saturday night (15/08/09), our school is conducting another Saturday Nite Live activity for us. A fashion competition show conducted by our very own Sonny Biz Enterprise or known as Exxon Mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, curiousity drives me do A BIT of ‘poking’ around. I find the ‘general picture’ of this Saturday’s event a bit …… creative and unique (in nicer words), remarkable and unusual (in casual way), tosh and weird (based on my feelings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reader’s information, ‘translated’ from the poster above and results of my ‘research’, this event involves a fashion show, a fashion competition, performances and the coming of some XXX YB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There some ‘glitches’ beneath the beautiful posters and persuasive advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1. Original numbers of models required is 50 BUT 70+ ‘models are recruited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some ‘interview’, the Exxons explain the incident as an accident and steps are taken to ‘repair’ the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. Performances vary from the ex-students of our school to some performances coming SMK Mutiara. But, is 4 hours enough to finish everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming the Exxons ‘fixed’ their numbers of models problem and there is only 50 models doing the show/competition, each models taking up 5 minutes to walk to and fro on the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic calculation of multiplication and division shows that ONLY the walking of the models already took up 4.167 hours! How are the Exxons going to ‘fixed’ this problem let’s wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. Runways are not built!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another (estimation) 84 hours for them to build an I/T shape runway inside the hall, if they fully used the 24 hours in a day. Is it possible for them to achieve that in such a short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainers of the models haven’t even heard of a runway with that shape before! Will this affect the performance of the models in cat-walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. Tickets are not selling fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from ‘a little birdie’ that the tickets sold are just 100+ while our hall can fit way more than that. The Exxons hope that this is just a symptom of M’sia Culture – last minute buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of money profited so far is still 10000+ (if the ‘birdie’ is not wrong) while our school got a good head start (Carnival Day) comparing to other schools. Does this prove that our school’s Exxon is not good enough? But our school came into 2nd place last year. What does it implicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So many challenges yet so little time…&lt;br /&gt;To keep it up or not is time to choose…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’ll post my opinions on this event later some day.&lt;br /&gt;The information in this post MIGHT change from time to time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So keep an eye out. Both if you can spare them.&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/7534492092796861301-9056108725369747205?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/9056108725369747205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=9056108725369747205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9056108725369747205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/9056108725369747205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/unleash-thyself.html' title='Unleash Thyself'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SoGQcdXYK7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5kcS1UM4_7E/s72-c/unleash.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4915179520362561639</id><published>2009-08-11T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:05:58.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Ceasar Ep 5 + Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The War had ended.&lt;br /&gt;A new rule has begun.&lt;br /&gt;But, winds of battles are gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Rebellions are assembling……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After the memorable event of the Prefect Election Ceremony AND my express of disagreement and unsatisfactory in the Election in my bog during Friday, I was condemned by the looks of His supporter’s during Monday (As if I cared). For I insulted their Hero, their Idol, their Angel in my Bog. An interesting question had been raised by Julius Caesar which once again shows the quality of power-hunger among some of the Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the short and slightly edited conversation between Me (T) and Mr. Caesar (C). Naturally, the dialogue is edited based on my understanding of his sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: I’ve read your bog. It’s interesting. Great observation and analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T: Thanks. I’m speaking from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C: Actually, have any of you think about the after effects of the people who read the post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T: Of course. Either the people will hate me or the people will gain ‘Enlightenment’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C: OK, the fact people will hate you cannot be denied. But don’t think it’ll just affect you. I think it’ll affect everyone in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T: Elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C: OK, what if the people who read your blog gain ‘Enlightenment’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After listening to that sentence, I was like&lt;em&gt; OK~, is that a bad thing?&lt;/em&gt; But of course, I did not voice out there, I voice it out Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. Caesar does not wish people to gain ‘Enlightenment’ about the story behind the scene. I think that OBVIOUSLY shows that SOME of the Prefects wish to hide the Story from public because that will ensure their iron grip on the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What does this show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This shows how a person will change just to taste the sweetness of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This shows how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power&lt;/span&gt; can corrupt a person’s mind.&lt;br /&gt;This shows the things a person will do just to gorge the lust of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shows how a person will do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; just to ensure their dominance among the weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power is a strong and dangerous thing.&lt;br /&gt;It can bring a person to the very peak of the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It can also cast a person down to the deepest, darkest &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4915179520362561639?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4915179520362561639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4915179520362561639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4915179520362561639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4915179520362561639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/julius-ceasar-prt-4-others.html' title='Julius Ceasar Ep 5 + Others'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-2353672961809716420</id><published>2009-08-10T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:05:41.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;From: Titus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again I’ve to repeat to you that it’s not MY FAULT if you do not like my posts. I did not force you to read it. Before you enter my blog, I’ve already set a pop-up which gives you the warning concerning about the ‘types’ of word which will appear in my blog. For the FINAL time I warn you, if you do not like my posts, then stop visiting my blog. I WILL NOT Taboo myself just to make my blog look nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Readers of Du Vrangr Gata&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/7534492092796861301-2353672961809716420?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/2353672961809716420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=2353672961809716420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2353672961809716420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/2353672961809716420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8970348417687488206</id><published>2009-08-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:04:47.