<?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-4632102901055311940</id><updated>2011-10-11T03:29:06.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>A condition or place of great disorder</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7147936127402740730</id><published>2011-01-12T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:38:47.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman returns (H) Part 1</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, just felt like blogging, guess this blog isn't dead afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Still a good way to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Liang were having quite a heated conversation (arguement) about prom.&lt;br /&gt;He's handling lighting. So he says he's gonna get a light shop to sponsor us.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying, wouldn't having ads sorta ruin the overall feel?&lt;br /&gt;Won't get into the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALLY/ GOOD GUY; practical, thrifty:&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was a good idea if it was possible for him to get a sponsor. Practical and cheap, right? No one looks at the ads anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALISTICALLY/ BAD GUY; image conscious:&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 300+ people who are gonna attend, wouldn't some feel a bit uncomfortable/irritated about having ads AT THEIR PROM NIGHT. Why? Maybe after the prom some guy from SMK Damansara Kaya gonna say, "Eyerrr, you all got ads at your prom, why so cheapskate one", then they malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the conversation, i was SUPPORTING the bad guy, but I AGREED with the good guy. This means I was looking at things from both sides. To be able to do this, one has to be impartial, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite all the long-winded bullshit I just said, the main question I have on my mind is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRULY&lt;/span&gt; be impartial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all we need to know what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impartiality"&gt;impartial&lt;/a&gt; means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;K, so, is it possible to feel impartial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out, we should play the IF game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF, I were a light shop owner, would a still feel the way I did in the prom conversation?&lt;br /&gt;2. IF, Liang was an image-conscious guy, would he still feel the way he did in the conversaion?&lt;br /&gt;3. IF, ALL/MOST proms had ads at their proms, would having ads at out prom be a problem?&lt;br /&gt;(Volume of gas at room temperature = 24dm^3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question one and two have similar answers.&lt;br /&gt;So, a light shop owner and image conscious dude are the extreme ends of the scale of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/TS3cBHi7wWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5N17Uby0oM/s1600/Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/TS3cBHi7wWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5N17Uby0oM/s400/Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561343026635981154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the further we go to the red area, it more likely the person won't want ads in his prom&lt;br /&gt;But if we go to the green area, that person is more likely to go for ads.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Cause a light shop owner, truly knows the importance of good lighting for these kinda events&lt;br /&gt;And an image conscious person will be, image conscious :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, lazy d, will continue some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7147936127402740730?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7147936127402740730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7147936127402740730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7147936127402740730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7147936127402740730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/superman-returns-h-part-1.html' title='Superman returns (H) Part 1'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/TS3cBHi7wWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5N17Uby0oM/s72-c/Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3024001934511610199</id><published>2009-09-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:08:58.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack</title><content type='html'>15 more days wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom is always right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she says,&lt;br /&gt;That's what she thinks,&lt;br /&gt;That's what she expects be to believe and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, just tahan another 2-3 years lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my dog is damn scared today, he was squealing like mad just now, this made my mom angry at me when I approached her =P&lt;br /&gt;After a while it was damn frustrating, my mom was gonna blow edi, and I started to pity my Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/Srjx_lXdkXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MDrb4LHpBng/s1600-h/P1000129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/Srjx_lXdkXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MDrb4LHpBng/s320/P1000129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384319429185999218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SrjzKMbfFQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tBiYSS0JHv0/s1600-h/P1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SrjzKMbfFQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tBiYSS0JHv0/s320/P1000130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384320710982178050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him to my room, I got him a 42x42 inch house, (The cardboard was used to wrap the TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3024001934511610199?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1525694390640695945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1525694390640695945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/19-more.html' title='19 More.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5594176293188610286</id><published>2009-07-25T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:01:46.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub.</title><content type='html'>Today, I went for a dinner to celebrate my moms friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My mom, 3 of her friends, my sister and I went,&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there till about eleven,&lt;br /&gt;When we were about the leave, one of my moms friends said that there was a pub near by, and that there were people dancing to salsa music.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the word PUB.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom's gang decided to enter the pub.&lt;br /&gt;WITH BOTH HER CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;Being my first time to the pub, I looked around, the atmosphere was jolly, everyone seemed to be having a good time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching people salsa and line dance is rather amusing, because somehow its like they all know what to do, THEY WERE ALL DOING THE SAME DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, i started to feel bored, I couldn't dance, drink and....well yeah, I couldn't do pub-ish things.&lt;br /&gt;So I approached my sister, and i asked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I want something to do, give me a bet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some bad ideas like, throwing marbles to the dance floor and unscrewing lightbulbs&lt;br /&gt;The final bet was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 bucks for every random person's shoulder I tap, if they find out its me, no money =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started off slow, was kinda shy at first, then I did my first tap,&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda shakey, but it passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SmtRPb8adwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gJrawom1R1A/s1600-h/shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SmtRPb8adwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gJrawom1R1A/s320/shoulder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362469106955745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon after I did my 2nd, 3rd and 4th one just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some twists too like,&lt;br /&gt;African American's shoulder  - 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;DJ's shoulder                            - 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Random tai kor looking guy (who I later found out was the owner of the bar) - 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we looked around, we realized, there were many bald men in the pub, so then another twist came into play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping bald guy's head - 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was up 20 bucks already, but I wanted to go for a big one, I wasn't sure if i wanted to do the DJ's one or the bald guy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ was standing on a podium, i would have needed to jump to tap his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;But its a bald guys HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were certain specifications, like the area of touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SmtVDjeKn8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ODRv_OGILpg/s1600-h/daug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SmtVDjeKn8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ODRv_OGILpg/s320/daug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362473300864442306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diagram 6.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on diagram 6.2, we know that the tip is the ideal area to tap, tapping the forehead would just be stupid, and the back of the head would be sorta cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a few chances, but I was kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were leave I took my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TAP AND RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapped and exited the pub, followed my my sister and my moms friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom told me she apologized to the guy cause she saw me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 4 shoulders and a bald guy,&lt;br /&gt;40 bucks =D.&lt;br /&gt;My first pub experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5594176293188610286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5594176293188610286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/pub.html' title='Pub.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SmtRPb8adwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gJrawom1R1A/s72-c/shoulder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-820126846811679065</id><published>2009-06-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:19:19.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>2 Golds, Long Jump, 4x400, Silver, 4x100, Bronze, 200m.&lt;br /&gt;Butt Pain, Yes,&lt;br /&gt;Feet Injuries, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Maju Shirt, Green Pants.&lt;br /&gt;Maju Shirt, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Blue Tights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot? Yes, Rain? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ersyad Godlike? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied? 70%?&lt;br /&gt;Fun? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Taeyeon? PLENTY.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers? Even more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-820126846811679065?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/820126846811679065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=820126846811679065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/820126846811679065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/820126846811679065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2431028582026543425</id><published>2009-06-04T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:15:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy, A Bike, A mazingly Fun.</title><content type='html'>After a long day. Coming back from my little trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some  volleyball?&lt;br /&gt;Drinks with friends?&lt;br /&gt;Jamming with an old schoolmate and a  guy from tuition?&lt;br /&gt;Accepted an invitation to 1u at 12.30 when it starts at  2.00?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more? How many people can say they did that, equipped  with only a bicycle, shoes, sandal, 35 bucks, a change of clothes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCf2HqvI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFqMCJXN5lY/s1600-h/Bike+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCf2HqvI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFqMCJXN5lY/s320/Bike+map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489114946120434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bike route!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a  long day. 22.29 kilometer long to be a bit more detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I did  that with a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So played volleyball with Eric, Sarah, Aaron and  Yukane&lt;br /&gt;Spike, Set, Drill, Serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when to Flying Monk with  Renchii and Wei Xian&lt;br /&gt;I played bass =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Weng wai’s house,  bathed there. Weng wai turned on the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Someone saw me half naked  o.o&lt;br /&gt;Weng Wai’s history is LOL-able&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Astrid, all the comments on your  photos that Weng made was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch a movie, Terminator. John  Connor. Pretty asian looking girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home from 1u,  mom called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Find your own dinner, I’ll pay you back”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  obviously you cycle back to 1u. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DID IT ANYWAY.  SO YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cycled back, did some drive by photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCge2A7I/AAAAAAAAANc/y102NTD-vFU/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCge2A7I/AAAAAAAAANc/y102NTD-vFU/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489115116929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjC3RllbI/AAAAAAAAANk/QcVwR_bTIoU/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjC3RllbI/AAAAAAAAANk/QcVwR_bTIoU/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489121235342770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCmQerMI/AAAAAAAAANU/YjtLtTHtKqs/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCmQerMI/AAAAAAAAANU/YjtLtTHtKqs/s320/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489116667292866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I look like a tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjC7jVyjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LX4lzgaSCaU/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjC7jVyjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LX4lzgaSCaU/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343489122383546930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sponsored by, Lerun. ( If you're a Lee, RUN) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2431028582026543425?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2431028582026543425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2431028582026543425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2431028582026543425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2431028582026543425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-bike-mazingly-fun.html' title='A Boy, A Bike, A mazingly Fun.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SifjCf2HqvI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFqMCJXN5lY/s72-c/Bike+map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-540334812856145819</id><published>2009-06-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:52:03.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/2/350/P11809300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/2/350/P11809300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 12o ringgit friend,&lt;br /&gt;He's here to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, there's been a lot going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;But still, no posts about it&lt;br /&gt;And even fewer pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go shave a poodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-540334812856145819?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/540334812856145819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=540334812856145819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/540334812856145819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/540334812856145819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/helloo.html' title='Helloo'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7677637504200272049</id><published>2009-05-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:42:02.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote " I wanna hear you laugh now "</title><content type='html'>Its not the first time,&lt;br /&gt;But when you said that line to me, I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would let go of it. But you kept using it against me. EVERYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you don't find it funny, doesn't mean everyone else does too.&lt;br /&gt;You have too much power, no one stops you, you can't be reasoned with.&lt;br /&gt;To the extent, that my opinion. Is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom. You're the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7677637504200272049?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7677637504200272049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7677637504200272049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7677637504200272049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7677637504200272049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-i-wanna-hear-you-laugh-now.html' title='Quote &quot; I wanna hear you laugh now &quot;'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4793410841708064058</id><published>2009-05-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:43:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what do I do?</title><content type='html'>(1)So i've got exams in 6 days, studying for it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)Doubt I can finish everything PROPERLY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)And even more doubts if my results will count instead of just getting a TH on my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I have that problem?&lt;br /&gt;Because, I may not be able to take the exams the same time everyone else takes it.&lt;br /&gt;Still baffled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)Going for a music exam the same day and time as my school exams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)Which I don't have full confidence in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)And im not even sure if I have transport to the exam on a working day&lt;br /&gt;Plus, to even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a chance&lt;/span&gt; solve problem number (3), I need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Transport back to school, before 1.05 p.m so that I can sit for my school exams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its hard to study, especially when,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Mom is in a bad mood, she goes on tantrums, doesn't make things much easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do, there's,&lt;br /&gt;(9)house work to be done, and somebody has to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty obvious, the cause, the thing that links these problems, the solution for these problems, is the same.&lt;br /&gt;(10)Its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've got my problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Start studying (X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Finish studying (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Ask the school if I can take the exams later on the same day before morning session ends (X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Get approval of doing the exam later (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Start practicing, studying, preparing for the music exam, (X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Give daddy a call. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Call daddy again, get to school as fast as I can, change to school clothes. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Do mom good, its not like I haven't been through it anyway. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Do that housework, it will do mom good, besides, its not like I haven't been through it anyway. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) The biggest problem, solution? (0)&lt;br /&gt;Fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more problems,&lt;br /&gt;I need to fix em',&lt;br /&gt;When I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Solved. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4793410841708064058?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4793410841708064058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4793410841708064058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4793410841708064058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4793410841708064058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-what-do-i-do.html' title='So what do I do?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1890290513651615613</id><published>2009-04-25T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:45:06.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We tend to lose control of ourselves.    &lt;br /&gt;Don’t we?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So, setting a limit or a leach would be a smart thing to do right?     &lt;br /&gt;Right.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;And so we do, at home, our leach is our parents, in school, its the teachers. And outside, its the cops ( i guess so ).    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So what happens when we go to a place where there isn’t anything to hold us down? When there is nothing to hold you back? Imagine a dog let go from his leach, he isn’t gonna stick around and wait for the leach to come back. Its can do anything it wants to. Its the same thing with us.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what your leach? Are you wearing it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1890290513651615613?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1890290513651615613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1890290513651615613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1890290513651615613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1890290513651615613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-control.html' title='Take Control.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6038603044360452034</id><published>2009-03-10T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:17:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A condition of great disorder.    &lt;br /&gt;I’m in the state of Chaos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SbaSod9FQcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/osRTgwzv7Cg/s1600-h/P1015120%5B11%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="P1015120" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P1015120" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SbaSqz1Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BUCQWccBjGU/P1015120_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Southpark? “ OH MY GOD, YOU KILLED KENNY “     &lt;br /&gt;Taken in 2006&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got MSSS and RAMBU RAMBU RAMBU! Won’t be here till.. end of the month?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you in a while!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6038603044360452034?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6038603044360452034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6038603044360452034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6038603044360452034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6038603044360452034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/03/chaos.html' title='CHAOS.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SbaSqz1Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BUCQWccBjGU/s72-c/P1015120_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2521004353910974465</id><published>2009-02-27T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:21:43.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i’m bored I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7c648965-e972-4545-95fb-9fbbfc0171cd" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="d3e48d19-a329-45a4-8114-615ef04d2301" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NdNdL1QwTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SagE3I_e9oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UZYw9CqvdI/videobaeda6a84bc7%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('d3e48d19-a329-45a4-8114-615ef04d2301'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7NdNdL1QwTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7NdNdL1QwTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1) Watch youtube    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;2) Cycle to centrepoint McD’s to NOT study..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;3) Play Strip Chi Ku Pak &lt;font size="1"&gt;(the person on the left side of the loser takes off 1 button)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;4) Use the air pressured Nike bottles to spray someone’s face but ends up drenching her and runs away. In the process of running away, I trip and break 2 window panes..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;5) Smuggle canteen food into class..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;6) Play old PS2 games that I couldn’t finish 4 years ago because I wasn’t smart enough in standard 5 (I still can’t finish them)     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;7) I jump up the stairs with 1 leg because it strengthens my leg for triple jump..     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;8) I play Internet Checkers with people, I leave when I lose, and bully the crap outta people that win..&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SagE9GFBJnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zQP6FoozpzI/s1600-h/Checkers%20LOL%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Checkers LOL" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="323" alt="Checkers LOL" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SagFBRhFlFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wf7n-I0CY6M/Checkers%20LOL_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Im red btw      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;9) Play drinking games that involve Chi Ku Pak&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(the same as strip Chi Ku Pak, except you drink water instead of strip)      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;10) Make racist jokes in front of my Melayu friend, Ersyad,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(but you know deep down, we all suck equally)      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Im bored. Join me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2521004353910974465?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2521004353910974465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2521004353910974465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2521004353910974465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2521004353910974465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-im-bored-i.html' title='When i’m bored I..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SagE3I_e9oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UZYw9CqvdI/s72-c/videobaeda6a84bc7%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1773705959187996187</id><published>2009-02-15T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:45:10.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine, Explained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, was Valentines Day.    &lt;br /&gt;What is Valentines?     &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Its a band.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="223" src="http://api.ning.com/files/wf-iegsavUnnnSGJBdmwRut0zOOnXFlliW5mP7rlcDP5oZIlrgKpKAq2qsvXIe5Y393SmDfaGXnl5LXfZiG5hp3oq2w17yKC/BULLET_FOR_MY_VALENTINE.3.jpeg" width="306" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But that’s irrelevant.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;More importantly, Valentines Days IS a holiday.     &lt;br /&gt;It is defined as the day on which lovers express their love for each other by sending Valentine's cards, presenting flowers, or offering confectionery…     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Generally, we know it as the day where people go around on February 13 asking .. “ Will you be my valentine “.. And the person who got asked has to accept or reject.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So, by asking someone to be their valentine, you’re admitting that you love the person that you asked.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;________         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First off, for the more religious crowd.     &lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is a CHRISTIAN holiday.     &lt;br /&gt;What about the other religions?     &lt;br /&gt;Its understandable if a Non-Christian celebrates Valentines day.     &lt;br /&gt;But why don’t the people outside the chinese religion give out angpau’s?     &lt;br /&gt;Why don’t all Malaysians go to Batu Caves?     &lt;br /&gt;What does Valentine’s day have that other holidays don’t?     &lt;br /&gt;What makes Valentines so universally accepted?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Its the love.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:BcQq6YMBG6C2jM:http://69.90.174.248/photos/display_pic_with_logo/125977/125977,1217800805,1.jpg" /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Because love is so a strong universal power,     &lt;br /&gt;It causes Valentines day, a holiday of love, to be a universally accepted day..     &lt;br /&gt;___     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So how’s your Valentine? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1773705959187996187?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1773705959187996187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1773705959187996187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1773705959187996187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1773705959187996187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-explained.html' title='Valentine, Explained.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8011159220156531829</id><published>2009-01-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:35:42.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>580</title><content type='html'>In 580 B.C, Pythogaras was born, Greek mathematician and philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in 580 B.C, The war between the Egypt and Babylon was at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;580 brings a huge meaning to it. Not just the combination of three digits.&lt;br /&gt;It is a number to symbolize something so huge, and brings a great deal of importance.&lt;br /&gt;Without it, our ears will suffer in emptyness,&lt;br /&gt;Our fingers will be left idle,&lt;br /&gt;So, what IS 580 to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.knowyourmobile.com/siteimage/scale/800/600/11669.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.knowyourmobile.com/siteimage/scale/800/600/11669.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Its my new phone.. W580i&lt;br /&gt;Whee&lt;br /&gt;Bought it in singapore.. If you shake it the music changes !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8011159220156531829?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8011159220156531829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8011159220156531829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8011159220156531829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8011159220156531829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/01/580.html' title='580'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6889204130175176599</id><published>2009-01-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:44:33.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stare At The Sun.</title><content type='html'>Debate Topic: Science Stream Guarantees a Better Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team seems to agree on the topic &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we're supporting the topic anyway) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you were to ask me, science stream guarantees a better future.....&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE TAKING A SCIENCY KINDA JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it seems pretty hard to imagine in form 4, you and your friends are gonna have a gap.&lt;br /&gt;The Science Stream people. And the Arts Stream people.&lt;br /&gt;Its sounds like a huge rift between two groups of people..&lt;br /&gt;And a huge chance you're not gonna be involved with the other group for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REST&lt;/span&gt; of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna spend the next 10 years studying about science related jobs while they spend their next 10 years studying about their non-science.&lt;br /&gt;So just like that you're choosing your friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR THE NEXT 5-10 DAMN YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;scary isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4632102901055311940-6889204130175176599?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6889204130175176599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6889204130175176599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6889204130175176599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6889204130175176599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/01/stare-at-sun.html' title='Stare At The Sun.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8364984054493108249</id><published>2009-01-18T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:30:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>What is PMR to a form 3 student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the exam itself we fear.&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fear is the sacrifices we need to make.&lt;br /&gt;The time we need to put in,&lt;br /&gt;The effort we have to make,&lt;br /&gt;The exam is simply a word that use to sum it all up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this one year, our life will change.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason being this exam.&lt;br /&gt;For some people, because of it&lt;br /&gt;They don't sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of them,&lt;br /&gt;Its why they can't sleep at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCES &lt;/span&gt; us to change..&lt;br /&gt;Because people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPECT&lt;/span&gt; us to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, we take an exam to determine, who is the best.&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between PMR and any other exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it harder than the usuall?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there extra subjects?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the marking scheme more strict?&lt;br /&gt;No ( I don't think so )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the most significant difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From primary school to secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;There's 11 years of school.&lt;br /&gt;Out of those 11 years, only 3 exams REALLY matter.&lt;br /&gt;Its those 3 that reflects who we are to a person that we do not know..&lt;br /&gt;Saying I got straight A's for 3 of those exams will give a good enough impression on someone we don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its different, because it gives that impression that we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So understand that, PMR isn't just an exam.&lt;br /&gt;And we're not afraid of PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid of the things we have to do for it and the effect it has on us if we don't do anything for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8364984054493108249?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8364984054493108249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8364984054493108249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8364984054493108249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8364984054493108249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1508471770286256879</id><published>2009-01-04T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:47:48.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>ITS 2009! Another year has past, Form 3 PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hows 2008, not bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;What have YOU done?&lt;br /&gt;Post it on cBox ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest one will be the winner&lt;br /&gt;Winner will get me to do ANYTHING ( reasonable, I have the right to decline )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its been a pretty cool year..&lt;br /&gt;Alot of new things&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;- Joined scouts!&lt;br /&gt;- and Softball&lt;br /&gt;- wear Canvas shoes&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;- Went out past 1.30 am without my parents&lt;br /&gt;- Discovered that sleeping at 4 am ISN'T late&lt;br /&gt;- Logbook-ed ( WAYY more to go )&lt;br /&gt;- Realized weng wai thought Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana were DIFFERENT people&lt;br /&gt;- CYCLED TO COOL PLACES&lt;br /&gt;- Negociated with my mom to pump up my allowance to a WHOPPING AMOUNT OF... 7 RINGGIT! EQUALLING TO 27 BUCKS A WEEK! AT THIS RATE I CAN SELL SECONDHAND CARS!&lt;br /&gt;- Bought an electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;- Ate wayyy too much mamak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all&lt;br /&gt;TRIPLEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SWDKS5AairI/AAAAAAAAALI/GDODD6D88RU/s1600-h/DSC_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SWDKS5AairI/AAAAAAAAALI/GDODD6D88RU/s320/DSC_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287448388421978802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Triplex! Finger likin' good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did alot more, but, school starts in 7 hours. Im kinda anxious.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how things are gonna change in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times im gonna be late for the bus..&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, 7 more hours to find out the answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2009 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1508471770286256879?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1508471770286256879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1508471770286256879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1508471770286256879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1508471770286256879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SWDKS5AairI/AAAAAAAAALI/GDODD6D88RU/s72-c/DSC_0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-279363575813154160</id><published>2008-12-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:47:44.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phô Bô</title><content type='html'>Vietnam is cold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-279363575813154160?