<?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-5577924119114089529</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:54:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk In The Past</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-7328422377847926869</id><published>2009-11-15T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:15:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Double Eew Is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Project Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I'd never thought they would ever be in the same sentence. Well other than "My &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" or "Because of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my life is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you make me want to jump &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the parapet and down the building!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the battle is over. Months, literally, were spent on forming strategies, creating counter-attacks and polishing our armor. Not forgetting the internal arrow-shooting that left a few wounded. Gosh have no idea how I managed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, all the teachers cared for was the signed treaty. And our smiling faces. &lt;i&gt;Shōnantō&lt;/i&gt; had to work with Japan. Okay maybe it wasn't that bad. At least now I know how to deal with different people. And heck let me just proudly showcase some of the finished products from this project. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SwF5N629QyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmvpF9e7oT0/s1600/restaurnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SwF5N629QyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmvpF9e7oT0/s320/restaurnt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404734307866329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't you like to dine in this restaurant? So cool right... The waiters will also dress up as Chinese mythological characters! Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SwF6GlYBRyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-QULHcVp1Sw/s1600/tigerbus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SwF6GlYBRyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-QULHcVp1Sw/s320/tigerbus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404735281351968546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this shuttle bus! Nice right? Got fake tiger head at the front somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMY30IBKZ0g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMY30IBKZ0g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this video is just weird. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-7328422377847926869?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7328422377847926869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/11/pee-double-eew-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7328422377847926869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7328422377847926869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/11/pee-double-eew-is-over.html' title='Pee Double Eew Is Over!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SwF5N629QyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmvpF9e7oT0/s72-c/restaurnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-6149952846465979491</id><published>2009-10-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:26:47.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of France is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;RA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;TION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I feel it in every fibre of my body! It runs through my veins and consumes my thought! I am liberated! Dear Statue of Liberty, I could replace you right now. Although holding up that torch for so long could be painful. But heck. End-of-Years/Promos/Hell, whatever you wanna call it is over! I know that this victory is probably shortlived and would abruptly end when I get the papers back. But whatever. I shall temporarily deceive myself and enjoy this glorious moment. (why am i speaking like richard? lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-6149952846465979491?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6149952846465979491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-of-france-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6149952846465979491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6149952846465979491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-of-france-is-over.html' title='The Battle of France is over.'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-2898856965312762163</id><published>2009-09-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:38:37.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Shine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBht5wbQzyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBht5wbQzyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this video makes me wonder... What the hell am I doing in JC?! OMG I wanna run away to an Arts School! You know, like those people in the Step Up movie. Sigh. Too bad I don't have a distinctive talent. yet. La Salle call me! I've been waiting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody gets to do what they love. Some people grow old doing jobs which they absolutely have no passion in. Sad huh? I don't wanna be like those people! If only life was THAT easy as I grew up thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course this video also reminds me of 2/6's only successful class outing. By successful I mean big in attendance. Big like, more than ten. I hug you innocence and naiveness! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-2898856965312762163?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2898856965312762163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-this-video-makes-me-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2898856965312762163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2898856965312762163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-this-video-makes-me-wonder.html' title='Imma Shine!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-5562037142982257027</id><published>2009-08-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:39:30.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit kissed my birthday and stained it!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sing a song for you. I changed the lyrics a little bit to fit the current context. Anyway, it's to the tune of "I Kissed A Girl" originally sung by Katy Perry. It's the chorus bit. Anyway here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to puke and I hate it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of yesterday's dinner&lt;br /&gt;I feel nauseous someone help me&lt;br /&gt;My tummy's going insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong it's never right&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to vommit tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need to puke and I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhoea + Fasting = A SERIOUSLY empty stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm used to starving (for various reasons) but man this hunger is really disturbing me! You know how when you forget to eat (for various reasons) then your stomache starts growling and at the same instant, your stomache feels like its quenching and turning? The only difference is that normally that feeling would go away. It might come back but again only for a little while. Now, however, for me that feeling refuses to go away. That sucks. I'm trying my best to eat as much as possible but how much can someone eat within less than twelve hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as I was reminded, Happy Birthday to me. (yes, I actually forgot it was my birthday) And Happy Birthday to MJ who would otherwise have been 51. And oh Happy Birthday to Pradeep and Ain (we're blood brothers and sisters!) who have both turned seventeen too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-5562037142982257027?