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Rage, Fury &amp; Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My current mood now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, fuckin' fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First the Results @ Yacob Latif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; now THIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Unfairness! Injustice! How the fuck can he be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;do such things &amp;amp; he still wants to be the Head Prefect! Edbert might be less popular than U but that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;does not mean that he can be pushed around like a rag doll! U are lucky that I'm not Edbert or I'll fight with u face-to-face (not physically, too bad)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;spit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;on U !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;on U !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; despise U !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I regret shedding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;kindness upon your days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U say u want to make the school a better place. BUT your actions do not prove THAT. U had your chances but u failed! Others who are better than U should have their chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election has shown the true colours of yourself towards the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;This election has shown the injustice system which will be practiced in the future of Connaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Dawn has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Biasness is practiced.&lt;br /&gt;Rights are ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still care for your dignity and honor in my previous posts. BUT now, I see that U are not worth my worry. The Secret that U try to conceal will be reveal in THIS post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that U begged the AJKT's &amp;amp; the teachers to give U edbert's post! I know that U said that u feel useless in the the position of Head of Security. I know that U persuaded, poisoned and pressured the Authorities to give u what u want!I know that U blinded the Chinese Student Community with your sweetened forked tongue. I know U 'brainwashed' the peers who share the same class U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did U know your actions show how PATHETIC U are!&lt;br /&gt;Do U know that your actions have kindled a Flame in the hearts of Edbert's few but passionate supporters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've tasted the bitterness of defeat but I didn't do what like U do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've tasted the bitterness of loneliness so I FEAR NOT the pain of Isolation any longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Prove to me that U are innocent IF U dare!&lt;br /&gt;Prove to me that U are the man U said U are!&lt;br /&gt;Prove to me that U were just in what U did!&lt;br /&gt;Prove to me that I'm wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8970348417687488206?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8970348417687488206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8970348417687488206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8970348417687488206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8970348417687488206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/rage-fury-anger.html' title='Rage, Fury &amp; Anger'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6290088032043074012</id><published>2009-08-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:04:22.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>My voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now my role in THIS post is just a student voicing out what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that each candidate has their own abilities and uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lim Ben-Jie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He excels in the skills of communication and resources. Can stay friendly with the students while get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edbert&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;He never overdone ANYTHING asked by the teachers. He just does what he’s asked for. This is what I will call a typical Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shubashini&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A strict Prefect which is a very good asset in controlling the discipline of the students. She also plays an important role in controlling the Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yap&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chun&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;He’s part Edbert and Ben-Jie himself. He doesn’t overdone things and also quite friendly with the students while get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yung&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Famous in leadership and planning. He’s active in co-curriculum (maybe a bit TOO active) and good in studies as well. This is what I will call an ALMOST perfect student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nur&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shahida&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;She plays an important role in controlling the Malays since IF I’m not mistaken; the Malays are sometime reluctant to listen to the Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now with Ben-Jie as the Head Prefect, I think the school authority has a new definition for Prefects. Since I’ve said that Mr. Lim is excel in communication skills, I think the school authority thinks that Prefects are not supposedly be hated by the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new ‘visi’ in the Principal’s mind, to become a ‘sekolah kluster’, I THINK she thinks that the school is OK with the student’s discipline for our school is famous for the strictness in students discipline. She wishes that the students can be closer or what Edbert will say to have a closer bonding with the students. So in future, Prefects and students can cooperate more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a higher cooperation between the students and the Prefects, our school can reach the ‘visi’ more quickly. Therefore, I think they choose Ben-Jie with a hope that he will help them in their effort to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone who is not too thick to realize, you will find that Lim Ben-Jie, Nur Shahida and Yap Yow Chun are Prefects who are better in communication skills comparing to other prefects. Lim Ben-Jie and Yap Yow Chun are already commented on the top the post about their communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahida is a VERY-VERY important person if the statement above IS the school’s plan. She’s the ‘bridge’ between the Malay student communities with the school authorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say something like that is just simply because that she is capable of speaking fluent Chinese, Malay and English. She is Malay, which make her job easier to be done among the Malay community, and she’s a Prefect which ‘links’ the Malay community with the school authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that this batch of Prefects which emphasis in communication skills will a make HUGE difference in the history of Prefectorial Board and SMKTC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-6290088032043074012?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6290088032043074012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6290088032043074012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6290088032043074012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6290088032043074012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-voice.html' title='My voice'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-7903256497114773877</id><published>2009-08-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:04:01.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Comments and Opinions from the Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’ve done a few ‘interviews’ among the pupil and this is how they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question asked: What do you think about the new batch of Prefects leaded by Ben-Jie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;“I believe that this new batch of Prefects can make a different in the school…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;“I’m quite OK with Ben-Jie on the top. Don’t be always Chin-Yung in everything. Other people might be better than him…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“I voted for Chin-Yung during the election because I believe that he can cope with the work because he has past experience BUT SINCE Ben-Jie is the one, I’ve also no problem with that…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“I voted for Ben-Jie because Chin-Yung held to many post! Or else I’ve voted for him because he’s an ex-Head Prefect once…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;“I’m quite glad that Ben-Jie made it to the top. He’s such a friendly person…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These comments &amp;amp; Opinions are NOT my creation or imagination!