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/279363575813154160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=279363575813154160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/279363575813154160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/279363575813154160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/12/ph-b.html' title='Phô Bô'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7872316016685599341</id><published>2008-11-15T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:40:35.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no. 100!</title><content type='html'>I think im lacking updates, I have proof too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;15 Nov 08, 20:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Xiann&lt;/b&gt;: update ur damn blog lah &lt;img src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;13 Nov 08, 23:44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Jsun&lt;/b&gt;: UPDATE. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;12 Nov 08, 19:33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;kRyStiN&lt;/b&gt;: omg update man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nearing Triplex... ohh babyy, yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres somethin, have you been LABELED?&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by being labeled?&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me, it means the way people categorize you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're smart people will label you as probably a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a killer people would label you as a sick person&lt;br /&gt;If you're retarded xiann will label you " Uncivilized Bestards "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how do you get labeled?&lt;br /&gt;You get labeled depending on what you do, what you are, what happened to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally get labeled alot for one thing, my height&lt;br /&gt;Im tall, so I get labeled as a tall guy, simple as that..&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind being labeled as the tall guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOME PEOPLE DO..&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't really understand why?&lt;br /&gt;They get labeled, then they get angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got labeled because they did exactly what it took to be labeled,&lt;br /&gt;As I said before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get labeled depending on what you do, what you are, what happened to you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're sick and tired of being labeled as, oh the guy who can't get good marks,&lt;br /&gt;Or the guy who doesn't like taufu...&lt;br /&gt;Then do the exact opposite.. Change..&lt;br /&gt;Be different.. Its the only way you're gonna break free of that RM2.75 lable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like being labeled as the guy who can't speak out and talk freely like you want to, then stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like being labeled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUKAR - MENUKAR&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/4632102901055311940-7872316016685599341?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7872316016685599341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7872316016685599341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7872316016685599341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7872316016685599341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-100.html' title='no. 100!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1364669510942177025</id><published>2008-10-19T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:21:16.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooks, not Books.</title><content type='html'>10 days till the worst is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres TWO things that happen when I study..&lt;br /&gt;a) I manage to read, study properly, slow.. but steady progress or..&lt;br /&gt;b) I start playing nature park on my handphone for half an hour++.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*nature park is like tetris.. I've broken the high score three times since I started studying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far things have been going well.. But im a SLOW SLOW studier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that REALLY kill my studying is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I turn that sucker on, I can't stop..&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty addicted to the computer.. I've told yu kane before&lt;br /&gt;" Turn on computer gone case d "..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're texting me and I mention im studying. And you reply, basically.. you want me to fail. ahah jkjk.. But it DOES throw me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lays STAXX ( Vinegar and Salt ) and Chips Ahoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VC_k50WaprZS5M:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qF6z92%252BvL._SL160_AA160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 159px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VC_k50WaprZS5M:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qF6z92%252BvL._SL160_AA160_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ZkoN-6c1PLbxMM:http://images.calorieking.com.au/branding/dc/runtime/portionsense/339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ZkoN-6c1PLbxMM:http://images.calorieking.com.au/branding/dc/runtime/portionsense/339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This-traction..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1364669510942177025?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1364669510942177025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1364669510942177025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1364669510942177025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1364669510942177025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/10/hooks-not-books.html' title='Hooks, not Books.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4461899589820103680</id><published>2008-10-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:52:20.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooh!</title><content type='html'>Here's a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OBAMA &lt;/span&gt;   or   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I was looking for the colours of their parties. And I wanted to type "Obama colour" but then I realized I wouldn't get the type of colours I was looking for. So I typed " McCain Colour " lol. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Democrat&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Republican. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Time For a Change&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leadership, Experience&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CK3Y1KPzW9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CK3Y1KPzW9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    OR &lt;object width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd-pMhboEX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd-pMhboEX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="212" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4461899589820103680?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4461899589820103680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4461899589820103680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4461899589820103680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4461899589820103680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/10/wooh.html' title='Wooh!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8252507594494260210</id><published>2008-09-28T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:32:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Weng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tag Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.12 a.m&lt;br /&gt;Name: Julian Leong Jay Kwang&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 9&lt;br /&gt;Height: Tall enough&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: My life is everwhere.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Sirap Ais? Its like a drug. Hell's drink.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: I skip breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;been on a plane: Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: * Fell in the ocean. Tried to kick a rock into the sea.. my slipper flew into the sea, i jumped in and got my slipper.. xD. I was 5&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: One phone call and it will be done. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Its a passion&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Uhh.. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Emails are... uhh&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: I would think so&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Chin&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: It has a bed i think..&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: If i believed in God. God's everywhere. So he's beside me.. but i don't.. so, i guess a book is.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Rice, like every other asian out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ;&lt;br /&gt;believe in love at first sight: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: I like everyone&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: Nahh&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: of soya bean&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: Charizard ex? nah i don't play pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Kailiang, i need to work on my punching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Doing something shitty, because it feels so damn good when it stops.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Nope&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: Stash of more porn that a man could ever jerk off. Nahh, its some belts.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 4.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Qs:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: Not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing: It could be better.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: nah,&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: YOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing: Simpsons yellow&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7.00pm yesterday: Sleeping .&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: I can cook?&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: Uhh, a lil just now.. stupid stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: Watch me use girl's favorite line " that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: Dog AND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now? : In my closet.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: Do you sleep with the TV on? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: What are you doing right now? : copying and pasting the quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: Have you ever crawled through a window? YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you handle the truth? I can if the truth has a handle.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you closer to your mother or father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: Who was the last person you cried in front of? I cry for NO ONE! except the movie the last samurai&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many people can you say you've really loved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: Do you eat healthy? NOO.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: How often do you go to church? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? Anyone who's willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you loud or quiet most of the time? i need to be more loud.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you confident? i need some of that too&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 things I was doing 10 years ago: Cycling.&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 snacks I enjoy : Scooby snacks, and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: 5 things I would do if I were a billionaire: " YOU AIN'T ALONE BILL !"&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 of my bad habits: Arrogantly unpuntual while being insensitive towards my friends that I do not consider while tickling them. 5!&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 places I have lived in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that's for me to know and you to find out "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q: 5 jobs I've had: NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people :&lt;br /&gt;1. Yukane&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandra&lt;br /&gt;3. Wink&lt;br /&gt;4. Krystin&lt;br /&gt;5. Ya'Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8252507594494260210?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8252507594494260210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8252507594494260210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8252507594494260210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8252507594494260210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-weng.html' title='Tagged By Weng'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4349847977378328134</id><published>2008-09-25T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:40:17.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back where we began.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me, Liang and Weng started talking about our primary school days..&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i miss it..&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy going and whoopee-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SNuAIBG2uRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YWr2YE6bvvo/s1600-h/Chor+Tai+Tee+Players-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SNuAIBG2uRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YWr2YE6bvvo/s320/Chor+Tai+Tee+Players-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249930665854941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The After-UPSR feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they were GREAT&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we did play cards in school&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking into the computer lab and " keying in stuff "&lt;br /&gt;Or Going to the library to " read "&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what that means it means, playing "jadi" in the computer lab&lt;br /&gt;And going into a backroom of the library and talk about stuff&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, that IS fun.&lt;br /&gt;And the wierd thing is, OMG LOL SPELL CHECK SAYS WEIRD IS SPELT AS WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT KNOW THAT, ALL THIS TIME, TILL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, okay, back to the point, the weird thing is people who didn't go to Taman Megah started calling Taman Megah, TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH, IN MY 6 YEARS IN TAMAN MEGAH, NEVER HAVE I EVER CALLED TAMAN MEGAH TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then form 1 comes and then WOOSHHH, school like never before.&lt;br /&gt;At the cost of workworkwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SNuDG-X98pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cNjzajMIHt0/s1600-h/Scan0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SNuDG-X98pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cNjzajMIHt0/s320/Scan0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249933946476425874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the work DOES get harder.&lt;br /&gt;But probably the best perk in secondary school is definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what really makes school. SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;Basically, school is like KFC chicken, when you order the chicken, what you really want is the skin. That ohh so crunchy skin. That heavenly skin is equavalent to the friends we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether its the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9WnpoSw-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8685hHVQ730/s1600-h/IMG_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9WnpoSw-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8685hHVQ730/s320/IMG_1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251010929727030242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;typical Wan Jyn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9Yiz9RNwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rH3Pt87kEBI/s1600-h/CIMG7845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9Yiz9RNwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rH3Pt87kEBI/s320/CIMG7845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251013045623273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yu Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9dt3D4beI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ep7SaWF_tNQ/s1600-h/CIMG7888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9dt3D4beI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ep7SaWF_tNQ/s320/CIMG7888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251018732993015266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uhh..that guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9ZZrUeA1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9QwdSRATik8/s1600-h/IMG_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9ZZrUeA1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9QwdSRATik8/s320/IMG_1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251013988197466962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;andra and Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9aIeyyrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6Kk9UcVn3pM/s1600-h/IMG_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9aIeyyrjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6Kk9UcVn3pM/s320/IMG_1629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251014792288841266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9cbcn9UcI/AAAAAAAAAII/dpWYXyuZDiM/s1600-h/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SN9cbcn9UcI/AAAAAAAAAII/dpWYXyuZDiM/s320/IMG_1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251017317147300290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yip " Act Cute " Kailiang or Kael Tha'las Sunstrider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note, I wanna say MUTEMATH.&lt;br /&gt;They ARE very a very interesting band.&lt;br /&gt;They're they ones who sang that transformer song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-W_3gVsO98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-W_3gVsO98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice la, and since I put one youtube vid, might as well put&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14aCTMcrgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14aCTMcrgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4349847977378328134?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4349847977378328134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4349847977378328134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4349847977378328134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4349847977378328134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-where-we-began.html' title='Back where we began.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SNuAIBG2uRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YWr2YE6bvvo/s72-c/Chor+Tai+Tee+Players-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-940725112481587236</id><published>2008-09-11T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:15:25.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After close evaluation, I realise that...</title><content type='html'>One day as I was just sitting around in class, during free period, i saw a group of people talking, i decided to intrude, so then, as I do, the girls start talking on how lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Your eyes are like diamons, priceless "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" My love you for is a deep as the sea " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was, " nehh, those lines don't work "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then all of a sudden the girls start saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Its so sweet weii "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" damn romantic la "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was kinda in shock, thinking, such simple lines can make a dramatic change, so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;In order find out the truth behind it, I started asking people, and from what I see, the most unanimous answer was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Its only sweet if you get it from a decent guy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, im sure its better to get picked up by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/16/27776128/344742439l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/16/27776128/344742439l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/16/27776128/749270801l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/82/16/27776128/749270801l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, their the same guy, and i dont really know the meaning of the names that i gave yukane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it IS yukane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( and yukane, somehow I thought of this picture when I was in the shower, =D sorry and lookin' good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it really is sweet to some people, so, the thing that comes to me is, of all ways?&lt;br /&gt;Why those kinda line, and normally its the kind of lines that is pretty meaningless, and its just complementing.. Like for instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the light the brightens my day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no, erm, kick to it, its just, a line.&lt;br /&gt;A decent one would probably sound like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your eyes are like the stars, when i look at them, i make a wish upon them, wishing that they would look back at me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;It just seems more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVEN THEN, I STILL WOULD NOT USE IT ( other than for laughs ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the guys, pick em' up for a date,&lt;br /&gt;don't pick em up with you lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, thats LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-940725112481587236?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/940725112481587236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=940725112481587236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/940725112481587236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/940725112481587236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-close-evaluation-i-realise-that.html' title='After close evaluation, I realise that...'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2694566669381968130</id><published>2008-08-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:25:35.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the sound of the pouring rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. The last person to tag you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Krystin and Weng wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's my back up if I don't have anyone for prom, and he's LOLworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.Your first impression towards him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ohh, so thats the girl who randomly added me on MSN in std 6",&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember.. too long ago.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She kept secrets good.&lt;br /&gt;He stalks for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. The most memorable word that he/she has say to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's the coolest dude i've met, no joke. he's intresting in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ming ching ching hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask her to apply for Malaysian PR again&lt;br /&gt;make him an ah gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7.If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Move to australia, win her back&lt;br /&gt;Hope he doesnt follow me to australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8.If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her location&lt;br /&gt;His body mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9.If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She comes back to malaysia, and i dont see her.&lt;br /&gt;He hit my balls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10.The most desirable things to do for he/she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bake?&lt;br /&gt;Give him access to friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11.The overall impression to he/her is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unique.&lt;br /&gt;BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12.How do you think the people around you will feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let me know then i'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13.The character you like of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14.On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr A-Z. thats  a cool name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16.For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in line? eheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17.Ten people to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1)Yukane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2)Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4)Xiann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5)Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6)Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7)Zian mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8)Kailiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9)Weng wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10)Bob the Builder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Canon D80 and hayley williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19.Is number 3 a female or male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a female.. but she pitches a softball like a male..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20.If number 7 and 10 be together would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, interdimention relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21.How about number 5 and 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sereena and zianmei ? ahem, nahh. their both too crazy and fun to handle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22.What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23.When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to all of them today.. except weng wai, sandra and bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24.Is number 4 a single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. thats what his girlfriend said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25.Talk something about 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rihana hair, SLR, Hates whaling, Loves not being in love, likes singing, dislikes the fact that she cant go vocal lessons&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/4632102901055311940-2694566669381968130?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2694566669381968130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2694566669381968130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2694566669381968130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2694566669381968130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/08/hear-sound-of-pouring-rain.html' title='Hear the sound of the pouring rain'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-956756606223083744</id><published>2008-08-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:51:00.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13, 16, 18, 21</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time eh,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make this one worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their just number, number to show the number of years we've been on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, they freggin matter.. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many people say,&lt;br /&gt;" It doesnt matter what age you are "&lt;br /&gt;I personally disagree with that.. very strongly disagree..&lt;br /&gt;You might be able to do SPM level maths in std. 2&lt;br /&gt;But chances are.. THATS ALL YOU can possibly do at the age of 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if age &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRULY&lt;/span&gt; doesn't effect anything in a person,&lt;br /&gt;There would be no such thing as a drinking limit, or how you need to be 18 to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a 3 year old kid were to call anyone, you, with his cute little voice,&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you'd do is probably, put your baby voice on and ask something like&lt;br /&gt;" where's you mummy boy boy ? "&lt;br /&gt;As compared to a person your age calling and you would talk in your normal voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THERE A CHANGE IN THE WAY WE TALK TO PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If age truly doesnt limit anyone that change of voice wouldn't be there,&lt;br /&gt;That little kid can't be taken seriously because of his cute little voice..&lt;br /&gt;That kid deserves to get the same treatment as everyone we talk to,&lt;br /&gt;If we don't, doesn't that make us sorta, double faced, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we do this?&lt;br /&gt;Because, we normally think, younger people = noob.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you might think thats true,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, most of the time, it is..&lt;br /&gt;But its the time where young people, with great minds,&lt;br /&gt;Get belittled, because of their age, this age barrier limits them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, like everything else,&lt;br /&gt;It has its pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it stops us from going out of control with stuff like cigarettes and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;But, Its when it limits conversation..&lt;br /&gt;That bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to a three year old kid and he starts talking about stuff you've never heard about before..&lt;br /&gt;And in your mind you're ignoring everything because, you feel that everything he's saying is insignificant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft, Age is not a limit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt; a limit, a damn huge one infact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-956756606223083744?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/956756606223083744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=956756606223083744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/956756606223083744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/956756606223083744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/08/13-16-18-21.html' title='13, 16, 18, 21'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2081629514163920357</id><published>2008-08-17T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:31:50.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Repair</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="archivedate collapsed"&gt; 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&lt;span class="zippy"&gt;                ►              &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="post-count-link" href="http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="post-count" dir="ltr"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the big change of numbers as time goes by?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i see it too.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've made a graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SKkUHagKmfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ddUY-3hOqpI/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SKkUHagKmfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ddUY-3hOqpI/s320/untitled.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235738159400786418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the line graph, there is a slow but clear drop in the line in the begining of January.&lt;br /&gt;And when it hits March it goes down hill from there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its school holidays now, so i think i' d update more frequently..&lt;br /&gt;But for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2081629514163920357?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2081629514163920357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2081629514163920357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2081629514163920357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2081629514163920357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-repair.html' title='In Repair'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SKkUHagKmfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ddUY-3hOqpI/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3590739277984341215</id><published>2008-07-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:49.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by insecure cheerleader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. The age you’ll be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:7qquwzkMVuAuhM:http://www.freefoto.com/images/2000/15/2000_15_51---Number-Fifteen_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 298px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:7qquwzkMVuAuhM:http://www.freefoto.com/images/2000/15/2000_15_51---Number-Fifteen_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. A place you'd like to travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.internetartizans.co.uk/files/images/cyberspace2.img_assist_custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.internetartizans.co.uk/files/images/cyberspace2.img_assist_custom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberspace. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/239343112_272d93795e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/48/SMK_Damansara_Jaya_School_Crest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 210px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/48/SMK_Damansara_Jaya_School_Crest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:rNOaqtO50I40TM:http://www.pages.drexel.edu/%7Eela25/Donald-Duck-Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 170px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:rNOaqtO50I40TM:http://www.pages.drexel.edu/%7Eela25/Donald-Duck-Pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itik xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hPzg4es1nC4SBM:http://images.pcworld.com/opinion/graphics/137988-furby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hPzg4es1nC4SBM:http://images.pcworld.com/opinion/graphics/137988-furby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mess, no stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7OqlDhXyFY/SIvu6OnNvFI/AAAAAAAABiY/5bdaPZFxz0A/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6. Your favorite color combination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:imlNATpqpTFZMM:http://www.aofsound.fi/WebRoot/aofsound/Shops/aofsound/4484/298A/FE94/FFD2/1B2C/5274/EB11/CD91/LesPaul_standard_heritagecherrysunburst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 63px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:imlNATpqpTFZMM:http://www.aofsound.fi/WebRoot/aofsound/Shops/aofsound/4484/298A/FE94/FFD2/1B2C/5274/EB11/CD91/LesPaul_standard_heritagecherrysunburst.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry sunburst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like Jeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9hIXqurd5tnsvM:http://www.cudaapparel.com/images/product/ui/ui-122shorts-6-blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9hIXqurd5tnsvM:http://www.cudaapparel.com/images/product/ui/ui-122shorts-6-blk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts, DUH&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c5/Jet_-_Are_You_Gonna_Be_My_Girl%3F_CD_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ByU-kykjsr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ByU-kykjsr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/vazquez1/music/rebCm5U5/panic_at_the_disco_camisado/"&gt;Camisado - Panic At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;9. Your favourite TV show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their not airing right now. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:0DelF_CvvhI6nM:http://wallpapers.dpics.org/wallpapers/36/One_Tree_Hill_TV_Show,_2003,_Chad_Michael_Murray,_James_Lafferty,_Hilarie_Burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 152px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:0DelF_CvvhI6nM:http://wallpapers.dpics.org/wallpapers/36/One_Tree_Hill_TV_Show,_2003,_Chad_Michael_Murray,_James_Lafferty,_Hilarie_Burton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia bush to be exact. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pShTdLOqFbVRQM:http://www.news.cornell.edu/photos/PaulGinsparg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 128px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pShTdLOqFbVRQM:http://www.news.cornell.edu/photos/PaulGinsparg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;As in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:imlNATpqpTFZMM:http://www.aofsound.fi/WebRoot/aofsound/Shops/aofsound/4484/298A/FE94/FFD2/1B2C/5274/EB11/CD91/LesPaul_standard_heritagecherrysunburst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 63px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:imlNATpqpTFZMM:http://www.aofsound.fi/WebRoot/aofsound/Shops/aofsound/4484/298A/FE94/FFD2/1B2C/5274/EB11/CD91/LesPaul_standard_heritagecherrysunburst.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les paul.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The town you live in: Koala lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:22Vla2-J9MskTM:http://www.urbanrail.net/as/kual/kuala-lumpur-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 140px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:22Vla2-J9MskTM:http://www.urbanrail.net/as/kual/kuala-lumpur-map.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7OqlDhXyFY/SIv0pWpLLmI/AAAAAAAABjI/0yRlv04vuDM/s1600-h/melbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13. Your first job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:BEvnHG2rEUietM:http://peelbooks.com/123_draw_series/73-images/07_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 158px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:BEvnHG2rEUietM:http://peelbooks.com/123_draw_series/73-images/07_04.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized theres no number 12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;14. Your dream job: .&lt;br /&gt;http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=2684592&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image59.webshots.com/559/1/22/18/2480122180093034104loNdMj_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image59.webshots.com/559/1/22/18/2480122180093034104loNdMj_fs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7OqlDhXyFY/SIv3ZCMnG4I/AAAAAAAABjY/cGjzACQ_Oqo/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;15. A bad habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ijSnOKOWbYjiEM:http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film2/DVDReviews32/a%2520lol/ttile%2520lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ijSnOKOWbYjiEM:http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film2/DVDReviews32/a%2520lol/ttile%2520lol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your worst fear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ot-PA743k52ZdM:http://regmedia.co.uk/2007/12/14/wii_cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 187px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ot-PA743k52ZdM:http://regmedia.co.uk/2007/12/14/wii_cockroach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the heebeegeebee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;17. The one thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:uG9PhuBLX4dJJM:http://www.usaelectionpolls.com/images/youtube_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 161px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:uG9PhuBLX4dJJM:http://www.usaelectionpolls.com/images/youtube_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a million views??