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5562037142982257027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary-i-would-like-to-sing-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5562037142982257027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5562037142982257027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-diary-i-would-like-to-sing-song.html' title='Shit kissed my birthday and stained it!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-4643420454441799994</id><published>2009-08-27T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:09:22.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tone was contradictory...</title><content type='html'>I do not know what blogs are for anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to blog about. Other than "Dear Diary. Today I had a Maths test. After which was a Chemistry test. Followed by a half-hour break. Then Project Work. After which I took 53 home. Then I slept."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been reduced to nothingness! Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised I am more shameless than I thought I would ever be. Haha and this was deduced from Wednesday's photoshoot. I thought I would be way awkward having 23 other people watching me being photographed but nah... Lol. Work it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway nites... Almost one week of puaser done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-4643420454441799994?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4643420454441799994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/tone-was-contradictory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4643420454441799994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4643420454441799994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/tone-was-contradictory.html' title='The tone was contradictory...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-7592648983100945597</id><published>2009-08-22T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:17:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chase is on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is for the sake of updating...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG-uwtg4p8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG-uwtg4p8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's cool?! Though I have no idea what it is for. It's not for a movie either. We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one day of puasa is over! I didn't feel hungry at all. Weird. Maybe I'm so used to eating so little that the sahur food more than make up for my entire day's food consumption. Lol. And also maybe it's cause I woke up so late. Heh. Anyway promos is in 5 more weeks! Argh! And I have 5 subjects to study... Sobs. Bye world. Time to mug yo! (nigga attitude sey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-7592648983100945597?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7592648983100945597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/chase-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7592648983100945597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7592648983100945597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/08/chase-is-on.html' title='The chase is on!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-1964073143957588293</id><published>2009-07-31T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:21:05.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know I am slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, I realised something. In the scene where Harry and Dumbledore entered the house that Horace Slughorn was staying at, and the blood dripped on Harry's forehead. Then Dumbledore tasted the blood and could actually tell that it was Dragon's blood. Doesn't that mean that he had actually tasted human's blood before?! Jeng jeng jeng! Lol kk I'm just trying to revive my blog. And gosh do I sound like some nerd attempting a fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought the movie was nice. And I don't really understand why people said that the ending was crap. Although I think it would have been better if they had ended at the scene where they all raised their wands to the skies to honor Dumbledore and erase the Death Eater's mark. Man that scene was heartwrenching. And I finally like this new Dumbledore, as in the second actor for Dumbledore. Too bad he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway two more months to Promos. I shall not retain. I shall not retain. I shall not retain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-1964073143957588293?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1964073143957588293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-know-i-am-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1964073143957588293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1964073143957588293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-know-i-am-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-9116873646410788462</id><published>2009-06-29T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:30:32.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is impossibly hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oosQPmSpxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oosQPmSpxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it! I think this Tedward would have made a better vampire than the current Edward. And oh the rest of the videos from the same Youtube account is awesome too. Their videos are all professionally unprofessional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-9116873646410788462?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/9116873646410788462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-impossibly-hilarious-watch-it-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/9116873646410788462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/9116873646410788462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-impossibly-hilarious-watch-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-8970003897611370305</id><published>2009-06-14T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:53:19.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYEDC Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>Man it was fun! I was in charge of creating a farewell video and being the DJ for the day. And considering I had only two days to do all that, it was plain painful torture. I swear I lost my paunch from being too busy in front of the computer. But sadly, the food at the party were too delicious! Chocolate cake, Eclairs, fruit tarts, banana cake, fruit cocktail, prawns, fish fingers, grilled chicken, mackarel otah.... And voila, I gained back some weight. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the MPR late and we couldn't connect my lappy to the sound system. So we had to make do with using the microphone to amplify my lappy's speaker. There were laughters but sadly no tears. Hmph means my sad video weren't sad enough. And being the DJ, I had to stand alot. Calories burned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a preview of hell. I tried to light one of the candles for the fun of it and somehow someone adjusted the flame of the lighter to maximum and hell hath no fury like a lighter scorned. Ok I'm not making sense am I? Moving on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around nine we packed up. It was fun bursting balloons! We practically jumped on them and then everyone chased after balloons to burst. :) After which we had to arrange the two hundred chairs and tables back to the exam sitting arrangement. That took like, forever. And then they just had to do accounting and it was really really really complicated. I swear it was like, CSI and Law and Order mixed together. They only managed to tally the amounts at the fifth try and by then the time was already 11.30 p.m. Sigh. Never ever bother tackling maths at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTuwfJKRJYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTuwfJKRJYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(The farewell video)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-8970003897611370305?