&lt;br /&gt;It’s what the pupil said!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the comments DID come back with the name Chin Yung &amp;amp; Ben-Jie in it!&lt;br /&gt;My role in THIS post is just a ‘war journalist/reporter’! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-7903256497114773877?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/7903256497114773877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=7903256497114773877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7903256497114773877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/7903256497114773877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/comments-and-opinions-from-public.html' title='Comments and Opinions from the Public'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5885222593275227067</id><published>2009-08-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:23:52.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Caesar Ep.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things are getting murkier and complicated. Mr. Caesar’s mind is working in a new and deeper way. A way that’s uncommon towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plans no one can know for certain. But, I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; I can get the general picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plan (IF I’m not wrong) is to oppose the new batch of Power face-to-face. Due to certain past event which I can’t reveal, he is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; afraid to do &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; now as long as he reaches his Goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not mistaken (again), he once said that means (from the translation of his words) that under the new batch of Power, the school can’t reach a whole new level. He believes Mr. Casca can do the job better (read Ep. 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Logically, his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is to make a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a.k.a.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally, his ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now to the new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;either he brings us all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(which he, himself will bring havoc to school if that is done)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;unites&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(which I believe is hard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5885222593275227067?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5885222593275227067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5885222593275227067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5885222593275227067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5885222593275227067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/julius-caesar-ep4.html' title='Julius Caesar Ep.4'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4761715076707604308</id><published>2009-08-03T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:03:43.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Our colourful class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We are asked by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pn. Shanthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pn. Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; to win the class deco. competition for the title Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that enthusiastic in winning this competition in the beginning until our class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;teacher;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pn. Chan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;says that winning this competition can increase our chance in winning the &lt;strong&gt;Class of The Year&lt;/strong&gt; competition which our class is only few marks behind 5S2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pn. Shanthi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in other hand, wants us to win the competition because our class is thought by her and she is one of the teachers who are in charge of the &lt;em&gt;Keceriaan Sekolah&lt;/em&gt; sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with the exams in our bag, we decided not to take actions until we finished the exams. It’s also counted as a plan not to put up anything just in case our rivals excel us and our decorations got ‘demolished’, ‘destroyed’ and ‘disintegrated’ by the afternoon sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I expected in the beginning of the year, we, 4S2 are quite unique. We will not pull together until the very breaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;point. Almost like the event of Carnival Day, only this time we planned everything in the beginning but ‘construction’ will only begin in the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we manage to pull it off. Unfortunately, the Judges we expect to appear did not do so. Looking on the bright side, I think we are the only class who do this and the deco.s are still up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a ‘dessert’, our class got a one-sided love case and the ‘main character’ is someone unexpected. Make a vote on who do you think is the person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Photos are taken with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Seow Lai&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4761715076707604308?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4761715076707604308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4761715076707604308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4761715076707604308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4761715076707604308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-colourful-class.html' title='Our colourful class'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5910824286527240588</id><published>2009-08-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:23:18.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Caesar Ep. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Before the revealing of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;’ve asked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Caesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;himself that what he expect from the future leader? Below is a short, minor-ly EDITED dialog between &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Caesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“So, Mr. Caesar, who do you want to be the Head Prefect?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“I prefer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Casca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be the Connaughtians future Head Prefect because in my opinion, not all of them can cope with the work of the Head Prefect as well as him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“OK, let’s say IF someone made it and the person is not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mr. Casca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What will be your future plan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“I’ll still do my work as long as they DO NOT interfere with the things which they give the responsibility to me. If they do, I make sure they’ll suffer for their actions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“I see. Thanks for the comments”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;In another word,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;will obey to &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; except&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mr. Casca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spicy temper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reader’s information (if you do care), there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parts&lt;/strong&gt; of the conversation which are &lt;strong&gt;hidden&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;public’s knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Caesar’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;permission, I cannot reveal those parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5910824286527240588?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5910824286527240588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5910824286527240588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5910824286527240588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5910824286527240588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/julius-caesar-ep-3.html' title='Julius Caesar Ep. 3'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3122446089551703917</id><published>2009-08-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:03:17.