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3590739277984341215?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3590739277984341215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3590739277984341215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3590739277984341215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3590739277984341215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-insecure-cheerleader.html' title='Tagged by insecure cheerleader.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6071526015351002095</id><published>2008-07-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:19:51.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I think?</title><content type='html'>About blogging:&lt;br /&gt;ohh, blogging so mafan, I have to say something about nuffnang though. I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;Because the idea of nuffnang is, using ur blog as an advertisement frenzy thing.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, its like selling the soul of your blog, just like those movie's you see people sell their soul to the horny guy with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure some people say, ehh, getting money is motivation for blogging. Yeah, thats true, but if that was your only motivation and not the want to show what you think, do, eat, and take pictures of. Then. Gahh, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the government.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think their doing a BAD job, But they sure as hell ain't doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Icecream.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BAD ABOUT ICECREAM. END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Child pornography.&lt;br /&gt;Digusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Shuflers.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WHY PEOPLE DISLIKE SHUFFLING. ITS JUST A DANCE. Like ballroom dancing, or tap dancing, and dance dance revolution. Why do people find it, so, " uhhh, omg weiihh shuffler "? Its almost taboo to some people. Just because you see people that you look down upon shuffling, doesn't make it any less of a type of dance or whatever shuffling is categorized under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About photography.&lt;br /&gt;I think its just a trend, but there are some people who truly do it for the love of photography. And some people who just wanna take up photography because it is what everyone else is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian internet.&lt;br /&gt;Like the government, its not bad, but it sure ain't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the way Datin greets DJians.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikumaraatulah etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Waits for students to say malaikumsalam*&lt;br /&gt;Dan selamat sejahtera.&lt;br /&gt;.. I find this very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Why must she greet the Islam students and the others differently.&lt;br /&gt;Its like saying " hi dad, good morning mom " ..&lt;br /&gt;I mean. o.0... uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Ipod's.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized after using my sisters Ipod for most of the day, I want one =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Weng wai:&lt;br /&gt;I think he should stop trying to shuffle retarded-lee. Im sure everyone can agree on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About tuition.&lt;br /&gt;After some thought, We normally get a total of, maybe 2, 2 1/2 hours of school on a certain subject. So, if tuition is 2 hours. Its like, doubling the teaching time. =D. I've always wanted to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the question kill or be killed.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather kill. Because by killing, i would have more control as opposed to being killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Gel Pens.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why when they drop they stop working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Plungers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how they work, If you push it downwards, wouldnt you be pushing the clog in, and if you pull, wouldn't the clog be at the same place as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Finding a Him or Her at 14.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a race to get one. Whats the difference between saying ur together and when ur not.&lt;br /&gt;You talk to the same person.&lt;br /&gt;You do the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's this race,&lt;br /&gt;Its just a title.&lt;br /&gt;Bluehh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6071526015351002095?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6071526015351002095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6071526015351002095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6071526015351002095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6071526015351002095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-i-think.html' title='What do I think?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-189215454497313320</id><published>2008-07-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:54:10.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If I Say Im Not Just Another</title><content type='html'>So Im changing stuff,&lt;br /&gt;First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1.My font&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah, this is my font now, I think the other one was a bit too common, Its the standard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. My blog colours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEARLY changed it, But, i din't see anything other nice colours.&lt;br /&gt;It ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I GOT PHOTOS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I got time to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We'll not really., but its better then how my blog has been for the past few weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, whats changed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Not yet..  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-189215454497313320?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/189215454497313320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=189215454497313320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/189215454497313320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/189215454497313320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if-i-say-im-not-just-another.html' title='What If I Say Im Not Just Another'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7490744869828148716</id><published>2008-07-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:00:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Wert?</title><content type='html'>=D weng wai.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why haven't I been updating?&lt;br /&gt;One word. homeworktuitionscoutslogbookohdamnididntgocheer08school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a scene where you walk into a train and when you look at outside the window you see things flash by so fast you dont even have time to identify what your looking at.&lt;br /&gt;That's the feeling most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the other note, half an hour ago i kept thing of the word puppy love.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because i remembered Siew ho's mom told him the kinda feelings you get when your in love in secondary school is puppy love..&lt;br /&gt;It just kept wandering through my mind, unlike other thoughts that leave in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said.&lt;br /&gt;If your thinking " oh julian got himself in a puppy love situation "&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE WRONG!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA, actually, the main reason I was thinking about it is, the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of puppy love is probably something like, a love that won't last through the ages.&lt;br /&gt;or, lembab love.&lt;br /&gt;So, If puppy love means a love that is weak,&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the punch line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be a discrimination to puppies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if puppy love means weak love then the person who created this phrase probably thought " hmm, a love for a puppy can NEVER BE STRONG! "&lt;br /&gt;either that or " people only love pups because their cute "&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, from puppy love to animal discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone probably got their *swt face on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, i've got something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Okokok, ermh,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that maybe EVERYTHING we do, is for our own personal benifit?&lt;br /&gt;Whether its subconscious or conscious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have friends - so we aren't lonely = Our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;We donate money - so we feel good about it = Our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;We save a life - so we get that newspaper article about ourselves = Our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the few examples.&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;It means, for everything we do, we do it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Not because we wanna save the environment, its because we live in the environment, and guess what, WE BENEFIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the reverse, what about the possibility that everything we do is our own selfless acts.?&lt;br /&gt;This meaning every act that we do, is for everyone else.. not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Kill other people - so that, ? = ??&lt;br /&gt;We throw rubbish on the streets - so that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either there are none, or I only think for one side..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Lets assume we all do things for our own gain.&lt;br /&gt;This means,&lt;br /&gt;We all are selfish little people..&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do is for our own gain,&lt;br /&gt;The world is one big business, because we all look for GAIN, PROFIT, SELF SATISFACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this show that the world is a horrible place?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a tadd, but what are friends for =D&lt;br /&gt;=D &lt; He smile's to make you think he's a nice guy, if it works, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;His Benefit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7490744869828148716?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7490744869828148716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7490744869828148716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7490744869828148716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7490744869828148716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/07/say-wert.html' title='Say Wert?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4959661469898821699</id><published>2008-07-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:04:48.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a cold, cold heart.</title><content type='html'>Losingtheunique is DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTS TO THE RESQUE *WOOOSHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry dry humor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you know that feeling that you get.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that makes you think you have a huge advantage over everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that makes you say " Oii? I do quite good right "&lt;br /&gt;The gut instinct that praises you from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys. But,&lt;br /&gt;I call it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAPLESTORY SENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I call it this?&lt;br /&gt;Because last time when I was playing maplestory,&lt;br /&gt;I used to have alot of cool items.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of scrolls ( Some worth 0 some with alot )&lt;br /&gt;And rare items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. What im trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;Owning those items gave me a huge sense of pride and accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, they probably weren't worth that much anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, what im trying to say is, the fact that you KNOW that you have the advantage makes you feel like " hehe, I'd own these suckers "&lt;br /&gt;Even if you never actually took out your pens and owned them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I put in bigger letters KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you know you have the advantage, gives you the feeling of actually having it.&lt;br /&gt;Its called flattering yourself in a way.&lt;br /&gt;So, whats the use of this gut feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, its confidence.&lt;br /&gt;It can really boost your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, When weng wai couldnt do his maths question give by teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I giggled on the inside. Probably taunting him " N00BZ " in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you KNOW that you can do better than others.&lt;br /&gt;Making you feel GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Once you unleash this knowledge out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like you don't have that edge that you had.&lt;br /&gt;And the great feeling that you once had.&lt;br /&gt;Is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Simple realleh. You just.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T unleash it.&lt;br /&gt;That way you can laugh at people from the bottom of your heart, knowing that YOU are better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pathetic as it sounds. If it gives you a great feeling of acomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;It seems stupid to NOT use your greatness.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you don't use it you still like you own this goddamn planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OMG SIS STOP SINGING DAMN KACAU LA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4959661469898821699?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4959661469898821699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4959661469898821699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4959661469898821699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4959661469898821699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/07/youve-got-cold-cold-heart.html' title='You&apos;ve got a cold, cold heart.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4526898429439296850</id><published>2008-06-29T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:34:02.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a second thought..hmm</title><content type='html'>I remember last time I did a post on how guys turn into " Girl mode "&lt;br /&gt;I think i deleted it,&lt;br /&gt;Anways, it was my teory on how guys, would change when infront of girls.&lt;br /&gt;They would start " getting their game on " or " Play the Pimp " o.0&lt;br /&gt;Well, all of a sudden as I was eating steak just now, the exact moment i poured Worcestershire sauce on my steak, I suddenly thought about that post and how.&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, hey, maybe the reason guys have lousy girl modes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(In the previous post  mention how some people have more efficient girlmodes than others)&lt;/span&gt; than others is because maybe their girl mode changes them INTO A SUCKIER VERSION. As in before I talked about the efficiency, but now MAYBE this girl mode brings NEGATIVE effects to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so then while eating some salad, I started thinking of things that may prove this right.&lt;br /&gt;And i concluded that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think to some it brings negative effects.&lt;br /&gt;Lemmie show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;br /&gt;Guy talks to other guys normally, he is very chatty, likes to talk very active in talking among guys. Girls comes up and talks to him, suddenly, his chattyness goes to a poof,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Guy's girl mode does not " play the pimp " therefore guy's girl mode brings negative effects to guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure this is happened somewhere, may not happen rarely, but it happens. So it proves my teory. Gahaha, this post is so wierd&lt;br /&gt;So, i forgot a KEY factor that effects people in girl mode before.&lt;br /&gt;Yippe!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a filler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phill-her ehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4526898429439296850?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4526898429439296850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4526898429439296850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4526898429439296850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4526898429439296850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-second-thoughthmm.html' title='On a second thought..hmm'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2052966822419145255</id><published>2008-06-19T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:04:28.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My throat hurts.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it is infected&lt;br /&gt;I've got green phlegm, and everytime I walk it feels like im drunk.&lt;br /&gt;At least what I think drunk feels like.&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 20 minutes, and im NOT going.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, as xiann likes to say " gangsta "&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No post till i get better i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye,&lt;br /&gt;a post in my pajamas,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2052966822419145255?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2052966822419145255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2052966822419145255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2052966822419145255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2052966822419145255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-throat-hurts_19.html' title='My throat hurts.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3071377300603254171</id><published>2008-06-11T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:56:47.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying. Sin or Skill?</title><content type='html'>Are you a liar? Have you lied? The answer is Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do it everyday. Sometimes you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for good intentions, some times for bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;So? Is lying bad? Many people answer would probably answer, yeah, it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to put my footdown firmly and say, lying is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception in the form of an untruthful statement with the intention to deceive, often with the further intention to maintain a secret or reputation, to protect someone's feelings from getting hurt, or to avoid Punishment . &lt;i&gt;To lie&lt;/i&gt; is to state something one believes is false with the intention that it be taken for the truth by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that we know&lt;br /&gt;- wiki agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;- Lying is only half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does wiki agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that    " to protect someone's feelings from getting hurt "&lt;br /&gt;andd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maintain a secret or reputation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT GOOD?&lt;br /&gt;To protect, even that word is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, lying can be used for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I think many people think lying is bad?&lt;br /&gt;Because many people have been taught that lying is bad. Everyone, by teachers, parents, almost eveyone.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason?&lt;br /&gt;Because in this world, BAD LIAR'S exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the first statement. Its true, but its only true because, people are only exposed to the CONS OF LYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't usually mention lying can be used to protect someone from getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to maintain a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, If everyone only told you, the cons of a computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone told you,&lt;br /&gt;the computer spoils vision.&lt;br /&gt;Excess to pornography,&lt;br /&gt;Contains websites with suicide idea's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than&lt;br /&gt;Source of information.&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Connection with people across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;Alternative to the pencil and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then obviously the amount of computer sales would be alot less.&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying the lying gives SUPER NICE BENEFITS.&lt;br /&gt;Im just saying. It ain't all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, lying is only good UNDER 1 CONDITION. ( I think )&lt;br /&gt;THAT YOU DON'T GET CAUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unless you're really morally educated and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if the person believes the lie is true, for the rest of his life, and he does thing's by that lie, and never finds out. For that man, the lie becomes THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a son believes his father is the one his mother married while the truth is the father is in China cleaning the streets of kunming. Then it becomes the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if a person accepts a lie till the day that he dies, as the truth, he will live his life, with that lie, as the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a beautiful thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting caught isnt just the condition of keeping a lie good.&lt;br /&gt;But it is also the biggest downfall of a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to state the bad side of lying, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;So. Lie safely kiddss! Or don't lie at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3071377300603254171?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3071377300603254171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3071377300603254171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3071377300603254171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3071377300603254171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/lying-sin-or-skill.html' title='Lying. Sin or Skill?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4240537422507590813</id><published>2008-06-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:36:08.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta my mind.</title><content type='html'>Today was a very odd day.&lt;br /&gt;Its a very emotion-full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, then I did my usual, watch some TV, eat some bacon.&lt;br /&gt;Then I laid on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, my mind carried me to all the sad points of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like a flashback. I started thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I just was. So sad, for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;It was so, odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't the first time really, happens alot.&lt;br /&gt;And another thing i'd always think about is.&lt;br /&gt;If im crazy or not.&lt;br /&gt;Not crazy as like you do a wheelie on a roof.&lt;br /&gt;But, as in, like, seriously crazy, like, insane.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough im remotely far away from insane ( i think ). Somethings always provoking me to think that im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because i talk to myself alot.&lt;br /&gt;But, don't worry, i don't do it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;In my head.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i think about the most strange and random things ever.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are usually about possible situation about the future if something were to happen.&lt;br /&gt;And really odd things happen.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i realize that the end of the world is coming and I do the things i've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;or that day I was a lawyer. It might just be daydreaming. But, some part of me says its insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i feel really isolated with everyone these days.&lt;br /&gt;Its like there's no one im really close too.&lt;br /&gt;But, everyone still seems the same.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i keep typing, the more it seems like im insane.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, school, please be the remedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4240537422507590813?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4240537422507590813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4240537422507590813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4240537422507590813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4240537422507590813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/outta-my-mind.html' title='Outta my mind.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3121417374317190481</id><published>2008-06-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:04:49.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by ZAN</title><content type='html'>RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. continue this game by sending it to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Get another, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To live without consequence, a life without responsibilites,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;Weng wai's butt seems... kickable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Repair my bike seat, its been pertruding up my crotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;She's like... amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is usually hell, being loved is.. less hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Till... I dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Chances are.. ABSOLUTELY  NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;talking to people.. the greatest joy ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;Lousy internet, Parents, and Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Gettin a degree in law, most probably, Law Law Law Law.. . Its where im headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Unique, different, uncommon in the best way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich, because where would love end up without funding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;" OMGG LOLLLL, KEEP DREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Give all?? Whats that mean? give it your best? or give it... ahh, either way the answer is .. yes, if its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Its never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;People who are too afraid to step up and make their own decision. People who can't evaluate the situation and take control of it. People like these live on a compass their whole lives. Too dependant on whatever, whoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. List 5 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;Darren, Daniel, Timothy, Krystle and Liang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUALITYY ANSWERSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3121417374317190481?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3121417374317190481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3121417374317190481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3121417374317190481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3121417374317190481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-zan.html' title='Tagged by ZAN'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5649429502336618173</id><published>2008-05-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:50.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube surfing.</title><content type='html'>Its been a busy holiday surprisingly. Tuition and cycling.&lt;br /&gt;And of course the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Liang, Kane and Marn Keon came to my house just now. We played some UNO game thing. The game very tention ( It was when I was 5 years old la guys ). So i forgot the name of the game. So when i described it to them i called it UNOMG.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i played PS2 with liang. I beat him at football 3-1.. France vs France.&lt;br /&gt;And the day before that me and yukane were spitting bubble tea bubbles across the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That was weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukane : I was only sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .. When you sneeze, doesnt your head move like.. 100mp/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukane : It hasnt been an hour yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukane : Laughing spasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief update about stuff. So, yeah, i was youtube surfing. Because somehow there's this video about Low C, a song by erick turnbull. I use it as a shortcut to youtube. Gahh, I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1mn2X-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vhN4vfpKPl4/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1mn2X-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vhN4vfpKPl4/s320/untitled.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205429579107165410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dotted circle is the shortcut to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;The related video has a circle. Which leaded to a song with the same title.&lt;br /&gt;Low C - Supergrass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clicked on it. Because it might be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So then i click... Click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1nE2X-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TWvDkUg7kvY/s1600-h/no2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1nE2X-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TWvDkUg7kvY/s320/no2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205430077323371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It took too long to load.. So I decided to check out another song.&lt;br /&gt;Sun hits the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i listened to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1nFWX-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WLWhdvzZl88/s1600-h/e.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1nFWX-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WLWhdvzZl88/s320/e.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205430085913306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to it. I was .. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6i8KmIKv5I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6i8KmIKv5I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the first few words we like. This is so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know. Or don't watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;Its in a commercial on TV. I ALWAYS HEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR. It rings alot of bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're pretty wierded out on why is this a blog post?&lt;br /&gt;Its like the punchline which makes every go, " Huh, lol, that it? "&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this is on my blog is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT COMMERCIAL ITS ON.&lt;br /&gt;ITS BUGGIN ME.&lt;br /&gt;Its bouncing back and fourth my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Saying, OMGGG WHERE DID I HEAR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to guess, I think i heard that in a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;And my feeling strongly think its either a Sony Ericson commercial or a camera commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to know, please tell me on my cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just to lazy to google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the. " huh? lol , thats it " feel.. but thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Julian, Lolpost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5649429502336618173?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5649429502336618173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5649429502336618173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5649429502336618173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5649429502336618173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/05/youtube-surfing.html' title='Youtube surfing.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/SD1mn2X-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vhN4vfpKPl4/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3247308169075261102</id><published>2008-05-18T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:09:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie Lookie, Its number 80! RANDOM POST.. DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i've actually blogged about .. my day..&lt;br /&gt;In a way random post gives me ideas for shit loads of other post ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets RANDOM!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why does this tissue wave in front of my fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Is milo pronounced Mee-lo or My-low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Just now my dad received his food from this chinese guy who tried to speak malay. My dad was talking about him for 5 minutes. My dad was like.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I TOLD YOU YUKANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap im outta idea's,&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Let see what we can talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from joshua's blog..&lt;br /&gt;So as usual there some really lousy blog layout thats impossible to read&lt;br /&gt;But out of the clutter I saw the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am i doing the right thing in life? Or is it the path i am following is wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone who actually has a state of mind to step back for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Figure out his life.&lt;br /&gt;At least he thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the kinda crap english he was using, i know what its like to think that something needs to be done about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's without a doubt an important thing. Its your limit setter. Its like defragmenting your computer. I've never done it often and look whats happen to this machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think oh, i'll just do my homework, finish school, get into a college, then a uni, then working life. If i go through that everything will be fine and dandy. They don't even think about what their getting their self into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen? Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE CONVENTIONAL WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its the step taken by most people. And for most of them, i have to say. It works pretty decently. But even so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS NOT NECESSARILY THE BEST WAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But i do have to say, it is a safer option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a person who has the piano skills of gods but has mindset of just following the flow, listening to his parents, doing the, get into college,uni, job, married steps. HE JUST WASTED HIS PASSION AND TALENT FOR A SAFER BET. So just goes to show that, just because its the usual option, doesn't make it the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strayed abit off the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was, am i doing the right thing. yeah. Try it, Do what panic at the disco did, Relax and Relapse. Take a second to look where you're headed. Realize you're flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sound abit serious eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty different in reality.&lt;br /&gt;I won't use words like. mindset .. or..  conventional.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, im different in alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I like this me.&lt;br /&gt;The other one kinda loses control easily.&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring this me into the other me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I sound insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this is random post after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come from the land of the ice and snow,&lt;br /&gt;from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin - Immigrant song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3247308169075261102?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3247308169075261102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3247308169075261102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3247308169075261102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3247308169075261102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/05/lookie-lookie-its-number-80-random-post.html' title='Lookie Lookie, Its number 80! RANDOM POST.. DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7277879246789787031</id><published>2008-05-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:38:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Locked Up, Never Free</title><content type='html'>So, as Mr Kevin advertises his, " What do Women Want " post.&lt;br /&gt;( if he's havin an ad campaign about a blog post its probably interesting )&lt;br /&gt;So im gonna go ahead and help him out.&lt;br /&gt;By doing a ripoff of such an amazing blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sicken what im about to do.&lt;br /&gt;It rips the idea's of the future of one of the many greats of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not great, but probably better than most people I know.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, Its a post&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT ON EARTH DO MEN WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kevin, or mr kevin. Its 3.12a.m and the midnight high is kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i just ate a maggi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What do men want?&lt;br /&gt;Its, pretty obvious. There's cars, money, some Mclovin, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them coming from one source,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their pretty much the same. So lets study the common feature's of this seductive kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Physical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't like a nice head on a girl. Yeah, this is where most of the appeal comes from.