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8970003897611370305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyedc-farewell-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8970003897611370305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8970003897611370305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyedc-farewell-party.html' title='NYEDC Farewell Party'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-1141045806735908156</id><published>2009-06-07T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:54:45.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a fatty bon bon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cannot believe I ate almost an entire 14" pizza by myself. No this is not an exaggeration. There's only three slices left. Argh omg that must have been a few thousand KILOcalories. My weight has balooned from 57 kg in January to currently 64 kg. That's seven kg in six months! I can see it now... Fadhil, fifty, fat and filthy. Left on the shelf because nobody wants him. Now, my knee hurts. Omg it must be the extra pound isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I shall start exercising my butt off. Must get rid of this paunch and get that hard ass back! Jiayou Fadhil you can do it! And if all else fails, well there's always NS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(this font size is, by the way, a way for me to stress the motion of "FAT" in this post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-1141045806735908156?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1141045806735908156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-fatty-bon-bon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1141045806735908156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1141045806735908156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-fatty-bon-bon.html' title='I am a fatty bon bon'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-9020841580317852083</id><published>2009-05-31T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:57:32.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Mirror Stand</title><content type='html'>Hello? Hey is there anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;Hey... Anybody? Cause I have this really urgent message.&lt;br /&gt;Please reply! Hello. This is really important. It's going to impact the future.&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you please don't be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait are you still sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Erm, are you going to wake up soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please talk to me... Hello. Wake up this is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-9020841580317852083?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/9020841580317852083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/front-mirror-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/9020841580317852083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/9020841580317852083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/front-mirror-stand.html' title='Front Mirror Stand'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-4822630394391459151</id><published>2009-05-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:52:43.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissy Hissy</title><content type='html'>I seriously cannot stand people who go "OMG, after I finished my assignments yesterday, life felt so meaningless!! Why can't there be more assignments? I miss doing them..." Like get a freaking life. And stop shoving your complete assignments in my face. Omg I'm like so having a bitch fit now. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God has decided that I care too much for beauty. And thus made everyone look almost alike cause I keep thinking "Eh I think I've seen her/him somewhere" But whatever. This is one of those annoying posts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-4822630394391459151?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4822630394391459151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-seriously-cannot-stand-people-who-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4822630394391459151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4822630394391459151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-seriously-cannot-stand-people-who-go.html' title='Pissy Hissy'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-2810091770139354493</id><published>2009-05-21T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:52:54.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYConneXions Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/ShVcoIctqOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yMdEWMYA7hQ/s1600-h/dramame8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338274777850030306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/ShVcoIctqOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yMdEWMYA7hQ/s320/dramame8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The performance began with “The Kill”, which was an inspiring play fraught with tension and speculations as the happenings unfolded gradually. The idea of dreams and reality was raised through its dark storyline, in which the notion of death and murder manifested itself as the leading element of the play. It further heightened the tight suspense when the male character raised the knife to the female character on the pretext of re-enacting his dream, which seemingly almost led up to a self-fulfilling prophecy as he attempted to recreate the scene of murder that appeared in his dream. It was only at the end that the audience glimpsed the truth behind the morbid behaviour of the characters. The greatly riveting play stole the admiration of the audience, and it was definitely a glorious inception to the event."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-2810091770139354493?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2810091770139354493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyconnexions-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2810091770139354493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2810091770139354493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyconnexions-review.html' title='NYConneXions Review'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/ShVcoIctqOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yMdEWMYA7hQ/s72-c/dramame8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-8123957765011173658</id><published>2009-05-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:51:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Night 2009 ~ Timepieces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG this is one experience which I seriously doubt I will EVER forget. Honestly, I can't believe it's over. I still remember sitting in my living room, opening an email with an attachment of the various plays and reading the script for 'The Kill' and wanting to act in it. Shortly after, I passed the audition. Then came the practices. Staying back until seven plus every Monday. But I didn't mind. The school looks prettier at night anyway. And, fast forward to Drama Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness! I guess we're so used to performing in front of empty seats during rehearsals that when the audience first laughed, it was shocking. But when I realised they were supposed to laugh, it was awesome. The energy carried through all the way to the end. And somehow, everyone stepped up on the two days. Great job people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, once again, back to boring JC life. You know now that I think about it, the reason why I joined drama was because I was trying to fill up the gap after GPA ended. You know, the boring JC life part. Now that drama night has ended... Let's see what else I'll join this time. Haha kididng. But really, it's gonna be weird going home early on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for SYF and Drama Night 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-8123957765011173658?