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn has arrived…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After a long time of waiting, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;has finally knows who are leading the school to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;prefects&lt;/span&gt; (actually I asked them myself) that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;will have a meeting after school which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;will announce the Result. Of course, curious as new born pup, I started bombarding every single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;prefect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;saw. Some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;did not know because they are not one of the, what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;call the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AJKTs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;who knows refuse to open their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Golden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mouth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;‘Sheesh~ I have ways to know things myself,’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I thought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At last after all the questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;of them said that we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;‘OK~, I think I know who it is…’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No offence but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Edbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you are reading this, you are not the first person that came across my mind. So there is only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So my so-called-calculation came into being…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ben Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefect&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deputies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;are followed by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nur&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shahida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yap&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(a.k.a.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fan by the Form 5s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sadly for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prefect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(during Form 2),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Joseph&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yung&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;he did not get what he craved (I think).&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;man…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But of so many news I receive today, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;happiest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;part is still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yap Yow Chun&lt;/span&gt; had make it to the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deputies&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Just like what &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pn. Chan&lt;/span&gt; said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;let the others have a chance, they also can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Once again,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new batch of Prefects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;who will be leading the school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3122446089551703917?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3122446089551703917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3122446089551703917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3122446089551703917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3122446089551703917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-dawn-has-arrived.html' title='A New Dawn has arrived…'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-388732620509781284</id><published>2009-08-01T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:03:04.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>The Time Draws Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;By next Monday, the name of new Head Prefect will be announced.&lt;br /&gt;By next Monday, the new Head Prefect will gain full authority over the other Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;By next Monday, a new batch of leaders will rise and lead the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they make a change? Or they will keep things as they are now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Elder Days are gone. The Middle Days are passing. The Younger days are beginning…"&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Lord of The Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-388732620509781284?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/388732620509781284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=388732620509781284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/388732620509781284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/388732620509781284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-draws-near.html' title='The Time Draws Near'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-5849444784363350618</id><published>2009-07-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:02:47.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Lament for the Drama Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stopped ticking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stopped pumping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heartbeats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;slowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Breathing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stilled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; in the heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;extinguished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;All the time used………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All the efforts placed……...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All the hope and dreams…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;****************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Blank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Weak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;I wish to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;flowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wish to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wish to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;produced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wish to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wish to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Are we not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;enough? “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;” Pn. Lim , said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Are we not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;? “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;” Pn. Lim , said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Are we not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;emotional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;enough? “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;”, Pn. Lim said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Are we not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;enough? “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;”, Pn. Lim said.&lt;br /&gt;Are we not &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; enough? “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;”, Pn. Lim said&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;But we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;teams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;without knowing the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;schools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Lim just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-5849444784363350618?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/5849444784363350618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=5849444784363350618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5849444784363350618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/5849444784363350618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/lament-for-drama-team.html' title='Lament for the Drama Team'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-574400456814882022</id><published>2009-07-19T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:02:22.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Acculumation of Votes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Last Friday, we, the Connaughtions realize the nature and dreams of our future leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;First to do his pep talk : Lim Ben Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't remeber most of his words (95%) because I ain't paying any attention...