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you look at when you look at a girl. RIGHT GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;A good face is always a step above the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neck - Torso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, a nice neck sure, nice shoulders, put it in the cart. Nice rack, sure why n....... Wait a minute, What do guys think about the upper region of a women?&lt;br /&gt;To make things slightly easier, im just gonna call them utara. What do me and some other dude that happens to be talking to me at this time of day? Utara does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; effect much about a guys thoughts. From my point of view, Its like having candy in you life, sure its nice, but whether you have it or not doesnt affect much of you're life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving one * girl screams * " What about the thing about fat and skinny girls "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh, err. From my point of view, theirs this border line.&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween fat and thin. If you're slimmer than that line. you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the line is more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torso - Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual killer characteristics like legs and...well.. legs... and the naughty-naughty areas.. again.. their.. candy... nothing much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The opposite of Physical *I know its mental, but mental sounds so... incorrect*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone likes a girl who.. the ususal, smart, blah.. Everyone has a different taste. Its impossible to list it down. For me? The number 1 turn on in a girl is she NEEDS to like good music.. This is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Err, Good...English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Bad English = Huge turn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Im tired, and i've said what i've got to say. Its a pretty sensitive topic, so don't be offended or anything. Just have a ' wow i din't know that ' kinda experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7277879246789787031?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7277879246789787031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7277879246789787031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7277879246789787031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7277879246789787031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-as-mr-kevin-advertises-his-what-do.html' title='I Was Locked Up, Never Free'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2675741170845658055</id><published>2008-05-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:22:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth or Consequence</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I was halfway blogging about how to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;But, it seemed, erm. Inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ladies. Im gonna let you in on a little secret.&lt;br /&gt;You've heard me say how guy are like WITH girls around.&lt;br /&gt;Now, WITHOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do guys do in the presence of other guys?&lt;br /&gt;We do exactly what girls do in the presents of girls.&lt;br /&gt;We gossip our butts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, We do, whats the substantial difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys don't usually talk bad about other guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the worst thing guys can do to guys is usually whacking em' in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Even then it's all for good plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I was a girl, i would think that guys talk about  girls woohoos? well, its only..  3/10th true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys gossip, we drop almost all integrity and even giggle like sissies. But, yes, occasionally, once or twice in a conversation, we do go, " wahhh, her legs damnn nice weihh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think guys enjoy it more than girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't normally do it. It is a rare event. But when it does happen. Its like fun. Sometimes it even gets us giggling like girls. Why do we enjoy it? I think its because we don't do it so often? so, we relish it? And, its when guy's let down their ego and show their true side. Its usually pretty funny. Normally one guy says something very LOL-ish ? Then the whole group starts laughing (giggling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it? Erm, remember kids, im writing this from a 14 year old kid from SMKDJ's point of view, means kids as young as Yi shan ( Kailiang's brother )  or as old as all the ex temp teachers of SMKDJ may not do it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girl's JUST IN CASE you get offended even in the slightest way because of quote's like,&lt;br /&gt;" guy's don't usually bitch about other guys " orr " giggling like girls ". I apologize, but please note I don't have any intention to offend, its all for bringing you content on Losingtheunique.blogspot ©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2675741170845658055?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2675741170845658055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2675741170845658055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2675741170845658055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2675741170845658055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-or-consequence.html' title='Truth or Consequence'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6042966113406311260</id><published>2008-04-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:50:38.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A circle.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know whats up with the title.. it was just the first word i thought of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, julian, how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty.. dull.. empty.. it just doesn't feel like.. anything's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I kinda get what you mean, what do you think is the cause?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it feels like.. a wake up, go to school, come back kinda life..  There might be something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, where're you're headed in life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near a dead end, i'm havin real hard time making decisions about what i wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;I know the obvious thing to do is, study, A's, Degree, job then enjoy. But, at the way i look at stuff, That may not be the BEST choice. I mean. It is structurally, but, it doesn't.. seem, easy to stick to that plan. Especially for a person who has very low self discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... lets stay away from the less than happy stuff.. what music you listening to..?&lt;br /&gt;The hush sound are pretty good.. very, catchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no blogging material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6042966113406311260?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6042966113406311260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6042966113406311260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6042966113406311260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6042966113406311260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/circle.html' title='A circle.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3768132442091378468</id><published>2008-04-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:53:00.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Not Like Me.</title><content type='html'>UpdateUpdateUpdate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Skills camp was so fun,&lt;br /&gt;An ENTIRE NIGHT OF NO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;You might think, " OMG i wouldn't last till 3 " or stuff like that,&lt;br /&gt;But, when you're chopping bamboo's at 3a.m&lt;br /&gt;Things changee.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Colin was there too, seems like a smart guy.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, allsparks award blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lucas tan, Xiu pei, Sophia and some other dude got it.&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud .. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came here to say something important,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got gay messages on you're Cbox saying stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonamus: You're so fake laa, Like to copy people only, go get a life *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the normal reaction is people make a post saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know some people are just so lifeless&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, don't you have anything better to do than to spam people's Cbox,&lt;br /&gt;Screw off anonamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats great and stuff but.&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off when people post stuff about that commenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. If he's sooooo wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Why are you giving him the satisfaction of being right.&lt;br /&gt;Its like that comment shocked your world and you suddenly feel so insecure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that comment a problem,?&lt;br /&gt;You're not a fake copycat right?&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing wrong with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;He's the one going around posting stuff with fake names?&lt;br /&gt;Why get angry?&lt;br /&gt;I'd laugh the frigg off.&lt;br /&gt;But instead i'll take this second approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna take the first action thats fine,&lt;br /&gt;but personally, I prefer this one.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me elaborate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A FREGGIN GUY SAYING NEGATIVE STUFF ABOUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;If there is a freggin guy on you're Cbox talking shit about you,&lt;br /&gt;Not clear yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask youself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sure are you that what he's saying ISN't right?&lt;br /&gt;How much do you know about how other people look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever considered that you aren't the best person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that oblivious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you're not satisfied with that, MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at it another way.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S TALKING CRAP ABOUT YOU,&lt;br /&gt;Means, the person hates you, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, They won't put " You act like a slut " and actually mean it if they love you right?&lt;br /&gt;So look at it this way,&lt;br /&gt;Despite whatever the message said,&lt;br /&gt;True or not,&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOES NOT &lt;/span&gt;matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATES &lt;/span&gt;you is telling it to you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATES &lt;/span&gt;is enough to tell you that you're not doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;Someone hates you, doesn't matter who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Now that i've laid it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty clear what to do from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fix Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If someone hated you, would it be stupid and hardheaded to say, " he's an asshole, he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about"&lt;br /&gt;That would be stupid, and they would know it. Yet, everyone's still bitchin about their Cbox phantom.&lt;br /&gt;So why complain?, anonamus is only helping discover you're problems,&lt;br /&gt;Thank anonamus,&lt;br /&gt;He's you stepping stone to getting rid of the other anonamuses.&lt;br /&gt;+D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3768132442091378468?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3768132442091378468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3768132442091378468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3768132442091378468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3768132442091378468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-just-not-like-me.html' title='Its Just Not Like Me.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8226500018445474342</id><published>2008-04-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:22:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It speaks words of things getting out of hand.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've really been... un...satisfied with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking thing for granted WAYY too much.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;For the past week i've been living with him.&lt;br /&gt;He took the worst of me..&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a good scolding.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had one since standard 5.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the worst experiences ever.&lt;br /&gt;It was like opening pandora's box with a hammer and a wrench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it again, I got scolded in the car ride home.&lt;br /&gt;It was hell under 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was just gazing at the road hoping it would end,&lt;br /&gt;While listening to his painful words of dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;And his view of me.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most heart killing feeling every.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to cry but having no tears to spare.&lt;br /&gt;The touch of death without dying.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the feeling you get after you're an inch away from death, on a car ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words destroyed the way I looked at things.&lt;br /&gt;But ironicly ,&lt;br /&gt;It was just the kind of wake up call I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realize, I've been going the wrong direction for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems different.&lt;br /&gt;As cheesy and cliche as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home. Sitting on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, my mistakes, the solutions.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know my old self will come back.&lt;br /&gt;Saying it won't is like saying the world will come to peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need you, tell me if im getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;I might say thank you and say a sarcastic joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;I might hate you and scream the piss out of you.&lt;br /&gt;But, If I do, don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Because if i get back to this point,&lt;br /&gt;It would be oh so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sad story end's here..&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I need to fix my problems.&lt;br /&gt;Telling a sob story on my blog won't help  .&lt;br /&gt;So, I need a plan.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything i commit to never seems to stick.&lt;br /&gt;Stop cursing,&lt;br /&gt;Changing myself,&lt;br /&gt;Just everything in genaral,&lt;br /&gt;So i need more that a plan.&lt;br /&gt;I need a motivation for that plan.&lt;br /&gt;And motivation isn't just something like " for a good future"&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my future isnt a motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solutions for what i need to do seems so damn obvious.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't seem to commit.&lt;br /&gt;Its like trying to quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;You stop for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;And you back again on day 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I need to thank my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's the alarm for the wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;As many time as he kills me, in the end it makes my life better&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say i've every really hated him for doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to steal any parenting style.&lt;br /&gt;I would pick my dad's in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;As slick, painful and enjoyable it is.&lt;br /&gt;It make you realize, the essence of you mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Make's you go back to you roots,&lt;br /&gt;Make's you sane,&lt;br /&gt;Take's you back to the core of you.&lt;br /&gt;Brings you back to a point where you can truly go forward as a person.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you did,&lt;br /&gt;Its paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna try to fix myself.&lt;br /&gt;With a broken spirit and a bag full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8226500018445474342?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8226500018445474342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8226500018445474342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8226500018445474342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8226500018445474342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-speaks-words-of-things-getting-out.html' title='It speaks words of things getting out of hand.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6042988209483535084</id><published>2008-04-01T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:05:48.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Smacked With An Indian Gorl Club Holder By Krystin</title><content type='html'>Pfft, I had to read Jo's first whole tag.. to find out I had to do the second one,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; evilevil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real name: &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Julies, JuJube's ( Pronouced Ju-Ju-B's), Julizzle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Married: To Epiphone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female: Male, the last time i checked.&lt;br /&gt;High School: SMKDJ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak?: Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?: perfect timing.. NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself?: Other than the long neck, yeah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery: Never&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you see in the morning: My Dad? Normally my maid.&lt;br /&gt;Award: Erm? Lompat Kijang, Gangsa, MSSS?&lt;br /&gt;Sport You Join: Basketball, sofball,&lt;br /&gt;Vacation: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert: NONE!&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: KINDERGARTEN.! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating: On my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to: Learn a new song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Your Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want kids: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married:I guess?.&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind: Currently LAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses: Depends who you're getting them from&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller: Shorter&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: 60;40&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or loud: 55:45&lt;br /&gt;Troublemaker or Hesitant: Girl.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed A Stranger: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Bubbles: Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Lost Glasses/Contacts: Never had them.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home: Vivid thoughts of it.&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone younger: I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone older: doubt so&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone's heart: Seriously doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: For being to skilled.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: When i need to&lt;br /&gt;Miracles: Erm.. No.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus: You mean my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Magic: David blane can kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;Angels: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to be with right now?: Other than friends, I don't have the SUPER urge to..&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: I do NOT believe in god. Take that Mr Chuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who had the patience to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6042988209483535084?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6042988209483535084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6042988209483535084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6042988209483535084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6042988209483535084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-smacked-with-indian-gorl-club.html' title='I Got Smacked With An Indian Gorl Club Holder By Krystin'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8385951278256619399</id><published>2008-03-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:54:08.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Haircut.</title><content type='html'>Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;All the subs we're there, so we played music and games, danced silly.&lt;br /&gt;Best day of school this year.&lt;br /&gt;We played some dare games, I took out my shirt infront of the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo anyways....Other then the big stack of&lt;br /&gt;projectsandhomework.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going pretty good for me.&lt;br /&gt;But, I just don't feel..&lt;br /&gt;Amazing..&lt;br /&gt;I normally would.&lt;br /&gt;But, it just seems like that adrenaline high feeling isnt going to come.&lt;br /&gt;What's holding me back?&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to step back,&lt;br /&gt;Re-evaluate things.&lt;br /&gt;Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a topic blog,&lt;br /&gt;About music,&lt;br /&gt;So alot of my homeboys and shawtie's be bloggin bout their fix yo,&lt;br /&gt;Im talking bout the museek.&lt;br /&gt;And first of all i would like to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS EVERYONE LETTING THE RADIO CONTROL WHAT YOU LISTEN TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;They don't have the mind and will to look for their own music,&lt;br /&gt;Something that THEY like, Of their own.&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying the radio's play bad music,&lt;br /&gt;Im just saying, the radio's play what? maybe 30-40 songs?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might like a few of them,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think out of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MILLIONS &lt;/span&gt;of songs that are out there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think you'll find something better out of the millions then the 40's?&lt;br /&gt;Some people like, pop,&lt;br /&gt;Some like rock&lt;br /&gt;Some like Indie,&lt;br /&gt;Some like jazz&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, they don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;So, go,&lt;br /&gt;Find you're music,&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it better,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8385951278256619399?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8385951278256619399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8385951278256619399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8385951278256619399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8385951278256619399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-haircut.html' title='I Need A Haircut.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1905074470493522783</id><published>2008-03-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:54:15.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random posttt</title><content type='html'>Well first of all i would like to say, that MSSS is THE best camp ever.&lt;br /&gt;( Heard that skills camp ? )&lt;br /&gt;So lets continue with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ PATD's new albums gonna S-U-C-K           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New Personal Best, 5.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  i have a feeling unggul's gonna win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drop you're hearts,  find a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I probably should have asked for that tmn sea girl's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tmn sea girl broke Selangor record O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amplifiers on my left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder how tuners know which string is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im wearing stripped blue shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever since i lost my phone i've been texting alot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wouldn't you think that eye surgery in asia would be alot more popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a feeling Mr Kevin's not a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna go to a nuffnang party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eddie is gonna kill me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My guitar teacher is Eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I PRETTY DAMN SURE Mr Kevin's not a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder how many RPM my fan is spinning at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a 60 for BM. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mom bought a Honda city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA!! THEY PUT SPELL CHECK UNDER HAHA. BUT NOT HONDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ^ thats retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder if my furbie still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chee hoe or Iqbal? Clash of the titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My acoustic hasnt been played in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need new bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In MSSS i realized that people with good taste in music, are easier to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Experiment sponsored my, : ashruff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TEPUK TEPUK PETALING UTAMA * CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP * pause* CLAPCLAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My LV wallet is fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need an amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I should be sleeping. but. im not. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you know if you typed my URL as .blogpsot.com you get some christian bible thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- URL reminds me of TRL for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ohhh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- U.R.L - Universal ring lubricater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yay! i haven't said lol in this whole post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Xiann. Has just signed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A-STRID has just signed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They signed in TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder what tmn sea girl is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To krys, there something i might need to tell you , but chances are what i want to tell you might change frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont wanna see, " OMGOMG WHO'S TMN SEA GIRL " on my Cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im gonna do this every 10 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Next Random post at 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im at 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want a walkman phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heck, i want alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But most of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TAKE YOU TO A GAYYY BARRR GAYY BARR GAYBAR !!WOOOOHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Battery Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder if Asimo can play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THEY PUT SPELLCHECK ON ASIMO BUT NOT ON HONDA!! AHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My blog title is pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *blog title *, If my heart stop beating, It wont hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Only Paramore fan's will understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arent many homo's in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Missing Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've got a rocket in my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im lying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This post if W-I-E-R-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bet you all stopped reading by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SO HERE COMES!! THE JUICE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But chances are i will " Never Let This Go "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Again. Parawhores only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noots is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont wanna waste my time, being another casualty in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first thing i thought when my friend told me about g-mail i thought he was joking and told him, " wth? Gmail, G-string mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was std 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Std 5 was sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I barely talked in Std 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And a guy shit in his pants in std 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you wouldnt wanna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are American bands dominating the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are rappers even on CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They make nursery rhymes with cuss words and call it " Rap "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I knew nicole was gonna split from PCD and start solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think this shall end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1905074470493522783?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1905074470493522783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1905074470493522783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1905074470493522783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1905074470493522783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-posttt.html' title='Random posttt'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5743270780103120029</id><published>2008-03-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:17:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! 5 DAYS !!!</title><content type='html'>OKAY! MY CONTACTS ARE UPDATED!&lt;br /&gt;BERES!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. anyways. It looks like im not gonna be in school for the next.. 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, MSSD's been a bitch to my legs.&lt;br /&gt;I got this frekish cut from my spike shoes in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;But i dint feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I probably scrapped out my pain receptors or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After various observations and years of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I, Julian leong, admit that, I, have trouble talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOTAL SHIT IF I TRY TO START CONVERSATION.&lt;br /&gt;My conversational skills are close to 0 except on stuff like.&lt;br /&gt;erm. MSN, SMS, blogger, and well, people i know, well, guys i know.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I more talkative on these modes of conversation?&lt;br /&gt;I've spent alot of my time thinking about why.&lt;br /&gt;After something happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized that i'm not that great when talking with MY MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;So after a long hard think, a few possible reasons would probably be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The kind of stuff i say while talking on MSN, would sound AMAZINGLY .. ( erm, i think the most accurate word to describe this would be " So hai "). Yeah, I would sound like those idiots who you wanna slap after they talk to you for more that 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I've been relying too much on electronic devices to tell people what I wanna say. For example, oh, maybe, A BLOG. Which would make me reduce the amount of time i use my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Im just a little shy when talking to people i don't know. Thats explains itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. I don't talk to people unless, &lt;br /&gt;i) Im told to.&lt;br /&gt;ii) I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. I live on the concept " If you ain't got anything to say, Just don't say it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. My range of topic's to talk about is very limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and a whole lot of reasons I just cant think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the solution, A, D and E ain't much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that are killing me B, C and F. Especially C.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty hard to fight shyness.&lt;br /&gt;And for B, well, i dont have much of a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Because, outside school, its the only way to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, being a guy, it IS hard for me to talk to girls.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I speak for all guys,&lt;br /&gt;But, its the big kahuna of talking.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're a girl, and im not talking to you,&lt;br /&gt;And in some cosmic universe,&lt;br /&gt;You feel, uneasy? Discontented?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need to find that universe,&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, Im not talking to anyone else either.&lt;br /&gt;So I can forget about flirting anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think im full of bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;Think I talk more than an imploding donkey?&lt;br /&gt;Think I should host a TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me, &lt;br /&gt;If not, Think again.&lt;br /&gt;If you fit these criteria's&lt;br /&gt;Go read some kenny sia.&lt;br /&gt;i) Balauan&lt;br /&gt;ii) You start the conversations&lt;br /&gt;iii) Erm, you're...a guy&lt;br /&gt;iv) You play dota.&lt;br /&gt;v) You play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;vi ) Kok yu kane.&lt;br /&gt;And thats because its somehow easier to talk to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats mostly it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy talking,&lt;br /&gt;Because chances are i won't be a part of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5743270780103120029?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5743270780103120029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5743270780103120029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5743270780103120029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5743270780103120029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-days.html' title='!!! 5 DAYS !!!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6971524424708820309</id><published>2008-03-16T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:52.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three words: Indonesia, Guitar, RM700</title><content type='html'>And yes, the lack of updates were caused by my recent holiday in indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beautiful city of jogjakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90TONk784I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BoH2d490NH0/s1600-h/P1015648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90TONk784I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BoH2d490NH0/s320/P1015648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178316281429619586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to many historical place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90UUtk785I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q6GK-hmi0ag/s1600-h/P1015650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90UUtk785I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q6GK-hmi0ag/s320/P1015650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178317492610397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the beautiful language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90Vbtk786I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zSvDRUseyLE/s1600-h/P1015544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90Vbtk786I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zSvDRUseyLE/s320/P1015544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178318712381109154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe&lt;br /&gt;Don't be late behind the fenced structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got home.. I wanted to play a guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90ZAdk787I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Xgdf-odzoA/s1600-h/P1015693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90ZAdk787I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9Xgdf-odzoA/s320/P1015693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178322642276185010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D Chordd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90aMNk788I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1p_2sVeNADA/s1600-h/P1015695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90aMNk788I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1p_2sVeNADA/s320/P1015695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178323943651275714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chord. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no relations to akon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90bw9k789I/AAAAAAAAAFk/t1L8rD0jtI8/s1600-h/P1015696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90bw9k789I/AAAAAAAAAFk/t1L8rD0jtI8/s320/P1015696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178325674523096018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Cho...wait wait wait wait. Somethings. Not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I SEE IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;ITS ITS ITS!! THE GUITARR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EPIPHONE LES PAUL 10O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100         EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;                 EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;  EPIPHONE    LES    PAUL    10O&lt;br /&gt;                      EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;EPIPHONE                   LES                PAUL                      100&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rm 700 for a bag, strap and a .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EPIPHONE LES PAUL 10O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100         EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;                 EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;  EPIPHONE    LES    PAUL    10O&lt;br /&gt;                      EPIPHONE LES PAUL 100&lt;br /&gt;EPIPHONE                   LES                PAUL                      100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90eVdk78-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gPqO2tQaVdk/s1600-h/P1015697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90eVdk78-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gPqO2tQaVdk/s320/P1015697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178328500611576802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY! NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I EVER SEEN SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GUITAR!