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8123957765011173658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-night-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8123957765011173658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8123957765011173658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-night-2009.html' title='Drama Night 2009 ~ Timepieces!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-2120390473129711122</id><published>2009-05-04T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:16:19.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrusion</title><content type='html'>I'm posting for Fadhil!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay i'm just bored so i'll leave this post as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;for whenever you sign in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI FADHIL I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-2120390473129711122?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2120390473129711122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-posting-for-fadhil-hahaha-okay-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2120390473129711122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2120390473129711122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-posting-for-fadhil-hahaha-okay-im.html' title='Intrusion'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-7505314495507500730</id><published>2009-05-02T06:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:15:41.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown is ending...</title><content type='html'>On a day like any other day, sky's so blue it could take your breath away. And what could ever fall &lt;s&gt;a part&lt;/s&gt; apart on a day like it is today? Kind of day you climb to the top of the world. And see your life unfurl before your very eyes. But when it falls apart, then you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all a countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To higher place. Countdown, into some outer space. Maybe it's a day when the angels'll come to sing. Or maybe it's a day when the devil comes to bring a fate you couldn't imagine in your wildest dream. Countdown, to higher place. Countdown into some outer space. Nevermind the smoke and mirrors left behind you. Don't you go, "There's nothing there to really bind you. Just let go and all your destiny will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you areWherever you are, wherever you areWherever you are, wherever you areWherever you are, wherever you areWherever you are, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown, to higher place. Countdown into some outer space. On a day like any other day. Sky's so blue it could take your, take your breath away." 'Cause I remember where I was when I heard the news. I remember where I was when I heard the news. I remember where I was... Sky's so blue like any other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a disease of the mind. Seriously. I like to make "diva" entrances. You know the type where everyone is already there and then, and only then, you enter. I can't help it! And when I think I'm early I'll purposely take my time to reach. I'm psycho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-7505314495507500730?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7505314495507500730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-is-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7505314495507500730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7505314495507500730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-is-ending.html' title='The countdown is ending...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-6208901452920236867</id><published>2009-04-26T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:15:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phases and Focus</title><content type='html'>You see, I am naturally a focused person. And sadly I go into phases. Therefore, when I enter a phase of not being focused, I focus on not being focused. And for me to revert to being focused, I would first need to be not focused and then I can be focused. Comprehend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, please I beg of you. The contents of my heart are on that piece of paper. Don't just throw it away. It took me ages to write. I want you to be happy. I want to be happy. Would you make me happy? Would you accept my PI?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JC Life" is such an oxymoron. Truly. Ask any lit student. &lt;s&gt;Whereas "Jay Z" would be a pun&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-6208901452920236867?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6208901452920236867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/phases-and-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6208901452920236867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6208901452920236867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/phases-and-focus.html' title='Phases and Focus'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-5243705777992771588</id><published>2009-04-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:22:54.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avagardo's Constant</title><content type='html'>Drama confuses me. It was only a few days ago that I was told my play was supposed to be a comedy-thriller. All along I was thinking more along the lines of surrealism. Don't blame me! &lt;s&gt;The world is not as avant garde as me.&lt;/s&gt; Haha I remember continuously using the word avant garde cause I thought it was cool though I'm not exactly sure what it means. :D Anyway drama... Less than a month to go! At least I've memorised the lines and my voice projection was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing post-O levels period. The period where the world suddenly seemed so stress free. When I could just hang around doing nothing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but you would have to grow at least half a feet more. You need to put on about fifteen pounds of tissues. And go see a dermatologist. Plus get over that underbite! And whiten those teeth. Lastly, make yourself orange please! Then come and see me. Then maybe I'll let you walk or stand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek Amy tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-5243705777992771588?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5243705777992771588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/avagardos-constant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5243705777992771588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5243705777992771588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/avagardos-constant.html' title='Avagardo&apos;s Constant'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-7987857754018309015</id><published>2009-04-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:32:32.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Hey gorgeous!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;Yeah he's gone&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;You can come over now and bring the DVDs.&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.dalas eht rof otamot rehtona deen ew dna, hO&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-7987857754018309015?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7987857754018309015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7987857754018309015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7987857754018309015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit.html' title='Shit!!