&lt;br /&gt;But I remeber something about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mengharumkan nama sekolah &lt;/span&gt;and something of that sort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Yawn*..... Boring ~..... I almost fell asleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Second : Shubashini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;She started with a background talk...&lt;br /&gt;When I say background talk, I do mean background as in how many siblings she has and some other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Then she got stuck in a few lines and ended abruptly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sheesh! Who wants to know your family... We just want to know can you work or not... The speech is still merely OK but with an abrupt ending..... Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Third : Yap Yow Chun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He's speech is actually will be good if he's NOT keep on looking at the script. He is like talking for a few seconds then take out the script to read. At least his ending is OK. Only he added with 'MU winning Malaysia soccer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;team'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WalauA... Who cares whether MU win or not. It's like we are gambling... But I still like the way he communicate with the other students (= P... I'm being an oxymoron again). It's quite friendly and obeying the rules at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fourth : Edbert Chia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The very moment he hold the mic., 95% of the students in the hall 'boo-ed' him. He didn't get disencourage. But carry on with his speech about forming a tighter bond between the students and the prefects. His speech ended, quite surprisingly, with claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, he had really learned to be thick-faced. When the people 'boo-ed' him, he says: &lt;em&gt;Thank you for the support&lt;/em&gt;. While the 'old' him will surely collapsed and never rise up again. I also find his words quite true. There must be a closer bond between the prefects and the students if the school wish to be the same level with VI or SAB or SBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fifth : Joseph Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;His speech is quite aggresive this time. Same tactic like Eric last time. Ended with claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a mother fuckker, who 'promotes' themselves that way to get votes? it was like &lt;em&gt;I hold this post, I hold that post, I am this, I am that...&lt;/em&gt; Sheesh! I won't vote for a person with a speech like that. Although this might show you can work but this also show you are arrogant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Final: Nur Shahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nuetral speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Opinion:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;None because I ain't listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-574400456814882022?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/574400456814882022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=574400456814882022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/574400456814882022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/574400456814882022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/acculumation-of-votes.html' title='Acculumation of Votes'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3230541525204954831</id><published>2009-07-17T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:02:05.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Drama Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Adrenalin was pumping throughout my whole body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All sort of thoughts came in and out of my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate of breathing increased…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me yesterday, the day where weeks of hard work will prove how much we, the Drama Team have learnt. We want to win and we will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock struck 1 a.m., I was still not able to close my eyes. The moment I do that, insane ideas and thoughts will flow into my mind like the tide of the sea. I kept staring at the ceiling until tiredness overcame my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was 4.45 a.m. Surprisingly, I’m not sleepy. I can’t even get a wink because of the tension. After the usual preparations are done, I try to recall my lines… What the fuck, I can’t even remember what am I suppose to say and when to say... ‘Never mind, it’ll come back to me in time.’ I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I do reach school was I bought chocolates. I don’t know about you guys but I found that choc. has a calming effect on me. The bus came and we realized something, we are missing some important make-up and props… Damn! After all these weeks of hard work… No… we will not let that happen… We will not let these obstacles bring us down… A back-up plan came up… The make-up part, the back-up plan was better than the original plan. The props part, we just use what’s available to us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the school by 8.30 a.m. as written in the letter. The teams before us had arrived. Then news came… We were actually School 6, fortunately or unfortunately I no longer care, 2 schools before us pulled out which make School 6 but 4th performance. And the 1st team was already acting when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed up and have our make-up done as fast as possible. Luckily we have a group of excellent make-up artists, hair stylists. So, it doesn’t take us a very long time to touch up everything. LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers info. , our school’s traditional drama rivals are SAB &amp;amp; SBS. Who are damn excellent + elite. Of course, we are not far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn came. I can’t describe the feelings, the tension and the rush of adrenalin that time. I can just tell you, we are almost as good as the ‘S’s (No offence meant). Our teacher was happy with our performance, the 4 observers gave us good comments and the audience was mesmerized by our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SBS performance turned out to be the best of the 7 schools competiting. Seriously, the audience including us can’t take our eyes off their performance.&lt;br /&gt;After the performances, the hard part just began. The judges who were 2 Indians and 1 Malay took off to discuss about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes gone… 30 minutes passed by… 45 minutes is passing by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others were taking photos, chit-chatting, laughing at Gabrielle’s jokes, etc.etc. I was sitting in the front, can’t talk or speak… The tension came to me again… The nightmare repeated in my mind again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, almost one hour of waiting, to judges came back… The hall was silence… All of us, waiting, praying, hoping and crossing our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge gave a short speech and the moment of truth came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The best performer goes to……… Miss X from SBS! ’&lt;br /&gt;‘The best script goes to……………Miss Y from SBS! ’&lt;br /&gt;‘Of all the make-up today, the best make-up goes to Mr. Sung’s wife, Mrs. Sung from School 6! ’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were clapping like crazy because Mrs. Sung was meant to be a bitchy woman and have an inch thick make-up. Mrs. Sung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://followyourstomach.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;) stood up and gave a wave and a bow. The Malay boys of other schools who are behind were like ‘Ya, Allah…’ Too bad, they didn’t prepare a prize for that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In 3rd place……………… SAB! ’&lt;br /&gt;‘In 2nd place……………… SMK……………..Sekolah Menegah…………’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Get over with the suspense!&lt;br /&gt;We were all crossing our fingers and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In 2nd place……………… Sekolah Menegah Taman Connaught! ’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like lunatics, clapping for ourselves and doing our ‘battle-cry’ because we know, all those hard work and time, pay off with a good prize…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st place was won by SBS (as expected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we won the inter-school competition, now we are going to win again in the inter-zone competition because we know that WE CAN DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL WIN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;GLORY FOR THE CONNAUGHTIONS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, bloopers and other stuff, please click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; on the name '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://followyourstomach.