&lt;br /&gt;I've seen cool guitars.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Rockin' Guitars.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen P.I.M.P.I.N guitars.&lt;br /&gt;I OWN a BEAUTIFUL guitar.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90gJtk78_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZRjFJmmaJJw/s1600-h/P1015699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90gJtk78_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZRjFJmmaJJw/s320/P1015699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178330497771369458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd immagine what a bimbo photographer would take a pic like. * information about bimbo at yukanes blog. the post he camwhores *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90h0Nk79AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j_49Deg0gF0/s1600-h/P1015707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90h0Nk79AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j_49Deg0gF0/s320/P1015707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178332327427437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6971524424708820309?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6971524424708820309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6971524424708820309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6971524424708820309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6971524424708820309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-words-indonesia-guitar-rm700.html' title='Three words: Indonesia, Guitar, RM700'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R90TONk784I/AAAAAAAAAE8/BoH2d490NH0/s72-c/P1015648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-991893553685235654</id><published>2008-03-06T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:52.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump High, Look Up.</title><content type='html'>I've Got SOOO MUCH TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From BN Posters, ( We got the message after the first 1000 posters ), MSSD, Exams, Manga and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go through them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some photoediting with the BN logo.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont think i have enough time&lt;br /&gt;Soo anyway.. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" WELL OF COURSE ITS BALANCED, THERES NOTHING ON IT "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BD1wtjunI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-L-BLIHjEuI/s1600-h/Bn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BD1wtjunI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-L-BLIHjEuI/s320/Bn.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174710562736814706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BD1wtjunI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-L-BLIHjEuI/s1600-h/Bn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamest Editing job EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im not saying i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate what their doing to our country,&lt;br /&gt;Posters everwhere,&lt;br /&gt;Money well spent * giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BJxwtjuoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/paD_zK_xwIE/s1600-h/DAp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BJxwtjuoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/paD_zK_xwIE/s320/DAp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174717091087104642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how DAP reaches out to young voters.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of photo editing, heck,&lt;br /&gt;Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the commands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look Up, tengok bumbung tu "&lt;br /&gt;" Jump higher "&lt;br /&gt;" Bring your legs back "&lt;br /&gt;" Dah lupa dah"&lt;br /&gt;" Lift you're leg "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, MSSD was pretty interesting,&lt;br /&gt;Not as GRAND as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Its pure, hardcore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Board Stepping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leg Lifting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Donkey Imploding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very Leg Numbing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG JUMPING ACTION!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4632102901055311940-991893553685235654?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/991893553685235654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=991893553685235654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/991893553685235654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/991893553685235654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/jump-high-look-up.html' title='Jump High, Look Up.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R9BD1wtjunI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-L-BLIHjEuI/s72-c/Bn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3870756407357334377</id><published>2008-03-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:07:43.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMOO Barr HOMOO Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTN6Du3MCgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TAKE YOU TO THE HOMO BAR HOMO BAR HOMO BAR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say.. The video..&lt;br /&gt;Is a homo vidd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an actual song.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting really short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3870756407357334377?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3870756407357334377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3870756407357334377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3870756407357334377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3870756407357334377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/03/gayyy-barr-gayy-barr.html' title='HOMOO Barr HOMOO Barr'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7423475101601203728</id><published>2008-02-28T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:52:56.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you don't really know.</title><content type='html'>Aside from the 2 gold medals which i will take a picture of&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that that i got in MSSS after&lt;br /&gt;....4? 5? years.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Its like an empty void.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i need to study..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7423475101601203728?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7423475101601203728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7423475101601203728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7423475101601203728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7423475101601203728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-you-dont-really-know.html' title='Because you don&apos;t really know.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7116255953433594666</id><published>2008-02-23T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T06:53:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convinced me that i need you.</title><content type='html'>First off. I would like to reveal the NEW PANIC AT THE DISCO SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;Props to yu kane for putting it on imeem.&lt;br /&gt;But. I HAVE VIDEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.Odd. . In stores &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_25" title="March 25"&gt;March 25&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! at the disco has the wierdest video's i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;They like to wear maskss..&lt;br /&gt;Most people recognize P!ATD&lt;br /&gt;As the people who sang, I write sins not tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Thats of one WORST songs in the album.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the fact other people like it is influencing me.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Go check their old stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;Dont wait till the start playing on the radio again.&lt;br /&gt;Which I would NOT like to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd. Speaking of radio.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of a day.&lt;br /&gt;When will the radio actually play a song i like.&lt;br /&gt;Too much Sean kingston. Akon, T-pain, Will-i-am, and.. Nicole sherzinger..&lt;br /&gt;Its clogging up the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;I so sick of hearing " I neva found a loveee lovee, loveee like deezzz which wal make me rememba  bout ma middle school kizzz "&lt;br /&gt;But, FINALLY. A SONG I ACTUALLY LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL THIS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;I remember first hearing it while my dad was pumping air in his tyres..&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i said to myself was&lt;br /&gt;" Its like a girl version of nine in the afternoon. Only happier ".&lt;br /&gt;Normally i don't like these kinda songs.&lt;br /&gt;These kinda artist made a bad impression on me with Colbie Calilat.&lt;br /&gt;( which sounded odd because if a malaysian would pronounce it it would be colbie Ka-Li -Lat)&lt;br /&gt;Anywayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song i like is a love song.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;When i say that i mean&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sara+bareilles/track/love+song" title="'Sara Bareilles - Love Song' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Sara Bareilles - Love Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not my usuall choice.&lt;br /&gt;But. Its nice.&lt;br /&gt;try finding the version with just the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cooler..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7116255953433594666?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7116255953433594666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7116255953433594666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7116255953433594666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7116255953433594666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/convinced-me-that-i-need-you.html' title='Convinced me that i need you.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4490644627264884714</id><published>2008-02-19T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:47:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE DECIDED.</title><content type='html'>THE WHOLE WEEK OF CHINESE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;I MOST FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS WERE:&lt;br /&gt;What form are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most interested me about the 2nd question..&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;So technically it means,&lt;br /&gt;When i reach a certain point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Which is called Grown Up.&lt;br /&gt;I need too decide to be something.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;My mind is traveling wayy to far from the question.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;After a long hard think with a 5 hour drive from singapore to KL.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;My CURRENT ambition is to be a LAWYER.&lt;br /&gt;LAW.&lt;br /&gt;Undang-undang.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I capsed CURRENT because my ambition works with a system.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning if anything were to alter my thought of being a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;It CAN OR WILL change.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. a quick one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4490644627264884714?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4490644627264884714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4490644627264884714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4490644627264884714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4490644627264884714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-decided.html' title='I HAVE DECIDED.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1915366668290472891</id><published>2008-02-16T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T06:25:02.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhm..</title><content type='html'>So in singapore. It was amazingly boring.&lt;br /&gt;SO the main thing that took time away was my moms handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Inside has some music.&lt;br /&gt;So the bands that saved me are.&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the disco.&lt;br /&gt;Fall out Boy,&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf,&lt;br /&gt;John mayer.&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden liking for panic at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;Their songs NEVER get boring.&lt;br /&gt;And i've listen to their songs in a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Because i play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;It makes a WHOLE lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that interested me the most was.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar tone.&lt;br /&gt;Most noticeble in Camisado.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized.&lt;br /&gt;It is the act of RYAN ROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://believeinthedream.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/ryanross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 317px;" src="http://believeinthedream.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/ryanross.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that a beautiful guitar?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to search.&lt;br /&gt;I looked all over google.&lt;br /&gt;I would say it took me forever.. but. it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore,&lt;br /&gt;I behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gretschguitars.com/repository/gretsch/images/G6118_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 463px;" src="http://www.gretschguitars.com/repository/gretsch/images/G6118_md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The gretsch G118.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes the COOLEST tone i've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill for it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And other than that.&lt;br /&gt;DOESNT IT LOOK SO GODDAMN COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1915366668290472891?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1915366668290472891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1915366668290472891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1915366668290472891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1915366668290472891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/mmhm.html' title='mmhm..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8144225743899647979</id><published>2008-02-12T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T03:27:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless.</title><content type='html'>i wanted to upload some pictures, i wanted to blog about my point of view on what it would be like after someone dies.&lt;br /&gt;But, the reason i dont is because.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate myself .&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this though.&lt;br /&gt;It did not do it for the full intention of what i did.&lt;br /&gt;I did it like a rich kid stealing.&lt;br /&gt;For the thrill of doing something.&lt;br /&gt;But, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;I still. I cant live with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Talk, Study, eat even sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was so, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to another common daydream which i've been getting lately.&lt;br /&gt;suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you gotten this?&lt;br /&gt;I've got it like 3-4 times,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;My mind goes wild with this day dream.&lt;br /&gt;The one i had just now was me jumping from top floor of school.&lt;br /&gt;Around science period just now.&lt;br /&gt;I had a note in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I sent a letter to my parents, sister and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And i gave my guitar to weng wai.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. Mind goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;How many times would i have to think of suicide till i actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is always limitless.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times i do something,&lt;br /&gt;Theres ALWAYS something holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING really.&lt;br /&gt;From simply talking to a person.&lt;br /&gt;To jumping 3 stories,&lt;br /&gt;Theres always something stopping from always doing what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I personally hate this barrier.&lt;br /&gt;I think this barrier is a part of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Its the one keeping you from doing something your not.&lt;br /&gt;But by doing that, it holds you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, No matter how many times i think of doing something extreme, like drinking a poisoness liquid, Or stabbing myself, .&lt;br /&gt;( I think the most effective way of suicide is drinking some soft of liquid, No mess, Easy to obtain, Easy to do, )&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, i wont do it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8144225743899647979?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8144225743899647979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8144225743899647979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8144225743899647979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8144225743899647979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/pointless.html' title='Pointless.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6858673153247285203</id><published>2008-02-08T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:22:42.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now i only waste it dreaming of you.</title><content type='html'>Im blogging twice!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is in.. 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Means everyone has officially 120 hours to find a person to call their valentine.&lt;br /&gt;But, what does a valentine mean?&lt;br /&gt;Yukane got a cool post about it, the dr phil one.&lt;br /&gt;A valentine is most related to a heart &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And a heart usually signifies love.&lt;br /&gt;So by saying, I found my valentine,&lt;br /&gt;You MIGHT also mean,&lt;br /&gt;i found my love.&lt;br /&gt;So, valentine is a time to find love.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually quite confused to the consept of a valentine,&lt;br /&gt;What would a valentine mean to a person.&lt;br /&gt;Would it mean you love your valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it similar to asking someone to the prom?&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to love her, just go there with someone.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to polute my uncles laptop with history saying, "wikipedia:valentines" ..&lt;br /&gt;But, I've never had a valentine,&lt;br /&gt;So, i really dont know,&lt;br /&gt;Along with so many other questions,&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with your valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a time to admit to someone you feel something?&lt;br /&gt;Its there any comitment to that person AFTER valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;Right now i have no definition of what a valentine is.&lt;br /&gt;But, i read a really cool definition of love on mr kevin's blog ( my siviks teacher )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thinking of someone who you know doesn't have you in her thoughts. It's blocking her on MSN and resisting picking up your phone because you want to talk to her, see her, as much as you can. It's when you do the most stupidly heartbreaking things, when you wish desperately hard and swear to give up such-and-such, if only. You become the ultimate slave by your treacherous heart's own bidding. You're on a seesaw in an empty playground. Everything that you want to say or do echoes within the quiet walls of never-to-be.But then you wonder if you'd rather never have met this person. And you know the answer. And that's also when you realize something very important about yourself, something you'll always remember, something I can't exactly write about because then it would be lost. But you'll know it, I'm sure, because everyone I know who has loved and lost knows it. It's the big secret you'll never be able to spill because you never will find the words to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got it from someone elses blog. That is amazingly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i couldnt have wrote it better myself.&lt;br /&gt;Its SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard to talk.&lt;br /&gt;And evertime she says something back.&lt;br /&gt;I value it like gold.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel higher than any drug.&lt;br /&gt;It can keep me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;Its a curse,&lt;br /&gt;its a high,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it,&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps coming.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;And when she smiles,&lt;br /&gt;You put it in a safe and look at it every 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there.&lt;br /&gt;You wont know.&lt;br /&gt;But, i'll keep opening my safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6858673153247285203?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6858673153247285203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6858673153247285203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6858673153247285203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6858673153247285203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-used-to-waste-my-time-dreaming-of.html' title='I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now i only waste it dreaming of you.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7926939727581876912</id><published>2008-02-08T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:46:30.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore..</title><content type='html'>sorry for now updates..&lt;br /&gt;im in singapore..&lt;br /&gt;its pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;VERY BORING.&lt;br /&gt;its full of conversations between my mom and my aunties with the words.&lt;br /&gt;"Chai" and "girlfriend" and "sms" and "yao" and * woaaa* ( aunty whoa-ing sound )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daydream ALOT in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The most frequent one..&lt;br /&gt;Other than the one about, the girl * RNB music plays for 5 sec *&lt;br /&gt;Its the one about when i think about joshua's mom saying, something about how smsing makes ur english worse to joshua after he used bad english to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking.&lt;br /&gt;For most people our age.. if im not mistaken.. If you are reading this. you are around my age,&lt;br /&gt;And from what i know&lt;br /&gt;most people my age sms using dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;and when you use dictonary , you need to know the spelling of the word.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont. then you cant spell the word.&lt;br /&gt;So. STRUCTURLY speaking.&lt;br /&gt;sms, IMPROVES YOUR ENGLISH..&lt;br /&gt;What makes your parents think that smsing makes bad english is the fact that they DON'T use dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the situation where you see you're mom smsing without dictionary or.. your mom asks you to sms for her and you see that she types without dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;Then you feel obligated to teach your mom or dad to use dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Then you give then a short explaination. Then they say something like&lt;br /&gt;" nahh i dont understand it la" or " use without dictionary save space" ..&lt;br /&gt;So they think we're as dumb as they are and dont use dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about other stuff when i reach KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7926939727581876912?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7926939727581876912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7926939727581876912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7926939727581876912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7926939727581876912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/singapore.html' title='Singapore..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-569236580352168226</id><published>2008-02-01T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:16:58.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam sessions.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story about a 2 bassist, 2 guitarists,1 drummer, a vocalist, and 3 slackers..&lt;br /&gt;Named Liang, Ierfan, Dang, Julian, Jun wei, Adam, Weng wai, craig and shadat.&lt;br /&gt;In a location located near a starbucks, and the vocalist's fathers furniture shop.&lt;br /&gt;In a time set where the buddist bassist usually sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;2 guitars for the guitarists,&lt;br /&gt;A bass for the bassist to share,&lt;br /&gt;A mic for the man with the can opener sound as his vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;A drum set for the drummer to piss everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;And a keyboard loud enough to throw off our tempo for the slackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a land far far away. Uptown.&lt;br /&gt;And a place, if translated in english means... RootCulture.&lt;br /&gt;This is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JAM SESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The temporary adams band.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So i reach there at 9.15. and see weng wai and joshua.. and unggul girls. *shock*&lt;br /&gt;Then weng wai see's me.. and he follows me to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's all alone * shock*&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk towards 7 eleven.&lt;br /&gt;We saw craig,adam, jun wei and shadat.&lt;br /&gt;Then skip to the part where we take a cab to akarkarya.&lt;br /&gt;It was CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;MochaFrapp.. RM13.28.&lt;br /&gt;Studio rental for 2 hours. Rm. 75 ( Split.) = Rm10.&lt;br /&gt;We should have gone mamak.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+strokes/track/reptilia" title="'The Strokes - Reptilia' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Strokes - Reptilia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded so good. Almost orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting it to SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;As in SUCKK BADD.&lt;br /&gt;Like youtube song covers suck.&lt;br /&gt;And ashlee simsons suck.&lt;br /&gt;You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;But we played nice.&lt;br /&gt;Timing was the main problem.&lt;br /&gt;Adam sings to his own beat.&lt;br /&gt;I had one day to practice some really hard chorus..&lt;br /&gt;And dang had a solo.&lt;br /&gt;But we got the other parts nicely..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-569236580352168226?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/569236580352168226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=569236580352168226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/569236580352168226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/569236580352168226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/02/jam-sessions.html' title='Jam sessions.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4417788158747624497</id><published>2008-01-28T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:32:06.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I curse the day my dream became my decent.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the unupdatedness..&lt;br /&gt;Soo busy with scouts , homework , tuition. and putting up with my moms sleeping time..&lt;br /&gt;10.30 .. Pshhh..&lt;br /&gt;10 frekin 30..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;theres this kid in my van.&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to slap the shit outta that kid.&lt;br /&gt;He's scolding me because im eating my ice-cream slow.&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought he was an innocent random kid.&lt;br /&gt;But, he's really.. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;He was whacking me with a ruler the whole ride back.&lt;br /&gt;Ass..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4417788158747624497?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4417788158747624497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4417788158747624497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4417788158747624497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4417788158747624497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-curse-day-my-dream-became-my-decent.html' title='I curse the day my dream became my decent.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5744782339966286382</id><published>2008-01-18T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:34:47.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouraged.</title><content type='html'>It feels really discouraging..&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up..&lt;br /&gt;But theres one point i'll just go back to not giving up..&lt;br /&gt;Its like a cycle..&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt seem like anything good is gonna come out of this..&lt;br /&gt;Based on other people who's in a similar case as i am,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a mistake to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW... Its so hard to tell..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should stall..&lt;br /&gt;But.. that will just add to the damage..&lt;br /&gt;Slowly..&lt;br /&gt;Things were good at one point..&lt;br /&gt;But everythings gone downhill since then..&lt;br /&gt;Im at an all time low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun im not gonna tell you what this has anything to do with me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5744782339966286382?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5744782339966286382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5744782339966286382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5744782339966286382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5744782339966286382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/discouraged.html' title='Discouraged.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2863799632258307789</id><published>2008-01-14T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:01:22.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this..</title><content type='html'>Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you every daydreamt that you somehow found a way to make your favourite artist or band or whatever... NOT write a song of theirs that you like and write it for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Since you know the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;Thats probably one of my most constant daydreams..&lt;br /&gt;I know it sound wierd.&lt;br /&gt;But this is random post.&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it..&lt;br /&gt;SO I MEAN... THAT DAY DREAM HAPPENDS TO ME ALOTT...&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. Im in a band..&lt;br /&gt;And i write these supercool songs before taking back sunday... or... john mayer.. or panic at the disco.. do.&lt;br /&gt;Another constant daydream is the one with love in it..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just HATE love...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am begining to hate it..&lt;br /&gt;Ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you do.&lt;br /&gt;And limits what you can do..&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wanna stare at someone.&lt;br /&gt;Give you the urge to talk to someone but doesnt give you the balls.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you trip on your words..&lt;br /&gt;Makes you go on that persons blog, or friendster every 10 secs..&lt;br /&gt;And when you close it..&lt;br /&gt;You wanna go again..&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden your mind goes blank when you wanna talk,.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate it..&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the side effects.&lt;br /&gt;People say.. it makes you feel like you're flying..&lt;br /&gt;Or like lying on a cloud..&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;I think it makes you feel like a stalker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about stalkers..&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think stalkers No.1 tool is friendster.&lt;br /&gt;I mean..&lt;br /&gt;There's every basic detail..&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite music..&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME..&lt;br /&gt;That makes life a whole lot easier for stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;If i were to combine both of my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;What happens to stalkers when they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalkers x ( Love = stalkerness)&lt;br /&gt;= stalker x stalker&lt;br /&gt;= stalker to the power of 2.&lt;br /&gt;victim = screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lame had another name it would be julian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2863799632258307789?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2863799632258307789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2863799632258307789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2863799632258307789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2863799632258307789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this_14.html' title='I hate this..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-464907060925994755</id><published>2008-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:46:01.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-464907060925994755?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/464907060925994755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=464907060925994755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/464907060925994755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/464907060925994755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5687781072845980265</id><published>2008-01-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:14:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee.</title><content type='html'>Yay. January 10th.&lt;br /&gt;Very very fine day.&lt;br /&gt;It all starts off with me cooking french fries in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;As i turn on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Dang and jun wei entertain me..&lt;br /&gt;Then i uploaded me playing neon.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IYOeZdSTc_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IYOeZdSTc_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end you can hear my mom calling me to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then i got my bike.&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;I got my sim card back,.&lt;br /&gt;Number is still the same&lt;br /&gt;019-2395785&lt;br /&gt;and if you sms me put your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5687781072845980265?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5687781072845980265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5687781072845980265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5687781072845980265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5687781072845980265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/whee.html' title='Whee.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5742485239796178643</id><published>2008-01-06T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:47:32.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreams.</title><content type='html'>I Daydream.. ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;Its like.. I make a scenario. If i were do something.&lt;br /&gt;Then stuff will happen in my scenario land.&lt;br /&gt;As its sorta Thinking + daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;This kinda stuff can really entertain me for a whole period.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gettin alot of wierd ass dreams when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The most common one is the video of the indian people stealing my bike..&lt;br /&gt;ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Its like its all fast foward when their doing the distracting act..&lt;br /&gt;Then when the little kid rolls the bike away.&lt;br /&gt;It goes back to normal speed.&lt;br /&gt;Its like.&lt;br /&gt;A movie.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I need therapy now.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are more random then roulette.&lt;br /&gt;One time i dreaming i was going down long slides.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of lanes,&lt;br /&gt;With wrestlers.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how wrestlers came in..&lt;br /&gt;And other times i get dreams of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILLLL IM NOT DREAMING PORN!&lt;br /&gt;Its more like..&lt;br /&gt;things i would want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams probably stay dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is so fun..&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Its so.. REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like getting high without a pill.&lt;br /&gt;But, then there's like the 10% chance of a nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;I hate them..&lt;br /&gt;I got one last time.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR TO GOD EVERYTIME I TRIED TO SLEEP I HEAR SOMEONE SCREAMING IN MY EAR!&lt;br /&gt;I FCKIN HATE THAT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SAY SCREAM I MEAN LIKE..&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE A BANSHEE.&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR EARR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound abit retarded now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5742485239796178643?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5742485239796178643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5742485239796178643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5742485239796178643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5742485239796178643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/daydreams.html' title='Daydreams.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2932909150401815538</id><published>2008-01-05T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:13:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy.</title><content type='html'>As the sound of hands colliding blend with the sound of ticking clocks.   &lt;br /&gt;Footsteps of elders that threaten us but does no harm walks by,&lt;br /&gt;Gifts that represent one's accomplishments distribute,&lt;br /&gt;Starting a war that does no damage.&lt;br /&gt;Alas we hear the time for us to rise,&lt;br /&gt;And face the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting our alies, a friend to escape with,&lt;br /&gt;As some face the cold with no fear,&lt;br /&gt;Some dare not even to step on it.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling in uncertain directions, without knowing where to shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded escape we find, as everyone waits for their escape.