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-2266614259925754185</id><published>2009-04-13T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:08:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep bleeding in love...</title><content type='html'>Today shall be known as Dripping Red simply because I bled twice today. Haha okay more like klutzy day. First bleeding was when my left thumb accidently pressed against the pin on Nanyang JC's badge. That was painful. The second one happened when I chased a chameleon. :) It hid at some leafless plant which apparently had a lot of thorns which I failed to notice. Then voila, blood. I swear I've never  met a thorn more vicious and sharp. Lol. And is there no substitution for the word blood? Heh. Oh damn you think the blood will stain my uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway watch the two videos below! No Hilary this time. Haha. Just that the guy is so awesome! His moves are like damn sharp that you can see every different moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FAM8hJA0RM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FAM8hJA0RM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbcv8ISVdSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbcv8ISVdSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-2266614259925754185?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/2266614259925754185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-bleeding-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2266614259925754185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/2266614259925754185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-bleeding-in-love.html' title='Keep bleeding in love...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-3337421950139547964</id><published>2009-03-28T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:23:48.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby if you seek Amy tonight...</title><content type='html'>Damn I think I'm addicted to the food from the Hotbox Toast vending machine. It wouldn't be much of a problem if only it wasn't so expensive... And somehow I am the only one who actually likes the food. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I got a new phone and a laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318195551137197714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Sc4GrT-YbpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m9jXP6vjMCA/s200/nokia-5800-xpressmusic-touch-phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nokia 5800 Comes With Music! I finally got one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318196048894210658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Sc4HISQ5smI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OM1TIgwdVbs/s200/dsc00648s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HP Pavilion Model No. DV4-1301TX. Love the design on the cover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I've finally managed to get hold of the GPA dance video :) And I realised that on stage or at places with bright lightings do not wear shiny outfits unless the material is hard cause otherwise the clothes won't be flattering! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sB2pGntzf9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sB2pGntzf9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. : am still nursing a sprained shoulder and knee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-3337421950139547964?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3337421950139547964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-i-think-im-addicted-to-food-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/3337421950139547964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/3337421950139547964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-i-think-im-addicted-to-food-from.html' title='Oh baby if you seek Amy tonight...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Sc4GrT-YbpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m9jXP6vjMCA/s72-c/nokia-5800-xpressmusic-touch-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-199365474576024557</id><published>2009-03-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:45:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego Weirdo?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do teachers transform when they become lecturers? Its like so weird... In class they'll be fun and all but when it's their turn to become the lecturer they become this annoying and naggy person. But of course there are some who are annoying and naggy all the time. God let me get a new GP teacher please! And oh the PW questions are so... Let the process be interesting please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-199365474576024557?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/199365474576024557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-just-me-or-do-teachers-transform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/199365474576024557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/199365474576024557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-just-me-or-do-teachers-transform.html' title='Alter Ego Weirdo?'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-3015301899549109479</id><published>2009-03-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:24:10.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life has a purpose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Germa Puisi Artistik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surprisingly fun!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some hiccups. Like how the curtains couldn't work. And how I initially forgot some steps in the dance. Not to mention the seriously awkward I-have-to-sweep-the-confetti-off-the-stage-while-the-emcees-are-talking moment (and this makes me realise that sweeping is harder than I remember) Not to mention that some people think that I wasn't playing the kompang properly (which you would know isn't true if you were in NYJCMLCS) But the flaws makes the other things seem to go more than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am starting to miss the practise sessions which took 66.7% of my March holidays. Yeah I actually do miss them. Dancing till we sweat like god knows what. Playing the kompang until my palms are so red that the skin starts peeling. Having nothing else to eat other than food from the vending machine or from Macs because the canteen isn't open. Staying in school until late that we get to gaze at the stars. Me stoning because of the exhaustion. And of course the actual performance day itself. The whole rush of it. Running errands for the "Supreme Overlord". Getting the costumes and make-up on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all good things must come to an end. But at least there's GPA next year. Hopefully :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you should watch the trailer for the movie below! And yes there's Hilary Duff in it (c'mon, you knew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMIlAPOMwUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMIlAPOMwUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You get 16 years of having a good time and then 60, running away from death. I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to resuming life as a student. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-3015301899549109479?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/3015301899549109479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/germa-puisi-artistik-was-surprisingly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/3015301899549109479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/3015301899549109479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/germa-puisi-artistik-was-surprisingly.html' title='When life has a purpose...