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3230541525204954831?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3230541525204954831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3230541525204954831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3230541525204954831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3230541525204954831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/drama-competition.html' title='Drama Competition'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4795204747935663486</id><published>2009-07-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:01:43.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>SMKTC's HM is leaving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't know whether this is a good news or a bad news. Our headmistress, Pn. Radiah is going to leave us in another few more weeks time. She will teaching in another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to our school 2 years ago. She was nominated by the Ministry of Education to be our Headmistress after the departure of Datin Norihan, our ex-headmistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can't say much about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's old (A LOT of wrinkles)&lt;br /&gt;She's experienced(I think)&lt;br /&gt;She's open-minded (in some ways)&lt;br /&gt;She's a typical Malay (Duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't know much about her, so I can't say that her departure will bring massive effect to the school or not... One thing for sure is, let's hope the Ministry of Education not to send another old person to be our principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4795204747935663486?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4795204747935663486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4795204747935663486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4795204747935663486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4795204747935663486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/smktcs-hm-is-leaving.html' title='SMKTC&apos;s HM is leaving...'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1309493742489844522</id><published>2009-07-13T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:21:17.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Julius Ceasar LIVE in SMKTC Ep.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After his/her long holiday, Prefect X a.k.a. Julius Ceasar is back in action. His/her meditation seems to work after all. He/she complain no more or say anything about the 'future generation' list. But, he/she had decided that things cannot let it be... He/she want revenge... As people always say, revenge is sweet. Now he/she want to take revenge to people who had and has betrayed him. Now he/she trust no more people. Now he/she is planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to the people who had and has betrayed him?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to the school's new Prefectorial Board?&lt;br /&gt;Can our 'future leaders' stand against the plot Prefect X is planning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to find out more on &lt;em&gt;Julius Ceasar LIVE in SMKTC &lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Everything written inside here is just from my personal view.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Entertainment usage only.&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: No offences meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1309493742489844522?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1309493742489844522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1309493742489844522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1309493742489844522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1309493742489844522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/julius-ceasar-live-in-smktc-ep2.html' title='Julius Ceasar LIVE in SMKTC Ep.2'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-4887674433896447415</id><published>2009-07-10T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:01:24.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Death of Michael Joseph Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The world stopped spinning for a few moments when the News report about the death of Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson a.k.a. MJ a.k.a. King of Pop is one of the greatest artist ever lived in this world. No matter where you go, when you asked about MJ, everyone can tell you his hitz, his wealth, his charity work and his iconic move-The Moon Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will surely miss this King -the King who united the whole world, the King who had done more charity work than any other pop singer and the King who love nothing more than his children, family members, friends and fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has gone for a grater journey, his songs and memories will lived as long as long human exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed by the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;May you live forever in the Land Eternal Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never alone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-4887674433896447415?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/4887674433896447415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=4887674433896447415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4887674433896447415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/4887674433896447415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-of-michael-joseph-jackson.html' title='Death of Michael Joseph Jackson'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-3697593886637402692</id><published>2009-07-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:01:09.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Choosing of Head Prefect Prt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My previous post had talk about the injustice system which is now being run by the schools in Malaysia, Ben-Jie continued to question my way of solution since I’m such a hard person to be pleased and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I want a Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best example of this system is The Republic of Rome. Rome was once a Republic until Julius Caesar rises as a dictator and started the monarchy system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Republic of Rome is run by a group of Senators, the Republic of SMKTC is run by a group of trusted prefects selected by the teachers (T &amp;amp; C applied). These prefects duty is not only to help the teachers to run the school but also to represent the students. The duty of a prefect to help the teachers will not change. The only difference is that the selected prefects will be representing the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students will make a proposal meeting with them. They will consider the students proposal and make a decision by not more than 3 voting meetings. If the motion is passed, they (Prefects a.k.a. Senators) will bring the proposal to the teachers in charge and let the teachers do the final decision. When then decision is made, the Senators will announce the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore runs a system of Head Boys and Girls. The Head Boys Head Girls will represent any students with a suggestion, an idea or request. While Singapore’s Head Boys and Girls are sometimes students, we will be using Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reasons of using Prefects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They grated with a certain authority which eases them to do this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are easier to be approached by the students since most of the students tend to fear the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are trusted by the highest authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are the highest in ranking among the students community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Terms and conditions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The prefects chosen cannot hold posts in their co-curriculum activities / Prefectorial Board / class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- They’ll be very busy, stress, tend to miss meetings and hand in a lousy job if they don’t pass the first condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- This will present more chances for the other Prefects to learn.