&lt;br /&gt;From the dreaded place they've kept us waiting,&lt;br /&gt;A Riot of noise surrounds everyone, and escapes no one.&lt;br /&gt;As we wait  it out.&lt;br /&gt;For something better to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in such frail conditions,&lt;br /&gt;A familiar face, or two come about,&lt;br /&gt;Putting a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;A companion to wait with,&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, so does the cold.&lt;br /&gt;The fearless walk around with pride,&lt;br /&gt;As the ones in hiding escapes with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As equals we walk towards our salvation we cram in an uncomfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;With no more dexterity left,&lt;br /&gt;And none to spare.&lt;br /&gt;We just wait.&lt;br /&gt;As one by one, we go home,&lt;br /&gt;As one of the remainding, another asks,&lt;br /&gt;" Aren't you tired"&lt;br /&gt;As i reply with a quite but certain nod.&lt;br /&gt;And he replys&lt;br /&gt;I Am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And comes my time to depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going&lt;br /&gt;" WTFFFF???? IS THIS PIECE OF. "&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the 2nd day of school.&lt;br /&gt;To make things clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of us balau people play chi ku pak .. and that hand slapping game.&lt;br /&gt;teacher walks by and we stop, but he says, oh dont worry play on.&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts raining ..BADD.&lt;br /&gt;Then weng wai gives us this little elephant thing..&lt;br /&gt;A souvenir from thailand.&lt;br /&gt;And me and liang started playing miniature  dragonball&lt;br /&gt;So then teacher says, STARTT PACKING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet craig,and everyone else in the hallways&lt;br /&gt;we're like walking everywhere but we're not getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk to the canteen and its sooo crowded,&lt;br /&gt;So noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Then i see weng wai's face though the grill..&lt;br /&gt;then while waiting in the small pondok thing.&lt;br /&gt;I see adam and sandra,&lt;br /&gt;We talk about stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Then they chaoed.&lt;br /&gt;Then my van came.&lt;br /&gt;Then we squished in.&lt;br /&gt;Then this fat kid from puay chai who sits behind me asks me.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits,&lt;br /&gt;Riped from chapter 6 " 2nd day in school " Of Julian, The Untold story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2932909150401815538?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2932909150401815538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2932909150401815538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2932909150401815538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2932909150401815538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy.html' title='Rainy.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8744392916788220299</id><published>2008-01-02T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:10:19.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoppe! Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>So hows your new year? Bet'cha cant beat mine?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, it really depends on how u look at shit.&lt;br /&gt;I got my bike. Stolen!&lt;br /&gt;See? Im beating you guys already...&lt;br /&gt;NO! WAIT ! THERES MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is less hard hitting then the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Since i lost my bike.&lt;br /&gt;I was like  HEYY! WHY DONT I LOSE ANOTHER VALUBLE ITEM!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't at heart to.&lt;br /&gt;It was low batteries anyway..&lt;br /&gt;But! NO! MY STUPID SELF DID IT ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE NOKIA!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I bet that guys probably selling my handphone to a 2nd hand dealer right NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guy..&lt;br /&gt;He looked like a nice moraled, Old Malay man. Looked like he was on his way to his 60's&lt;br /&gt;But, as old as you maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I DOUBT THAT YOU COULDNT HEAR MY SUPER MARIO RINGTONE EH?&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLE TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;TILL MY BATTERY WENT FLAT!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I feel kinda guilty for blaming the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know, maybe its the fact that i lost many of my valubles,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was my fault, I din't read the, " please check for your belongings upon leaving" as many times as i called you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i tell you how some black asses jacked my bike?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;6-7 Indian boys saw a nice raleigh bike outside a cybercafe.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly they all PRETEND to look in, GENIUS RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;And then they bring the bike away.!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing i dint see your faces then right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Im sorry, you forgot to cover the CCTV outside dint you?&lt;br /&gt;And at 3.25p.m. !&lt;br /&gt;You sucessfully commited a crime,&lt;br /&gt;They dont look as dumb as they look..&lt;br /&gt;I mean.&lt;br /&gt;They can steal a bike,&lt;br /&gt;I bet they couldnt think of that in ocean's 13, did they?&lt;br /&gt;The MINUTE I TURN 18 IM GOING DOWN TO VOTE FOR MIC!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;GEE! AS IF MY DRY SICK MOUTH WASNT SICK ENOUGH ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;I guess like my bike's name, Its was " Destiny " or " Fate "&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB! NOW YOUR IN THE HANDS OF INDIAN HIJACKERS!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to " my fate/destiny "&lt;br /&gt;I am now deprived of my favourite mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;CYCLING!&lt;br /&gt;I cant say it not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I DID. NOT lock my bike.&lt;br /&gt;And it was ME who left the phone in the cab!&lt;br /&gt;So , IM TO BLAME!&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY FEELS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! Its been an interesting school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Getting, robbed TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;Thats they way to end it..&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU !&lt;br /&gt;TO HIJACKERS AND TAXI DRIVERS ALIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no1. - oldest guy who planned it,&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no 2 - covered the window.&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no 3 - covered the window.&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no 4 - covered the window.&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no 5 - covered the window.&lt;br /&gt;Indian guy no 6 - rolled the bike away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver - Dint pick up the call(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8744392916788220299?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8744392916788220299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8744392916788220299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8744392916788220299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8744392916788220299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoppe-happy-new-year.html' title='Whoppe! Happy New Year.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8013641979587939326</id><published>2007-12-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:51:16.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_z-shZL1KU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_z-shZL1KU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happens when one of the sexiest, flyest mother #@$%ers in the game, and kanye west"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda lame.. But i laugh oh so hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Go back and listen to daughters, Bitches. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8013641979587939326?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8013641979587939326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8013641979587939326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8013641979587939326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8013641979587939326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/hahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1816847434171438582</id><published>2007-12-29T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:22:50.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly I long for you, my only love</title><content type='html'>A screamo love song? Thats new..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've been experimenting with various music genre's this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Screamo, Instrumental, Jazz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do for Chrismas?&lt;br /&gt;I went to 1u.&lt;br /&gt;With my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Its the saddest Chrismas i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Supermarkerts arent the best place to be on Chrismas.&lt;br /&gt;But, i dont really have a say in it.&lt;br /&gt;I've got really wierd presents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chelsee pencil box, mug, Waterbottle, notebook, watch, GSC movie pass and a Fake( I think ) LV wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about chrismas, how about new year.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your new year revolution?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is to use less of the word lol.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've used it too much .&lt;br /&gt;Even when its not relevant.&lt;br /&gt;And, it doesnt cary much meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Along with Haha, Lmao, Roflolmao, ........ and swt and all other emoticons like =p, XD etc.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESSS accompanied with words that contain meaningful content.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Its still 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I need to enjoy while i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO!  &lt;br /&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK LOUDER!&lt;br /&gt;I realize that i always speak very softly when i talk to people. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what my mommy tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i want the passion to play guitar again.&lt;br /&gt;Im losing it abit.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been playing the same song for too long..&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how long, how long, how long.. I can play it before i quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Section..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they get the colour toothpaste out of the tube the same color...EVERYTIME!!&lt;br /&gt;This gets me alot..&lt;br /&gt;Even though i use white toothpaste..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they use some sort of coloring tip at the end of the tube..&lt;br /&gt;But.. If so. I think the colour would potentially stain your teeth..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Section End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this one revolution. I keep it every year.&lt;br /&gt;Its the constant one.&lt;br /&gt;Its..&lt;br /&gt;LEARN CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;I never get that one done..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1816847434171438582?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1816847434171438582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1816847434171438582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1816847434171438582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1816847434171438582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/suddenly-i-long-for-you-my-only-love.html' title='suddenly I long for you, my only love'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6227776795805947365</id><published>2007-12-23T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:54.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song For No One.</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time, right?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I was at Ipoh then prince hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool seeing ee ee and ee chong again after 2 years..&lt;br /&gt;The prawn still taste amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The fish was nice.&lt;br /&gt;So was one of the waitresses. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase you dont know, who ee and ee chong is.&lt;br /&gt;They are my aunt and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Im quite sure that ee ee is not how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;But if you were to pronounce it.&lt;br /&gt;It would be EE.&lt;br /&gt;Same with my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjung tualang.&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to go there look for the seafood restaurant at the corners.&lt;br /&gt;The other small ones which say.&lt;br /&gt;" BERHAWA DINGIN ".&lt;br /&gt;They suck.&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to ee and ee chong for me.&lt;br /&gt;I think ee cheong is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Ah Kims house..&lt;br /&gt;My moms.. err. Something la.&lt;br /&gt;She took care of my mom when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;Coolest person her age.&lt;br /&gt;She has a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it only comes in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE PICTURES ! Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29HDqWh-oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xD5rNOEcJr4/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29HDqWh-oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xD5rNOEcJr4/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411027341736578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kims House.&lt;br /&gt;Its small but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29GLaWh-nI/AAAAAAAAACw/FHZnhrNwEdk/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29GLaWh-nI/AAAAAAAAACw/FHZnhrNwEdk/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410060974094962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moms K800i is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29IJaWh-pI/AAAAAAAAADA/jcJqxRYZ4hs/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29IJaWh-pI/AAAAAAAAADA/jcJqxRYZ4hs/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147412225637612178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GAMEBOY! Its almost tradition to bring it everytime i go down to ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29JUaWh-qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oy04tceP1W0/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29JUaWh-qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oy04tceP1W0/s320/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147413514127800994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29JUaWh-qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oy04tceP1W0/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;Right! So your names i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29JUaWh-qI/AAAAAAAAADI/oy04tceP1W0/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;s ASHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29KdKWh-rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rDQjcnbUUSQ/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29KdKWh-rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rDQjcnbUUSQ/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147414763963284146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentos without the tos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29LhqWh-sI/AAAAAAAAADY/67-BG-vNfIQ/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29LhqWh-sI/AAAAAAAAADY/67-BG-vNfIQ/s320/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415940784323266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever do write a book. This will be the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29M0aWh-tI/AAAAAAAAADg/h0ISKGF_s6g/s1600-h/julian+untold+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29M0aWh-tI/AAAAAAAAADg/h0ISKGF_s6g/s320/julian+untold+story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147417362418498258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,, Then after that we left in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;My mom took back some plants.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed stuff when i was going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Internet.&lt;br /&gt;And people.&lt;br /&gt;At night ryan smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;We got really lame ..&lt;br /&gt;And started making your momma so fat jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Are we getting free text books next year? Did you buys yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian:Nope. I think we are. I asked the guy at the books shop and he said we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: And ya i cannot play dota cause i deleted mine by accident and i am lazy to install it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan: So you dun hav to worry about me whooping ur ass and ur so afraid of me? What level are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: Level 7. I think my new tag line is. Julian. Proudly whooping ryans ass since 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Oh yeah, well your momma so old that her milk turned to powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: Your momma so stupid she stole free samples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Hey, that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: You so ugly when the doctors delived you they said to your parents " he's expired "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:Oh yea? ur so ugly when the doctor was using the ultrasound to see if it a boy or a girl the doctor could not confirm. In fact, he still cant confirm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: You so white, when you stand next to kanye west you make him look like kanye east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Ur so white. when you stand next too shawn wayans u make him look like some white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: You so stupid when you picked up 50 cent's album you thought 50 cents was the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Okay where the hell do you get all these comebacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: I just make them up. Oh yea, you so stupid. when you saw 50 cents album title, Bulletproof.. you tried shooting the cover with a gun to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega childish. But fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back i tried my drive by photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was going wayyy past 100 km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29SPaWh-wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tZ8JfP0F2Ho/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29SPaWh-wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tZ8JfP0F2Ho/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147423323833105154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29S9qWh-xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vodgo7Mi2bI/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29S9qWh-xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vodgo7Mi2bI/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424118402054930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was 1 ever 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29TrKWh-yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TTMTX8ufKPU/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29TrKWh-yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TTMTX8ufKPU/s320/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424900086102818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29UpKWh-zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/h3Pboes4TPk/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29UpKWh-zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/h3Pboes4TPk/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147425965237992242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres are dozens more but im lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 hours after that my dad takes me to prince hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do there.. i won like 10 bucks&lt;br /&gt;in blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6227776795805947365?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6227776795805947365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6227776795805947365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6227776795805947365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6227776795805947365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-song-for-no-one.html' title='A Love Song For No One.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkYbkKRwzv4/R29HDqWh-oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xD5rNOEcJr4/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8284253752056955805</id><published>2007-12-11T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:40:59.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been trying.</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I feel so many emotions at the same time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.&lt;br /&gt;dark.unsocial.stressed out.lil bit heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still smile.&lt;br /&gt;At least i try.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and got ready for 1u today..&lt;br /&gt;It started at 12 but i reached about 11.15.&lt;br /&gt;So i was walking round 1u for like 45 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Bought a guitar string.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A Guitar string.&lt;br /&gt;Which means 1.&lt;br /&gt;Mine broke.. AGAIN. In the same week,&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing like mad when it broke the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;And i said a pretty solid F@#K when it broke the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;If it breaks this time im gonna be PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to get movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;The Heart Break Kid.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Within the 1st 5 seconds of the show.&lt;br /&gt;One of the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So when's the last time you've crushed some ______"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna say it.&lt;br /&gt;Spoils the movie.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while we were walking.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly siew ho tried to pull down my pants&lt;br /&gt;followed by a huge " Tread just broke " sound.&lt;br /&gt;And a button on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought a present for Alexei.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to get him something..&lt;br /&gt;And buy some deodorant together with the present..&lt;br /&gt;I dont think we did.&lt;br /&gt;He needs some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my dads office.&lt;br /&gt;Used the computer for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Watching youtube and playing flash games..&lt;br /&gt;Then after the meeting we went down to a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody high class..&lt;br /&gt;The don't just give a plate with your food and go.&lt;br /&gt;They put the food ON YOUR PLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bill they showed..&lt;br /&gt;They should have been putting it in our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;RM617.&lt;br /&gt;for 8 people..&lt;br /&gt;you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is easily the most boring post..&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the other days..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Thats how boring.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I feel abit random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of how in the world they came up with the word myspace..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. My space..&lt;br /&gt;Consist of My - and space.&lt;br /&gt;I mean..&lt;br /&gt;The name Friendster fits the service that their giving.&lt;br /&gt;But.. MYspace?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds.. Wierd..&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like an online shopping website..&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. If u look at it..&lt;br /&gt;My, space..&lt;br /&gt;Its would make sense if it was your space.&lt;br /&gt;And u do whatever in your space..&lt;br /&gt;And people could visit Yourspace..&lt;br /&gt;If they wanted to use the word space.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDNT THEY THINK FOR YOURSPACE!#!@&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it fits better.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. Its YOUR space..&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;That wont work..&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna tell your friend that ur gonna upload a photo.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably say something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Im gonna upload it on my Yourspace "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt sound right.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Im gonna upload it on my Myspace "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound amazing either..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get this off my chest&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you people reading probably have astro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Animax commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slam dunk one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8284253752056955805?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8284253752056955805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8284253752056955805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8284253752056955805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8284253752056955805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-trying.html' title='I&apos;ve been trying.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8881531733013472131</id><published>2007-12-09T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:55:14.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Specials : Events.</title><content type='html'>2007. Full of AMAZING people, events, and a whole lotta other shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things i remembered. And important to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Days of school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Now i do. We lined up in the hot sun in the pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting all the guys near the poles.&lt;br /&gt;They were like " Why you so tall wan ?! "&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into our lines, Then i remember hearing we got pn. Siva as our class teacher&lt;br /&gt;Siew ho was like " Shitt wei, Puan siva wei..."&lt;br /&gt;Julian was saying " She strict arr "&lt;br /&gt;He replied " Dunno.. "&lt;br /&gt;In a LMAO voice julian said. " Then why you so pissed? "&lt;br /&gt;When we got back in class we met Aaron at aidan.&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember doing OPSME?&lt;br /&gt;Orientation Program for Science and Mathematics in English&lt;br /&gt;Or somthing like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at first glance we HATEDDD&lt;br /&gt;Sathya Bama..&lt;br /&gt;I told weng wai I hated sathya bama .&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like.&lt;br /&gt;She okay wad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Weng wai, Craig, Joshua, Siew ho, Sandra, Krystin, all Bloody hated sathya.&lt;br /&gt;Names like sate bakar, Sohai Bugger, And the one my sister made up, Satria Bumper.&lt;br /&gt;We need a new school motto.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smkdj, Making lame names for teachers we hate in all languages, Proudly Bitchin Since 2007"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time we got too screwed up and made an Anti-Sathya Bama club on friendster. Then Siew ho ran all the way to the pay phone just to call krystin and disband the group. It was like a Tv drama. Siew ho gave krystin his password..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to listen. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that was that time&lt;br /&gt;I MADE IT IN MSSD! W00t FOR THE 1st TIME! LONG JUMP .&lt;br /&gt;I went something like 4.8*m&lt;br /&gt;SOO CLOSE TO MAKING IT IN MSSS!&lt;br /&gt;Ersyad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all came to school super early to walk to krystin's house..&lt;br /&gt;Me,weng,Kai liang and siew ho went to krystins house to say our good bye's&lt;br /&gt;At krystin's house we met , Cheetara, Sereena, Alicea, Sandra, Jun wei, Daniel and alot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;I remember leaving krystin house.&lt;br /&gt;Then McD Deliver came..&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we saw CS and he didn't know where's krystins house..&lt;br /&gt;So as a lame excuse to go back in we said we were taking CS there..&lt;br /&gt;We did loads of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think now..&lt;br /&gt;The vid sandra put on her blog, about the fucked up malaysian democracy..&lt;br /&gt;Got me really distracted..&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna watch summore..&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish up some other day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8881531733013472131?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8881531733013472131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8881531733013472131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8881531733013472131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8881531733013472131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-specials.html' title='2007 Specials : Events.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-349835526088724728</id><published>2007-12-08T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:48:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 specials: Music</title><content type='html'>I wanted to end this year with a conclusion of every i guess. So I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call them SPECIALS.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was an AMAZING year for music.&lt;br /&gt;Bands/Artist/Groups/People such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;Circa Survived&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Saosin&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Among the Bands Who Made It In My Music Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The good one's atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since its a Very short list i'll talk about them 1 by 1.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Seconds To Mars. Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Guys are the people who introduced me to a genre of music i dint know of. Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;YEAHP! Jarred Letto  started screaming . And i listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;The Kill.&lt;br /&gt;Attack&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio. Old fasion rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dont know much about these guys. But they pioneered the way for artist such as Fall out boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Hatin Every Minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa Survived. Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate saosin but i love circa survived. If hear anyone saying that. Slap them. Because the previous singer for saosin is now the singer of circa survived. If you like saosin you'd like these guys. Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Act Appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf. Screamo/ Goth Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another screamo? Whoa. I think i like screamo abit. Dont you think. But this aint no ordinary screamo band. The lead singer is a GIRL! SO ITS GIRL SCREAMO! WEEEEEEE!!!!!! ( Sorry for the WEEEEE and the caps lock ). Yeah. She amazing live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution:&lt;br /&gt;Too dark for little kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Fully Alive&lt;br /&gt;All around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World. Punk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're kinda ...Dead. havent produced an album since .. forever. But their old ones are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Kill&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;Blues/ Jazz / Adult Contempary / Easy Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy produces THE BEST TABS FOR SONGS . If that was music category im sure he'd win.&lt;br /&gt;When you see him live he'll pop out solo's like a magician pulls bunnies from a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Neon&lt;br /&gt;Why Geogia&lt;br /&gt;Belief&lt;br /&gt;Stop This Train&lt;br /&gt;Heart Of Life&lt;br /&gt;Bold As Love.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse. Slow rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are okay. Worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;You and Me&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment ( DUH )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;Gothic Rock/Emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clear this up for you. MCR aint emo. At least to my definiton.. haha.. Their okay. Im sure you've heard of them. If you havent go buy a radio. It will do you some good. Thier new ones are okay. But their old ones are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;The sharpest lives&lt;br /&gt;Helena&lt;br /&gt;Im not okay&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAMORE!&lt;br /&gt;Punk Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of emo band after another emo band? You're orange haired female lead vocalist prayers has been answered. And did i mention. She's ^$%$ing good live. Good enough to make me sensor out the naughty language. hahaa.. And their music. Its like a girl panic at the disco. Girls are pretty.. So i guess their music must be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Everygoddamntrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saosin.&lt;br /&gt;Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its circa survived twin brother. Go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepers&lt;br /&gt;Seven years&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Screamo + punk + rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Adam lazzara and fred macherino. If one of them were a girl im sure they would do pretty well.. Sadly fred is leaving taking back sunday. Open your ears , you wont be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the songs i liked were:&lt;br /&gt;Also all the goddamn tracks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-349835526088724728?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/349835526088724728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=349835526088724728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/349835526088724728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/349835526088724728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-specials-music.html' title='2007 specials: Music'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2225622099866223182</id><published>2007-12-06T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:52:02.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Everyone Belives.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about something else then i heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BELIEF - JOHN MAYER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I put it at the side there. Go listen.&lt;br /&gt;When the drums start coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Thats when the MEGA SEXY GUITAR RIFT COMES IN!&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HEAR IT!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;DOOP DOOP. Doo dee, doo dee, doot doot, BOOP BOOP.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN! THATS SO GODDAMN AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;I just came by to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s I know i don't sound like myself but super nice guitar rifts make me go that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2225622099866223182?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2225622099866223182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2225622099866223182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2225622099866223182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2225622099866223182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-everyone-belives.html' title='Yeah, Everyone Belives.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6478425719068254049</id><published>2007-12-05T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:42:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Highways and Jumping Bicycle Parks</title><content type='html'>What does the title have to do with anything?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 or 3 days after cooking semi burnt chicken. Me, kai Liang, yu kane set out on a quest.&lt;br /&gt;Such a quest which requires preserverance, courage, and a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;We had to survive, BLAZING hot suns, consuming sea's where many have drowned and a whole mug of A&amp;amp;W rootbeer.&lt;br /&gt;Such a quest based on a quote: " Heyy, wanna cycle to OU? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think i exaggerated a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! so the route for me was, Subang-&gt;taman Mayang-&gt; aman suria-&gt; tropicana-&gt;1u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. We all met at yu kanes house. In Mayang.&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to aman suria.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a 7-11. So I bought a gatorade and a green tea. Healthy eh?&lt;br /&gt;Kane and Liang bought.. nyam nyam..HAAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then.. We were sorta lame. We raced there&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we potong someone we did lame sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Like " WOOOSHH"&lt;br /&gt;Then we would look at the person we potong and do a lala pose.&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and spanked my ass while saying , eat this.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we reached one-u we saw this god awesome cycling ramp.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with ALOT of scars.&lt;br /&gt;A broken bicycle part.&lt;br /&gt;ALOTTTTT OF Groin and ass injuries.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried calling weng wai and joshua.&lt;br /&gt;But weng wai is in his hometown&lt;br /&gt;And joshua's at genting.&lt;br /&gt;So we just went straight to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized. Only yu kane brought a bicycle lock.&lt;br /&gt;We were finding way on how to lock it.&lt;br /&gt;Kai liang has the picture on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it from him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached one-u. We just walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we would see someone.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about the ramps and how it would be cool if we had a skateboard of something&lt;br /&gt;Then a lady in a wheelchair passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we talked about next.&lt;br /&gt;We ate some A&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;And how we would used to go there when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;And during birthday parties, the huge bear thing would comeout and sing happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Yukane was left with around 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. we played pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me v.s kai liang = winner kai liang ( I MISSED THE LAST SHOT...! )&lt;br /&gt;Me v.s yu kane = Me!