&lt;br /&gt;- The efficiency can be maintained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The prefects chosen musts not only from a particular class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Every class must have a representative prefect is possible to ensure the fairness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- If there is no prefect in that particular class, elect one among the students but only have the authority as a member Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The prefects chosen must have no problems in their studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is to ensure that the academic of the prefect is not affected seriously by the meetings of the Republic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every student has the right to propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every proposal must not be violating the school rules in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Each Senator is equal and has the right to speak during meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Senators must have a final decision by the third meeting within 3 weeks. If the voting is still a draw, the proposal will be hand in to the teacher in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Any decision made the teacher is final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-3697593886637402692?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/3697593886637402692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=3697593886637402692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3697593886637402692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/3697593886637402692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/choosing-of-head-prefect-prt-2.html' title='Choosing of Head Prefect Prt 2'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-1569051968566237839</id><published>2009-07-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:00:46.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>Choosing of Head Prefect Prt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was Monday when Ben-Jie ask for my opinion about the candidates of new Head Prefect. He ask who will I vote. I told him No-One. Why, he asked. (The culture of voting started last year for everyone's information.) I told him is useless for the practice of dictatorship will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Longman Dictionary, &lt;strong&gt;dictatorship&lt;/strong&gt; mean &lt;em&gt;a single ruler or group with complete power.&lt;/em&gt; What I view from a student's point of view is that prefects of SMKTC has a full support from the school authorities, PIBG and especially the Head of Discipline [Mr. John Toh (with all due respect)]. In a another way, they are given a lot power, a lot of power indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some, OK fine they are doing a very good job. When a student commit something which abuse the school rules, they arrest them. I got nothing to say... BUT some among these Prefects misuse their privileges, this Trust. These Misusers, sometime got carried away by their own duty and responsibilities. For example, one of the many 'sport checks' done in our school, X is caught. He's in the back classes and some of the Prefects just LOVE to catch back classers. So he was caught. Although he's in the back classes, he kept a quite a good record for his tidiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that day he was caught by Prefect Z. He was caught for wearing fashion pants - low hips (not). Seriously, the way he wear his pants is exactly the same how all the boys in our school wear their pants. So, he was bought to the Head of Discipline. X try to explain but Mr. John just said: " I believe in my prefects. When they say you are wrong, means you What the Fuck! What kind of world this is. Can't the prefects make mistakes?! So, X's name was recorded and Z was nominated as the most hated prefect of all time. *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This shows how the Head of Discipline fully trust the Prefects.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Annual Dinner is the common thing being heard around the school if you are in a society, club or any co-curriculum activity. But of so many clubs and society, why only the Prefects got a bit of financial help from the PIBG? When the non-prefect group apply for PIBG financial help in their Annual Dinner, the request will be rejected or no reply. The reason of rejection is the there is no more fund in the PIBG. What a coincidence! When the prefects apply, there's always cash around. The other reason is the Prefects helped and is helping the school a lot. What kind of reason is this? Other clubs or society also help the school by raising the school's name when they went for competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This shows how the PIBG trusted the Prefects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prefects sometimes has meeting during study time. When the teacher (most of it) hear is a Prefect, they are allowed to went out. But the this does not apply for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This shows how the school authorities trusted the prefects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The prefects are suppose to 'govern' the school with justice. They are also given full authority to hand out punishment based on the crime done. In other word, 'dictatorship', since no others but them can do that.The Misusers, will misuse this Trust, Privilege and Power to gain advantage for oneself (most of the times). Therefore, I won't vote since this injustice will not change. As written in the book 'Brisingr' by Christopher Paolini, who watch the Watchers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;* To all prefects who ignore my previous post, the short story serves as a warning about the power of Student News Channel. Never underestimate us (students). This when usually the Cantonese will say: "A drop of saliva from all of us can and will drown you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-1569051968566237839?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/1569051968566237839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=1569051968566237839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1569051968566237839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/1569051968566237839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/chosing-of-head-prefect-prt-1.html' title='Choosing of Head Prefect Prt 1'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-6785801567701866814</id><published>2009-07-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:20:45.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Me'/><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen in a very short period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New choosing of Head Prefect (Joseph Lee Chin Yung, Lim Ben Jie, Edbert Chia, Nur Shahida, Yap Yow Chun &amp;amp; Shubashini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Death of Micheal Joseph Jackson (Sad... The World loss another great one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mathematic and Science change back to BM(motherfucker... suck a lot laa the 'big plan' to increase the standard of our education... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drama Competition (16/07/2009 @ Yakob Latif)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-6785801567701866814?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/6785801567701866814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=6785801567701866814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6785801567701866814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/6785801567701866814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534492092796861301.post-8505242103086602780</id><published>2009-07-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:00:29.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loony Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary School'/><title type='text'>(\*/) Prt 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Long I've pondered for an answer... An answer it did came... Although I do know my ability to debate comparing to your 'experience' and 'knowledge' of debate is way behind. BUT that does not prove that I will submit that easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'll answer your question one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What u know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What I know is my business and my business only... 河水不犯井水 is the way we've been communicating after all these times... Try not force me... If you do realise after all these years of knowing me (not necessary to be closed friends), 'pulling strings' is one one of my profession. Therefore, information comes from the sources at the end of these strings of mine. Of course, these things comes with a price. But there is still nothing I can't afford so far. (If you're thinking about money, cast away your idea for the bargain is nothing about money)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is staying overnight enough to proof you know him better? If it is, then Wayne Loo must have know you quite well for I know he had stay overnight with you... A pair of eyes and a true heart is the requirement you say to 'judge' a person say you (if I get your meaning right, correct me if I'm wrong)... Now how sure are you that I only judge a person by hearing instead of sight and heart... How sure are you that you are not influence by the 'gossips' flying around the school?... For I believe that one has one's own opinion and I HERE, just voice out what I think... Don't tell me how to behave in my own turf... Don't even try... For my wrath is something you do not wish encounter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An investigation that must be unknown...