&lt;br /&gt;Liang and kane = kai liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 6 balls left from saving balls before they went in the hole..&lt;br /&gt;so we played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.vs liang vs yu kane = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. we decided to leave then we walked past this doughnut store.&lt;br /&gt;Big apple something. So with the extra 2 bucks yu kane had.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to buy a doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way back we went past kai liangs apartment&lt;br /&gt;He said the magic words.&lt;br /&gt;" theres a swimming pool "&lt;br /&gt;So WEEEE! WE SWAM!&lt;br /&gt;We saw this couple. ready to. erm. do something.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came in and spoilt it.&lt;br /&gt;So then this kid came in with a super pain watergun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i said " blazing hot sun and seas and stuff." i wasnt joking. Hot sun and swimming pool.WHOAAA! LAMEEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about today. Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-6478425719068254049?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6478425719068254049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6478425719068254049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6478425719068254049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6478425719068254049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/crossing-highways-and-jumping-bicycle.html' title='Crossing Highways and Jumping Bicycle Parks'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8333348841921102449</id><published>2007-12-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:42:40.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Wierd, Here's Proof.</title><content type='html'>After going out the whole day&lt;br /&gt;I reach the comfort of my bed..&lt;br /&gt;I try.. But i cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;So i say to myself " I wanna make some chicken "&lt;br /&gt;So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs, poured the oil and realized..&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, i dont think i have enough oil..&lt;br /&gt;But i did. So Put the chicken in.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting the it started sticking to the pan..&lt;br /&gt;I was like SHIITT? OIL NOT HOT ENOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Btw. this was at 2.30- 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Then i look down.. NO FIRE! AHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;But it was sizzling.. aha..&lt;br /&gt;Then the wierd part. I was thinking..&lt;br /&gt;If humans were reborn into other living creatures..&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't the most cruel, evil, people be reborn into a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its a hard life.. I mean.. YOU"RE ALWAYS NAKED!&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you're on TV like the cooking channel..&lt;br /&gt;And stuff like that.. Then you BURNNED in hot water while people tear out your feathers.&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU GET SLAUGHTERED!&lt;br /&gt;Then you get wrapped in a piece of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;With Styrofoam on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;On ICE!&lt;br /&gt;Just to wait and see who buys you..&lt;br /&gt;Then you get put in a FREEZER!&lt;br /&gt;Then you get dipped in like a 1000 Degrees of BURNNING hot oil.&lt;br /&gt;Then you get digested by stomach asids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Gotta suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then half way thought i said to myself.. Other animals get it hard too..&lt;br /&gt;Like pigs, and cows.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! cows and pigs are off limits to certain people.&lt;br /&gt;And chicken is eaten by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're a malay or something like hindu.(  racial content begin )&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you did something bad you'll probably be reborn as something against your race..&lt;br /&gt;Sadam is probably my dog. Probably why he likes that toy i bought him. Looks like a grenade.&lt;br /&gt;The day sammi vellu dies im gonna order a shitload of beef.  ( racial content end )&lt;br /&gt;So by the time i finished thinking this stuff up i said..&lt;br /&gt;Heyy! this is something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized my chicken is gonna burn..&lt;br /&gt;So i took it out..&lt;br /&gt;It was mega-dry. deep fried.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER COOKED IN MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty cool band.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S AMAZING LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Someone who could possibly compete with hayley williams.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, the world won't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEON! ALMOST THERE! 1st RIFT! Like.. 7 MORE TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sammi vellu supporters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8333348841921102449?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8333348841921102449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8333348841921102449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8333348841921102449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8333348841921102449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-wierd-heres-proof.html' title='Im Wierd, Here&apos;s Proof.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1855515433429438250</id><published>2007-11-29T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:05:23.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BISSMILAHH NOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>As I was scroling my music library i went past Nivana, Panic! at the disco, Paramore, Pink, plain White t's.. Then i saw .. " Queens " then i click BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY!  This song.. My dad's favourite band.. Their pretty good..Their like panic! at the disco with heavier guitars. they lyrics so random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listened closely you can hear one part, " BISMILAH NO! We will not let you go! LETT MEE GO! gahhh here's the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real life-&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide-&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see-&lt;br /&gt;Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-&lt;br /&gt;Because Im easy come,easy go,&lt;br /&gt;A little high,little low,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama,just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,&lt;br /&gt;Mama,life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo,&lt;br /&gt;Didnt mean to make you cry-&lt;br /&gt;If Im not back again this time tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late,my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine-&lt;br /&gt;Bodys aching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-&lt;br /&gt;Galileo,galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo galileo&lt;br /&gt;Galileo figaro-magnifico-&lt;br /&gt;But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-&lt;br /&gt;Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity-&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go let me go&lt;br /&gt;No,no,no,no,no,no,no-&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die-&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really interesting, because no verse repeats itself.. means there's no real chorus.. Then it starts off like a blues song.. Then a heavy sad song.. Then there's this killer solo.. And after that there's this.. really wierd random part.. then it has this rebellious feel after the random part.. GAHHH!# GO LISTEN! ITS RIGHT THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1855515433429438250?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1855515433429438250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1855515433429438250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1855515433429438250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1855515433429438250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/bissmilahh-noooooooooo.html' title='BISSMILAHH NOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4824043740936489048</id><published>2007-11-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:00:15.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hentam-ed.</title><content type='html'>After tuition yesterday i went to play basketball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to play basketball..&lt;br /&gt;..i just sneezed my impact mint out..&lt;br /&gt;ANYYWAYY.. After basketball my mom picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;Then we reach home..I CANT FIND MY HANDPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my mom asks me to go back to the court..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip there and back was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are too absent minded, be more presnt-minded" x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" See i know one " x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is why u dont need such an expensive phone "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When you lose your phone, Its not your hassle , we have to call the phone company, cancel the sim card .. Its hassling for us. " x 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Always zipp your bag, this is how things get lost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" See, your father probably calling you now "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You dont appreciate it because its not your money, next time buy your own phone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It cost MONNEY, Although its your fathers money, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This and so much more.. She managed to lecture me for 20 minutes staight..&lt;br /&gt;Its like she has this list..&lt;br /&gt;She can do it for HOURSS.. HOURSS!&lt;br /&gt;She can make me and my sister cry.. AT THE SAME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;And STILL CONTINUES TO SCOLD!@&lt;br /&gt;AND IT GETS WORSE WHEN WE CRY!&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying its not my fault.. IT IS! I know.. I dropped my phone..&lt;br /&gt;I take full blame for that..&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant handle my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - sorry for making you read crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4824043740936489048?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4824043740936489048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4824043740936489048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4824043740936489048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4824043740936489048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/hentam-ed.html' title='Hentam-ed.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-9177927829168775136</id><published>2007-11-24T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T08:18:01.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel lightheaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="written"&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;List down 8 Facts about yourself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(1) Fall Out Boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the EMA's that day and fall out boy was nominated for best rock group. So then a HUGEE title came out and it said " Fall Out BoyS?! I really get pissed when people call them fall out boysssss.. Its fall out boy.. because by saying fall out boys. you're saying that the name of the group is fall out.. thats just stupid.. fall out boy is a name by itself. its not fall out - boys... the word boy does not refer to the members in fall out boy.. its just a name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(2) I love the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE IT?! its the most coolest most fun thing wood and metal can make.. I love her.. Des.. I can hold her all day and never get bored. She can make the most beautiful sounds.. Its her.. My guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(3) Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hair get too long it pokes my eyes and give me eye allergies.. How random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(4) Sports &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball,  football, running,  screaming.. I do it all!.  AND I LOVE IT! ! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(5) Food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Food, keeps me from waking up at 1 a.m and making a bowl of maggi mee.. I eat alot.. But it all comes out in the form of a very unpleasant brown substance. thanks to random fact number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(6) Phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nokia 2600.. drop count :3435124123++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(7)Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think their green for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(8) Kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's SET! IF I HAVE A GIRL IM GONNA NAME HER ROXANNE. I love that name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag : Chris, tina, mark, marcus, daniel, dan , anthony,  tony,  and you.&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/4632102901055311940-9177927829168775136?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9177927829168775136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=9177927829168775136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/9177927829168775136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/9177927829168775136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-lightheaded.html' title='I feel lightheaded'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-741015883435614206</id><published>2007-11-23T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:22:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Bike?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do.. Its THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVERR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was heaps of fun.. I cycled.. to TROPICANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea, I live in subang..&lt;br /&gt;Near that old airport..&lt;br /&gt;Is your mind going WTF SO FAR??&lt;br /&gt;If you are then.. well.. you are.&lt;br /&gt;But let me clear this confusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycle from subang to taman mayang?&lt;br /&gt;that takes 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from taman mayang to Aman Suria.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from Aman Suria to tropicana&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total= 25 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between tropicana and aman suria theres this junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cycle to almost anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i woke up then alexei came to my house..&lt;br /&gt;He want to learn guitar.&lt;br /&gt;So i teach him..&lt;br /&gt;He cant even remember G chord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i started cycling to Riana Greens..&lt;br /&gt;There i met Kitson ( dumbass guy )..&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited.. Then Eric ( err.. hot guy? )  came...&lt;br /&gt;So then we play football around the apartments.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the place where we wanted to play football.&lt;br /&gt;We saw this lady.. Then Kitson said,&lt;br /&gt;" That day weibin came my apartment, then we had a binoculars.. So then we saw that lady changing then when she took out her bra we saw her breast"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! horny little kids..&lt;br /&gt;So we play football while waiting for Ersyad..&lt;br /&gt;When Ersyad came we started walking to tropicana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bloody long walk and Kitson losing his sunglasses,&lt;br /&gt;We reached at the bigg archway. " Tropicana Golf Club "&lt;br /&gt;Soo then we  had a talk with the guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Kau nak pergi ke mana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitson: Ke country club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Kau dari mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitson: Riana Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: EHH, dari riana green tak boleh masukk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitson: Oh, kami nak jumpa kawan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Suruh dia datang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes of standing outside the arch thingg.&lt;br /&gt;And asking each other, Eh u know anyone who stay in tropicana. And calling friends..&lt;br /&gt;We asked the other guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Nak ke mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitson: Main Futsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Masukla, Jauh tau, hati-hati bila jalan.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that other fat guard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, then we had another bloody long walk..&lt;br /&gt;Its like we were walking past all the hugeee houses..&lt;br /&gt;And when we reach there, we wanted to swim&lt;br /&gt;But we had to register. To do that.. We had to pay Rm10?!&lt;br /&gt;EACH?!@#@$#$%#&lt;br /&gt;So we wanted to play pool first..&lt;br /&gt;So we were seaching for the pool table..&lt;br /&gt;After 20 minutes of searching we realized that it was 18+ only&lt;br /&gt;So then we waited for yung sern&lt;br /&gt;When he came we decided to pay 10 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;We smuggled eric in because he didnt have enough money..&lt;br /&gt;We went to the swimming pool and played monkey..&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in the japanese spa..&lt;br /&gt;Its just a hot jacuzzi ..&lt;br /&gt;Then the steamroom..&lt;br /&gt;There was a big sign saying.&lt;br /&gt;" Do not pour too much water into the hot rocks as it may spoil the heating element"&lt;br /&gt;And to kitson and eric it means,&lt;br /&gt;" Pour the whole damn bucket of water inside "&lt;br /&gt;It was soo hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we walked out to the main road and took a cab to riana greens..&lt;br /&gt;And got my bicycle,&lt;br /&gt;And cycled back.&lt;br /&gt;The best part about cycling back from somewhere far is going back&lt;br /&gt;There's this downhil slope..&lt;br /&gt;On the way back,&lt;br /&gt;Its steep enough so that i dont have to padle&lt;br /&gt;And not too fast..&lt;br /&gt;Its just so.. Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE %@#$ FRED MACHERINO FROM TAKING BACK SUNDAY IS LEAVING TAKING BACK SUNDAY&gt;?!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-741015883435614206?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/741015883435614206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=741015883435614206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/741015883435614206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/741015883435614206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-bike.html' title='I Love My Bike?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2442406245753931198</id><published>2007-11-15T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:16:39.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon.</title><content type='html'>Need a song to play on the guitar? Try this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sky blue gets dark enough&lt;br /&gt;To see the colors of the city lights&lt;br /&gt;A trail of ruby red and diamond white&lt;br /&gt;Hits her like a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes and goes and comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Like no one can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she's out to lose herself&lt;br /&gt;And find a high on Peachtree Street&lt;br /&gt;From mixed drinks to techno beats it's always&lt;br /&gt;Heavy into everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes and goes and comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Like no one can&lt;br /&gt;She comes and goes and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;She's slipping through my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always buzzing just like&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how long, how long, how long&lt;br /&gt;She can go before she burns away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be her angel now&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not my place to hold her down&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to take a stand&lt;br /&gt;When I would take her anyway I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes and she goes&lt;br /&gt;Like no one can&lt;br /&gt;She comes and she goes&lt;br /&gt;She's slipping through my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always buzzing just like&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how long, how long, how long&lt;br /&gt;She can go before she burns away, away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes and she goes&lt;br /&gt;Like no one can&lt;br /&gt;She comes and she goes&lt;br /&gt;She's slipping through my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always buzzing just like&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Neon, neon&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how long, how long, how long&lt;br /&gt;She can go before she burns away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats&lt;br /&gt;Neon - John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so calming and has that cool feeling with it..&lt;br /&gt;But the great part about this song is the guitar..&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the guitar?!&lt;br /&gt;Its Crazyyy!&lt;br /&gt;The acoustic version is alot nicer.&lt;br /&gt;This will do i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Its quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to learn this song&lt;br /&gt;It would probably be one of the hardest songs i can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://qlink.queensu.ca/%7E4kh7/Neon_tab.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 351px;" src="http://qlink.queensu.ca/%7E4kh7/Neon_tab.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How F%$king amazing it would be if i could play this song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2442406245753931198?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2442406245753931198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2442406245753931198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2442406245753931198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2442406245753931198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/neon.html' title='Neon.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1812105413242544465</id><published>2007-11-14T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:07:27.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls Of Fury?</title><content type='html'>Im going out to 1u WAYYYYYY too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i pity my dad..&lt;br /&gt;Picking me up..&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i'll have to cycle to 1u myself next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.45 a.m -&gt; 6.20 a.m = 3 hours 35 minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have slept at 12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it would have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 a.m -&gt; 6.20 a.m =6 hours 20 minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the 2.45am - 12.oo am = 2 hours 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;                                               = Priceless time with friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless time with friend = A lifetime worth of sleep&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Lifetime worth of sleep - ( 6 h 20 m - 3h 35m )&lt;br /&gt;= Lifetime worth of sleep - 2 h 45&lt;br /&gt;= Not much diffrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me, was it worth it staying up?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that 3 hours 35 minutes i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my old school. CHILDRENS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This batch of SKTM kids look retarded.. Haha.. sorry for that. But seriously.. When i was there. They did some really dumb stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Thennn.. when all the kids were down at perhimpunan..&lt;br /&gt;We went in their class.&lt;br /&gt;And played...Twister. Not ours,&lt;br /&gt;theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went 1u after that..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy a present for tiek yi.&lt;br /&gt;We had a budget of rm 45.&lt;br /&gt;we spent on a bag that was 40 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;then weng wai tak puas with the price .&lt;br /&gt;keep saying wan tambah wallet,and alot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched this movie.&lt;br /&gt;BALLS OF FURY.&lt;br /&gt;Even the name made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfR62ijVnmU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfR62ijVnmU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have 5 hours and 19 minutes of sleep left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1812105413242544465?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1812105413242544465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1812105413242544465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1812105413242544465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1812105413242544465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/balls-of-fury.html' title='Balls Of Fury?'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4686884805237419367</id><published>2007-11-12T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:11:39.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Ended.</title><content type='html'>Spending my last official school day ..&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't exactly the COOLEST day of school...&lt;br /&gt;But, Its probably how school should have ended.&lt;br /&gt;Doing what we've been doing since day 1. Talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound's boring? It was nothing like that..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you appreciate the people around you..&lt;br /&gt;And realize how much you're gonna miss em..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i sound sentimental? Maybe I am..&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is.. I Know im never gonna be able to&lt;br /&gt;Play football with adam for a longg time.&lt;br /&gt;Watch Aidan " Strut and Fret His Hour On Stage "&lt;br /&gt;Hear Delon talk about DotA,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Yu Kane's never ending laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Hear Siew ho's chinese accent,&lt;br /&gt;Feel Winkeongs, punch.&lt;br /&gt;Give my drink to random people,&lt;br /&gt;Eat School chee cheong fun.&lt;br /&gt;Touch Sandra's Neck,&lt;br /&gt;Smuggle Handphones to school..&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Khoo's Over usage of the word "Okay"&lt;br /&gt;Run when siva comes.&lt;br /&gt;All Of that.. Anytime Soon, This year.&lt;br /&gt;The thing's that fill the void in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Shall Be Missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4686884805237419367?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4686884805237419367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4686884805237419367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4686884805237419367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4686884805237419367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-just-ended.html' title='Its Just Ended.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7243822117876267452</id><published>2007-11-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:49:43.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Whatever It's Worth..</title><content type='html'>I Didn' bath the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard finding good bands out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall out boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest just, doesn't appeal to me.. So i went to look for all the fueled by ramen list. Still.. Nothing great there.. Chances are i've overlooked most of them.. But if i really liked it, it would have probably got me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this amazingly annoying headache.. I probably should stop using the computer.. But, i just don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.. Its just another wasted day.. Why bother getting up when you know it just not worth it.. ? Please give me something worth doing.. Just anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like a frekin human timebomb.. I suggest you keep you're distance.. Its the amazingly cruel side of me that got me today..  Give me a pill.. Give me something that will drag me out of this&lt;br /&gt;.. Maybe Some guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar doesn't heal headaches....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7243822117876267452?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7243822117876267452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7243822117876267452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7243822117876267452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7243822117876267452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-whatever-its-worth.html' title='For Whatever It&apos;s Worth..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-8105502958448114921</id><published>2007-11-10T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:41:59.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday? Yes, Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Today I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making people laugh&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I Also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENTFORATALKBYTHISGUYWHOCLAIMSTOHAVETHEMOST&lt;br /&gt;'PHENOMENA'MEMORYININDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I Did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Anant Kasibhatla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little quiz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of these guys do YOU think is anant kasibhatla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Anant Kasibhatla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memorystars.com/nishant_kasibhatla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.memorystars.com/nishant_kasibhatla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Anant Kasibhatla..? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speakwell.com/well/2000_summer/images/Dalai_Lama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.speakwell.com/well/2000_summer/images/Dalai_Lama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)Anant Kasibhatla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rotaractkl.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/img_4319.jpg?w=920&amp;amp;h=891"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 254px;" src="http://rotaractkl.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/img_4319.jpg?w=920&amp;amp;h=891" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Guessed A..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.. are wrong. I'll explain why you're an idiot later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Guessed B..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Just...Stupid... If you're thinking where you've seen this guy .. Let me remind you.. No..No he's not a senior model he's only the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DALAI LAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously the answer is C&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to tell the idiots who guessed A why their idiots.. Take a closer look at the picture C .. See it says MEMORY Myths? And the describtion of the guys was ..... PHENOMENAL MEMORY in india?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why,  you are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who guess C. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get yourself a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went guitar class. It was kinda interesting today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.. Im learning the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than Words - Extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty hard to get the tempo right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the playing aint a walk in the park.. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that scared me the most is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna know..Be PREPARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pause whatever music you have on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the youtube vid? Watch it.. Watch the solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlkjBCcfolQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlkjBCcfolQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.. THATS THE MOST PERFECT ONE I'VE SEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Just so you know again.. I have to do a HARDER VERSION OF THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch it again u can see the guy is just hitting frets with his right hand while playing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO DO A HARMONIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the non-guitar players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harmonic is when you put your finger on the string. (  NOT PRESS THE STRING ON THE FRET! AS IN LITERALLY JUST TOUCH THE STRING ) on the 7 or 12 fret ONLY! Then you pluck the string and as fast as possible release you finger that is on the string to get a nice faint sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a harmonic can change position if you put hold down another fret on the same string..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning on a open string the harmonic can be played on either 7 or 12th fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if u hold down the first fret of a string. the harmonic changes to either 8 or 13th fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Gets worse when you actually try to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death by Fret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-8105502958448114921?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8105502958448114921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=8105502958448114921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8105502958448114921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/8105502958448114921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-yes-saturday.html' title='Saturday? Yes, Saturday.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-523849721499747734</id><published>2007-11-07T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:41:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I feel so. Random today. Let me randomise       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few thought going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 30 seconds to mars are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i just put my stale french fries in a microwave and it taste pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate being the only celcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wouldnt a screamo voice like pete wentz or jared leto be so cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- damn she's taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how often does haley william dye her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cool, the lead singer of AFI has a screamo voice too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- does refresher orb work for tinker ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i hope my dad gets his new phone and gives me his w810i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why do people like akon so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what does cili padi have to do with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is bass really easier than guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how many telekom packages siew ho managed to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why the hell am i listening to akon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna learn classical guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The music video for misery business is so entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The gap between haley's teeth makes her so  ... cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you know she gets sick alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever made funny noises with your mouth before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drums are so fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The old paramore look so goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do phones make that noise when you send an sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- should i keep my hair like really long during school holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna cycle to someones house during school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the first time someone sent me those love calculator things i actually filled them up. then my sister said those things are scams. Thanks sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do i have tuition tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I PUT A CD THE WRONG WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- click 5 are in KL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John mayer is my guitar idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learning the Guitar was one of the best decision i've ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont seem to like linkin park anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yu kane wrote some cool lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now im gonna make some tabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Okay enough randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-523849721499747734?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/523849721499747734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=523849721499747734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/523849721499747734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/523849721499747734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1733188784063724171</id><published>2007-11-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:45:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa shit.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, sorry for the people who were going link me.. over and over.. i wanted to, but i get distracted easily. =P      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty damn interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is was .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up at 6.20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to basketball and we did physical training whole day.. We did a cool new fun drill.. But the funny part was when our coach presented his new motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" If cannot do nevermind, do until can " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us were like WTF??&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity : Go school, play hey there delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: Intermediate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment level : Very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reward: 3 stupid minutes on pn. lim's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i come to school...WITH MY GUITAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do a science presentation. Siew ho was supposed to change the lyrics to hey there delilah. But he said. he couldn't come so i had to change the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heat is an energy&lt;br /&gt;it is measured with the unit joules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can use it everyday&lt;br /&gt;so that we do not feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes we do&lt;br /&gt;We can use it to cook our food&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat makes objects expand&lt;br /&gt;It will make particles distant&lt;br /&gt;It will also increase the volume&lt;br /&gt;but the mass is always constant&lt;br /&gt;Realize,&lt;br /&gt;All the energy that is inside,&lt;br /&gt;It is inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt;Dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat flow can cause so many phenomenons&lt;br /&gt;it can keep a building cool&lt;br /&gt;maybe your school&lt;br /&gt;even your car&lt;br /&gt;You will feel cool.&lt;br /&gt;No heat will come and bother you,&lt;br /&gt;It won't bother you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat causes matter to change to many states&lt;br /&gt;Processes like melting can do much things like changing the shape&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes it will&lt;br /&gt;It will change to liquid just you see,&lt;br /&gt;just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt;Dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science might be really hard&lt;br /&gt;But If you pay attention in class&lt;br /&gt;i know that things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;our friend will all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because&lt;br /&gt;we know that all of them just can't get A's&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Lim i'll say i promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we finish school&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that all of us will get straight A's&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there pn. Lim&lt;br /&gt;you be good and don't you miss us&lt;br /&gt;four more years and we'll be done with school and&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making history like we do.&lt;br /&gt;And you know it all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to.&lt;br /&gt;Hey there pn lim here is to you.&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt; Oh, dark object absorb heat&lt;br /&gt;Dark object absorb heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad for 45 mins work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the lyrics weren't bad enough then the singing was .. just.. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Julian Delon, Aidan, Zhi chung, and Ryan ( The self proclaimed vocal master ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delon - Soprano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan - Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Chung - Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went into the lab we asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WE WANNA SEE KERUINGS VIDEO! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so they could catch up to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we had good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bad singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by Ryan yau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Loudly and Painfully Horrible since 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" If cannot, nevermind, do until can " &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/4632102901055311940-1733188784063724171?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1733188784063724171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1733188784063724171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1733188784063724171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1733188784063724171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoa-shit.html' title='Whoa shit.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7913697912934967946</id><published>2007-10-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:01:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning: Broken - S-E-E-T-H-E-R and Amy Lee&lt;br /&gt;                 More Than Word - Extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right sandra SEETHER not Seather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemmie ask you a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81+84+92+85+85+89+91+89+87 =  7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81+84+92+85+85+89+91+89+87 = 783 = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;783 Divide 9 = 87.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.00 - ( All the other lower people in my class = 38 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 7th IN CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Just trying to entertain you all only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s I got 39 for sivik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAMA GAVE ME B FOR KELAKUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. today we all were sitting around this table then suddenly one guy came with a cute baby stray cat. We were playing with it. so cute. Then i carried it i protracted its claw.. Ass.  Here the funny  part. Suddenly Datin " Hero " Hajan Norizan Binti Kamarudin.. Takes Breath* .. comes in and asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin wira Etc. : Kenapa kamu semua buat di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy who brings cat : Kucing hilang emaknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin wira Etc: Bukan kucing. Kamu semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that it gets boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7913697912934967946?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7913697912934967946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7913697912934967946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7913697912934967946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7913697912934967946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-9065368749827633633</id><published>2007-10-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:34:59.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tagged by Sandra and Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name : Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birth Date : 10 January 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eye Colour : I Don't Know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair Colour : Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right of left : Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Heritage : Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Fears : Cockroaches..Make's me scream like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My weaknesses : I'm a sucker for seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Perfect Pizza : Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My thoughts first waking up : how many % my download?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bedtime : 12-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most missed memory : Last day, Krystin's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 4 : MY PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pepsi or coke : kikapoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single or grouped dates : Single dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adidas or Nike : Reebok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tea or Nestea : Teh O'Ais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Strawberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee : Ice Blended Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 5 : DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smoke : NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curse : The thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a shower : Everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a crush : Possibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think you've been in love : Define Love?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to school : My life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to get married : If she comes along why not?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believe in yourself : When Needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think your a health freak : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drank alcohol : Joshua's party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone to the mall : Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been on stage : Medals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eaten sushi : Sashimi..mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyed your hair : Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Played a stripping game : Last Friday. Strip Blackjack!! HAHA!!LOL LOSE TAKE OUT 1 BUTTON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : Biggest mistake i've done so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 8 : AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be married : 27-37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 9 : IN A Girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best eye colour : Any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best hair colour : Any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Short hair or long hair : Any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minute ago : listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hour ago : Playing DotA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4-5 hours ago : Tuition + Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 month ago : " OMG ITS SEJARAH MELAYU?! I CHANGE TO SUMA ORIENTAL!! WHOAA SHITT "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Year ago : Thinking about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love : it when she talks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel : Uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate : Losing  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hide : A very arrogant, evil person locked in a cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss : talking to her .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need : Something to do with guitars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 12 : TAG 5 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;Aileen,Kailiang, Emily, Dang And Weng WAI&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/4632102901055311940-9065368749827633633?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9065368749827633633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=9065368749827633633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/9065368749827633633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/9065368749827633633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1832150723465947419</id><published>2007-10-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:01:22.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar.</title><content type='html'>Like the new song? You should.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that "after exam" feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you are so glad it over. But, now theres nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah! I love that song. A decade under the influence. I hated it at first, but. I LOVE IT! I MEAN! SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fit THE MOST MEANINGFUL combination of word. And made it into a song. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm in the mood to write a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can i write about. People always say write about whats happening around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things are potential choices are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Krystins coming back song.&lt;br /&gt;B) Something about school&lt;br /&gt;C) I feel likee writing something like a decade under the influence. But thats a love song. Should i write a love song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the other question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i write the lyrics first or work out the melody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should write the lyrics first because the melody has to fit the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i have to create a melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously with a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to create a fun song to play. Not just hitting chords. Anyone can do that. But i can't just make killer tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics-&gt; Chords + tempo -&gt; improved tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that. When i think of lyrics. It often turns out to sound exactly like a song i listen to. This is hard stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem. Who else is gonna listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how pathetic how a 13 year old kid play a song that no one knows. I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O crap my mom is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!#@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1832150723465947419?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1832150723465947419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1832150723465947419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1832150723465947419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1832150723465947419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/guitar.html' title='Guitar.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-7778758077521069626</id><published>2007-10-20T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:47:16.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Day.</title><content type='html'>Its was all good yesterday. After Dang's Party came home. Thats when things got terribly crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back with a blister. I was soo tired so then i slept. When i woke up i felt like i just came out from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner i had a really bad stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had this annoying gum pain in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go karate but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs and turned on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the internet got screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's joshua's thing going on later. If i cant go for that then i'll just... Cry. Or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-7778758077521069626?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7778758077521069626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=7778758077521069626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7778758077521069626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/7778758077521069626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/crappy-day_20.html' title='Crappy Day.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1778674713336899360</id><published>2007-10-20T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:40:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1778674713336899360?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1778674713336899360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1778674713336899360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1778674713336899360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1778674713336899360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/crappy-day.html' title='Crappy Day.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-6476831940863841748</id><published>2007-10-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:20:28.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Her.</title><content type='html'>Im gonna finish up on the previous post by the end... Of something. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time.There is NO need to do this again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, Obviously She Has To Be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Smart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much understood, but honestly. From my opinion, its usually more interesting to talk to someone who knows about what their talking about. Its not exactly a turn on but its sure as hell better than being. erm. less intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Unshy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stress enough on how important this is. Because, im not the kind of person who has the guts to make conversation. Seriously. She has to be able to walk up to me and start talking off the top. Things can go horribly dull if the person is shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she obviously can't go behind my back and flirt with every guy she sees. I can't really say anything else because this value just speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not GI Joe kinda serious but. Serious about whatever we have. I've seen people just go though it just for the fun of it. And it will be stupid to get played out just like that. And when i mean serious it doesn't mean strictly no jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She need to know how to have FUN! Going to 1u, Coming to school early just to waste time together, Allow me to draw funny pictures on her hand while she draws on mine. Just willing to do stuff with me and not just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't exactly the most important thing but it would be nice if she was, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. UNself-conscious  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't be checking her hair 24/7. Im not saying she does nothing till she's a mess just. But not till she over does it. She has to be tough. She can't scream at a broken fingernail.  Just,  not self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. ORIGINAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! What I Highly look for in a girl. Because fakes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TURN ME OFF&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously its like THE most important thing. No copycats,  No fakes. An original girl get my heart. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's HER. I know she's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you discover the values:&lt;br /&gt;- Siew Ho, Lee ann, Emily, Adam, Yu kane, Aileen, Jerica, and..Audrey?&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/4632102901055311940-6476831940863841748?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6476831940863841748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=6476831940863841748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6476831940863841748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/6476831940863841748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-her.html' title='Its Her.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-2960628766244330620</id><published>2007-10-07T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T07:49:16.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawanku.</title><content type='html'>To All my friends Aaron ,Aaron, Adam, Adele, Aidan, Aileen, Aiman, Alexei, Alwi, Amanda, Andrew, Andrea, Andrel, Astrid, Audrey, Azuan, Beatrice, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Brian, Calwin, Channel, Chloe, Craig, Eddie, Emily, Emily, Eric, Erica, Erving, Ersyad, Ester, Eugene, Hong Wei, Ian, Irfan, Jason, Jerrica, Jet Ming, Jia Wei, Jon, Jonathan, Jonathan, Joshua, Jun Wei, Kai Liang, Ken, Kevin, Kheng Wei, Khing Mae, kimberly, Kok, Krystin, Kum Fong, Jon Zhen, Kok Mun, Marn Keong, Mifzal, Nicholas, Ren Chii, Roze-nn, Ryan, Sabreena, Sandra, Sereena, Siew ho, Jen Wei, Tiek yi, Tink Ming, Toh Siang, Victor, Victoria, Wan Jyn, Weng Wai, Xiann, Zian Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Tribute to ALL Of You!&lt;br /&gt;One by One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Might Seem That Its Never Updated But Keep Scrolling Down To See.. because i continue in the same post*&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Soh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the smart kid that everyone used to hate. You're the kid that knows people hate what you talk about, And yet, You Do IT! Why? I Don't excatly know why. The way we would play foosball on the Rm59.90, And run around like complete tards around the tuition centre when teacher didn't arrive yet were stupidest days. But, damn they were fun.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, We sat down and u sat infront of me. It didn't Even take 5 Minutes for us to know that we'd like each other. We would ask questions about each other until Siew ho suddenly asked, " Eh, Aaron you got GF de " ? And' we'd laugh so hard, we forgot to finish our OPSME. The Guy With A New Variation of Cool.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of emotion that this guy brings is AMAZING for a guy 3/4 of my height, he has the courage of to skip across Block F 3rd Floor, While humming the Cadbury theme song. Then we'd pass Pn. Chens class and then we'd stop......Then continue at the next class. There is SOMETHING for SURE you will like in the little devil. His taste in music, That blue Ipod shuffle, his hair when he's trying to hide from discipline teachers, This kid got it ALL. The Kid Who Loves Everyone That Loves Him. Adam&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little puppet master. A Master Manipulator, Yet, Its all covered up in her amazing personality..I think personality and a gay word.. So i say she has IT. Thats more of my language. She knows when to stop doing something bad, the places to pinch us when we are throwing popcorn at her. The person that screams if anyone even shouted a BOO! She Has It.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't really say nothing much about you, but before u became twisted and psycho, and became slightly normal..  And then hated everyone, and then went back to a little bit more of what u think its normal. I remember.. On the first day. u asked me, " Lets Play a game, how many words can you make out of the word caterpillar".. As weirded out as I was, It was better than raging war against everyone. What happened to caterpillar man?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen. So Humble, so innocent, looks so amazingly reckless at first. But, now u know how it goes. I remember when we'd used to try and teach you chor tai dee after UPSR, Do u know how now? You better.. Aileen. The innocent camwhore. Innocent and camwhore is soo oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is AMAZING, how do u do it, you are a top athlete, Brilliant student, A heck of a man, and u even cared to walk with me around the school during the first few months, the Inferno mastermind, Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kick ass Kadazan. The Sarawak kid. With the coolest parents, Police and market broker. Remember in kindergarted, U asked me to follow you to a empty area, then suddenly u said, " I Like ________ " Hehe. Then earlier this year you said, " Aiya, Have a girlfriend now oso no point, Its completely useless. Then u got a girlfriend. Thats was funny. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Ronaldo, Reduce his age, Give him A brain 10 times bigger then a normal humans and you have ALWI! The kid that we'd used to taunt ALWI &lt;3 stupid =" P" beans =" P" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im a tomboy look at me! "&lt;/span&gt;. No. She goes around with the tomboy aura. Without saying a word. If theres such thing&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect friend.. I can still remember all the shit i got in with this guy. Ponteng chinese class, Play candles during tanglung, play football with a smal little coconut until sweat like crazy. But the special thing about this guy is when we got caught he would never ditch me. Yeah. This is what friends are made of.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the only people who are in the same as me for the past 9 YEARS! yeah. Thats almost 3/4 of my life..What ca i say about her.. She's....CHEERFUL? Haha, i don't exactly know her but.. The  fact is. I do.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pampered ba.. Whack* The rich assho.. WHACKK*  The Gamer.. Pats*. Erving. Or more better known to the online community as n1ghtsta1lker, cr4zygam3rz, and some other cute japanese girls names. If you think he's fat and lazy. you're almost there. but. Somehow. He has a rock solid six-pack.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ersyad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with you is NEVER BORING. We turned the time used to plan our english oral test into a discussion about vasectom (  What the.. ). Did i mention, THIS GUY CAN RUN? JUMP? Jump over hurdels to be more specific.  He has MSSS written all over him ( Seriously he came with a MSSS jacket for training one day)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-2960628766244330620?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2960628766244330620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=2960628766244330620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2960628766244330620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/2960628766244330620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/kawanku.html' title='Kawanku.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-1216433327341854377</id><published>2007-10-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:53:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>This is a post i've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In std 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not totally. But. Pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made judgements. Bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About How People would turn out in form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. They were totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who i thought had found the best in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the screwed up part was.. I changed. For the worst. This was the first 6 or so months.. And. i knew i was... And i diddn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the very thing that i was insulting.. I knew it was coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Not to this extent.. Even doing the simplest things.. would show. how big of a hypocrite i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres Proof. The Things I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed to a joke by a good friend, and still laughed.. just to please him.. Only to push him nearer to what i didn't want him to become [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acted differently just to fit in [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with my hair more ( this upsets me the most ) [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouted something stupid in class while the teacher was infront [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so.. stupid to me. So pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. I know for a fact that..Im a dick at times. For Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me sad is.. Knowing that.. Some of my friends are going in this dreaded change.. Becoming something.. I'd rather not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;saying that changing is bad.. Im just saying that.. Realize. Who you're friend are.. What you're doing. If its something you're proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its. Not what u wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, after all this being said.. I Honestly. Want your opnion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step as we learn in school. We need to identify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;If you look to your right. You will see a chatbox. If u want to tell me what i need to change in me.. Use the name Stranger.. And type your message..What u feel.. i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, For the past few months..I feel like an asshole. I feel like i've been doing everything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. Discontented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whoever is reading this.. If you don't feel the same way.. Then you're probably going the right way. Cuz you would know if you going the wrong way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys probably think im effing crazy now.. But, i feel like i have to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It just feels wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-1216433327341854377?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1216433327341854377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=1216433327341854377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1216433327341854377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/1216433327341854377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/10/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4034795487753086232</id><published>2007-09-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:04:21.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report.</title><content type='html'>WHOOO!! I GOT SOMETHING TO BLOG ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..Woke Up at 7..Why U may Ask? I Shall Tell you Why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOURNAMENT of the INTERNATIONAL KARATE-DO GOJU-KAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats excatly what it says in the certificate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Match - I made the guys gum bleed on the first punch..If you are reading this im sorry...but..u got points for that... so i guess im still partially sorry.. i won 1 - 0  in sudden death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd match - I beat this guy 1-0 .. He dared kick delon..but he diddnt kick me.. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd match - I think the referee got a hangover.. But either way nice match..lost ..i think.. 5 -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its silver for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorusses went to go chick hunting.. and found a cute little std 4.. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Delon got sooo bored..we raced..In the popular handphone game BOUNCE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 Bm - Screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - English paper 2 and maths paper 2 - not screwed i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Bm paper 1 SCREWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Art- Not screwed KDP - Funniest shit ever.. Science Paper 2 - SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.. I woke up at 7. Went to play basketball until. 11.. 4 hours..LOL.. diddnt realize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat we went to bakery at 12. Ask me if u dunno what that means.. its not anything general its just a nickname for something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..We played basketball...AGAIN..at 6..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i slept..upside down..Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some real issues about this thing..It bugging me like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Verse of Why Georgia - John mayer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;e-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;b-----3------3--------3--------3-----3------------&lt;br /&gt;g-----4------2--------2--------2-----2h4----------&lt;br /&gt;d-----2------2h5p2----2-5p2----2--2--2-----(x2)---&lt;br /&gt;a---3----3---------3---------3--------------------&lt;br /&gt;e-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can YOU Do this? At Godlike speeds..I can barely do it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with taking my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its DRIVING ME NUTS!!! I WANNA PLAY THIS SONG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU can do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll kick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll kick you. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That was Uberlame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber-&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;       &lt;div class="def_p"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The ultimate, above all, the best, top, something that nothing is better than. Also Über&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;pre&gt;- *There are only so many word that describe a dissapearing act that i can put at the end of all my blogpost..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4034795487753086232?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4034795487753086232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4034795487753086232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4034795487753086232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4034795487753086232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/09/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report.'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-3342572719677952862</id><published>2007-09-22T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:30:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC! IS BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>WHOAAA MYY @$*(%$ GODDD ! PANIC! AT THE DISCO IS BACK !!!!!@#$@$ ALBUM Titled ..i Dunno yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nine in the afternoon ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sounds Different from the old panic! At the disco .More Mellow...and laid back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLMFkgKwDvE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLMFkgKwDvE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Middle Of Summer..sounds like they made this 5 minutes after nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5RrULdpTHQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5RrULdpTHQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff..theres a third song thats released... I wanna go find it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im sorry if we fucked up" Panic! At The Disco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-3342572719677952862?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3342572719677952862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=3342572719677952862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3342572719677952862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/3342572719677952862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/09/panic-is-back.html' title='PANIC! IS BACK!!!'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-4028668473311801824</id><published>2007-09-21T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:09:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And You're Noticing Nothing Again..</title><content type='html'>Now Im Lying On the table with everything you said.. I like that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its.3 days till exams.. The questions are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Have I Studied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Have I Studied &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ENOUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where Do you study&lt;br /&gt;A: Bedroom, School library, On the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What Time?&lt;br /&gt;A: 11pm-1.am If im hardworking enough..if im not i will go for mabye 30-1hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do u listen to music when you study?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind Of drinks do u drink?&lt;br /&gt;A: Whatever i can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do u feel hungry after studying?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you bring snacks To study?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do u sms ppl? or call?&lt;br /&gt;A: If i do, i can just forget about studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Studying boring?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hell Yeah..but we do it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If Its boring then just study infront of the TV, STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;A: Lets see u get any smarter, Dumbass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If the moon is located 6 miles from my handphone, why to dogs have tics?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes.. There Are 4 subjects I might screw up ( Science, Sejarah, Geography and Kh and 1 subject that i will screw up ( Bm ).. First Paper is Bm paper 2..Which means im screwed On the first day = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Now its time to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to love the song hey there delilah..I've heard so many version..Theres hey there delilah, hey there khalilah, hey there delilah ( Stalker Version ), Hey There vagina, Hey there delilah ( Stupid version), and siew ho made Hey there Cik Sathya. I Doubt that version is a love song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll cover it after exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Arent you supposed to study..like now..?&lt;br /&gt;A: ..oh yea......Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-4028668473311801824?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4028668473311801824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=4028668473311801824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4028668473311801824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/4028668473311801824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-youre-noticing-nothing-again.html' title='And You&apos;re Noticing Nothing Again..'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-5301123285549605411</id><published>2007-09-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:11:51.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horror Movie Teory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Usually after doing my homeowork, talking in MSN and Gaming..i go upstairs and maybe do a little studying.. But, yesterday and a few weeks ago i go up..and i see a horror movie on the screen.. Final Destination 3 ..AHAH .. USUALLY, i don't like horror movies....their SCARY! * girly voice *. But there's always this thing..my weakness..I've realized..THE KEY TO MAKING A GOOD horror movie! Other than the fact that it has to be scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Key Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU NEED A HOT GIRL IN THE MOVIE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lemmie get some examples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Elizabeth Winstead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/f/final_destination_3_050506/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/f/final_destination_3_050506/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0455857/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0455857/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nt bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..Have you ever seen a horror movie with the main character as a GUY?? Cuz if you did I bet u diddnt enjoy it.. I sound like a celebrity stalker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the directors know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamachi sucks..and Siew ho knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..I guess thats all i can really say for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*Poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-5301123285549605411?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5301123285549605411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=5301123285549605411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5301123285549605411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/5301123285549605411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/09/horror-movie-teory.html' title='The Horror Movie Teory'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632102901055311940.post-817842013281313960</id><published>2007-09-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:39:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im runnig out of blog titles</title><content type='html'>Ahh. just came back from my 1 1/2 hours of HARDCORE STUDYING! feels good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very satisfying day... Went for karate, Went for tuition, went for guitar, studied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing much to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632102901055311940-817842013281313960?l=losingtheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/817842013281313960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632102901055311940&amp;postID=817842013281313960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/817842013281313960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632102901055311940/posts/default/817842013281313960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losingtheunique.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-runnig-out-of-blog-titles.html' title='Im runnig out of blog titles'/><author><name>julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05951147715004155593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