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do you have the problem with that boy? Do I have to tell you what kind shirt I'm wearing now? Or do I have to tell you when do I went to the toilet? I (once again) tell you that I've my own resources, sources which I can 300% rely on... Posting like an ASS is not my job at the moment and will no be my job ever. So don't you worry, that throne is still available... Fool I might be from your eye, but foolishness can still mended...Casca you are from my sight and Casca's quality is something interesting to study if you get what I mean... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave effect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As you said, Connaughtians are not all stupid idiotic to believe people easily. But, you 'claim' he is 'detested' by his own 'kin' until he has to 'migrate'... Pah! That's the news which has been 'flying' all around the school and you still claim you stand by his side... You are also the one who say in paragraph 1 last 2 lines that &lt;em&gt;Judge by ur eyes and of course with true heart. Not only just a pair of ears. &lt;/em&gt;Your actions now is showing that you are also judging him by your own ears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also wrote in paragraph 3 line 9-10 that &lt;em&gt;We trusted him so much until we selected him. Coz we all judge book by cover! &lt;/em&gt;So what's your point actually? You want to prove me wrong by commenting I judge someone by hearing and sight... While you, yourself is judging someone by the cover... Not a very wise choice when you trying to prove someone wrong... No wonder our Debate Team lose at the first stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chern wei’s dad is OBAMA BARACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Although I dream my dad is the President of USA, but I don't think I will claim something that farfetched... Thanks for looking up to my dad anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point... Of course no one will believe you assuming you're spreading that kind of news (Yuck!)... The reason there are no believers is because everybody already knows that Mr. Barack (With All Due Respect) is NOT my father, which they ALREADY know that's the truth... If you claim it before Mr. Barack (With All Due Respect) became the President of USA, MAYBE, I repeat, MAYBE someone will have a SLIGHT, TINY, MINUSCULE feeling to believe... Since NOBODY knows him yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it I the stupid + innocent boy who believe that the current President of USA is my father(not) or is it you who like the others, believe what you see + hear + your own assumption to make your own conclusion about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The word a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Too bad boy, your reference of dictionary have already given my some doubt about your learning in Debate Team. Since the Examination Board in Malaysia agrees to refer to Longman Dictionary when it comes to English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt at all, the general meaning will still be same... For example, when it comes to punishment, will Mr. John (With All Due Respect) cane someone because they talk in the Dewan? (Things might have change, this, I admit that I do not know YET)No. Will the Judge (With All Due Respect) give a death penalty just because you've stolen a pencil? No. Therefore, it meant nothing when you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;calculate every small single mistake he had done... You will just known as an every inch calculative person.That's all nothing serious... Of course you shouldn't (not can't, correction) complaint. Since you've chosen him, meaning you're ready to take the consequences of his actions and things. Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; actions only shows that you are a very hard to satisfy person.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;星星之火可以燎原&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My weakness in Chinese got a certain level for your knowledge... Proverbs so far is still within my understanding... So, sorry to disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; you for not asking you for the meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who says I hated him because of the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;words in his blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did I say you hated him? No I did not... You assume I say that you hated him for his words... Check back my post if you like... I say nothing of that sort... You confess yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;words of motivation and explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you wrote those words, I don't know, only you and the person up there knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;He’d done nothing wrong in blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did I say is a crime in blogging? Did I even say say that you are wrong in condemning or commenting or write watever you think about him is wrong? Or I say that he, writing watever he likes is wrong? No... I did none of that.... So, you not only not answering my question (if i did ask one), it also shows that you nothing more than an ignorant fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tut..tut...tut... Your knowledge in Ancient China's History is nothing comparing to mine... I've been studying it for a very long period of time... Murdering is not always death penalty for your information. Treason, treachery and 'selling one's country' as the Cantonese will say are the crimes which mostly is given a death penalty. Death penalty mostly is sentenced when the victim of the murder is from a royal family, ministers, etc.etc. (citizens death are rarely is sentenced death penalty)... While only the murderer's family members is executed... That only happen if and only if The Guilty's wrong doing is very god damn serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, you still don't know me. I'm a very old-fashion person for you information (again). I respect in the old ways where the rules are created by our Elders for certain reason. Although during that period of time, knowledge is scarce. But that those not stop the people of the 21st century to view back and reused what's written... I don't think you do realise that even the people in the West respect and honour the teachings of Confucius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not even answering the topic on "one's deed is a class's fame, while one's crime is a class's shame"... You are just talking about I'm easily influenced by idioms and one's word... Not a very good stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are you to blame the 39 ? Ask yourself or the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm play the role as a concern friend+wounded person from the heart+free citizen gives me the right to blame anyone I please as long as it did not surpass the limit(which I think I already did... =P) and that is according to the Law of our nation... Therefore for this and only this, I apologise for what I've written...But I still unlike you people 'threw' someone into Hell just because what the person wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suggestion : Be a modern one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Modern is one thing while forgetting where you're from is another thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls do not bring sensitive issue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You have every right to stop commenting or seeing my blog. But that doesn't mean that I have Taboo myself just to make my blog look nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My turf, My rules....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, sorry to dissapoint you (again) but joining the Debate Team is the last thing I'll do in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't talk about Malaysia's politic in my 'place'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7534492092796861301-8505242103086602780?l=follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/feeds/8505242103086602780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7534492092796861301&amp;postID=8505242103086602780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8505242103086602780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7534492092796861301/posts/default/8505242103086602780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://follow-ur-fates.blogspot.com/2009/07/prt-3.html' title='(\*/) Prt 3'/><author><name>Titus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557041101800351992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hVioT39okAc/SztdkmSMrII/AAAAAAAAAJs/1cokYSmYNPY/S220/spider+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