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-5574400187456786116</id><published>2009-03-12T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:06:18.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were not me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Got tagged on Facebook but want to do here instead :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was an American...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: Then I can go to Tinseltown! And buy the With Love perfume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I'd survive more than just Japanese gameshows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a member of a platinum selling group like N'Sync, Destiny's Child, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'll make a better name... Like M'Sink. Or The Fate's Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was an only child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would have two rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a rock star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I could simply wear a blonde wig and absolutely NO ONE would recognise me whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was Hannah Montana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would, gasp, be Miley Cyrus! Zomg did you know they are the same person?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was homeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I'd probably be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was Perez Hilton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would get the latest goss about your mother's grandmother who used to be famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was Barack Obama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: No, no if. Me and you can be Obama. YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If my life was a hit musical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: It would be a super boring one but I would show it on a kid's channel anyway and wait for them to go crazy over me even though my acting sucks and I am orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was fighting in Iraq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was an animal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would be the Merlion. Then I'll be struck by lightning :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a lawyer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'll get paid for being a stubborn ass. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was an actor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I would not reveal my emotions. I would fabricate them instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was Paris Hilton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would create another headline by converting to Islam. Headline : "Paris Hilton Now Farisa Hindon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was an astronaut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'll make you melt by carrying you to the sun (yes, Saiful i am competing for the cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I could rule the World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would like there to be world peace! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muackz xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I worked in a school cafeteria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I would sell bubble tea! And probably ice-cream, waffles, and NICE halal food which the kids would be more than happy to eat instead of being forced to!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was home alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I would be thankful that I'm not at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I wasn't home alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: Then I would be at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were the opposite sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANS: I'd be screaming "IF I WERE A BOYYYYYY! EVEN JUST FOR A DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were a gadget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'd be a&lt;s&gt;n&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;inspector!&lt;/s&gt; satellite! I'll control basically everything muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a website...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'd be Phasebook, adik si Facebook tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was a gangster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I'd have a piercing on one ear, fire tattoo on my wrist and bicep and I'd walk with an exaggeraed swagger that I have practiced on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is reality... But let's have fun. Would you replace the life you have now for any one of the things you mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANS: I wouldn't mind ruling the world! Give it to me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-5574400187456786116?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5574400187456786116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5574400187456786116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5574400187456786116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-not-me.html' title='If I were not me...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-4854293285998502400</id><published>2009-03-05T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:17:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops the pendulum</title><content type='html'>Its raining! Ahh... Been quite some time since it rained at night man. And guess what, once again time is running away from me. Dejavu? Haish. Mount Hommewerc suddenly got formed yesterday. But don't get me wrong, I am not not not sad (to figure this out, we assign "sad" as negative and every "not" before it with alternating signs) Just that I like to complain alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok on second thought heavy rain at night is kind of annoying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-4854293285998502400?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4854293285998502400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-raining-ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4854293285998502400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4854293285998502400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-raining-ahh.html' title='Raindrops the pendulum'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-1521269519741806901</id><published>2009-02-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:17:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR on blog!</title><content type='html'>Yo! What's up what's up?? Haha. Me here &lt;s&gt;trying&lt;/s&gt; to revive this dead blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kay dah that's all :) i promise if there's any interesting happenings i will post it up here aites!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't read my,&lt;br /&gt;can't read my&lt;br /&gt;no you can't read my&lt;br /&gt;Po-po-po-poker face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she's got me like nobody)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-1521269519741806901?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/1521269519741806901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-whats-up-whats-up-me-here-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1521269519741806901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/1521269519741806901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-whats-up-whats-up-me-here-trying-to.html' title='CPR on blog!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-5692509933346702594</id><published>2009-02-11T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:25:19.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a guy and all but I happened to see this video. It's not even that new but its just so freaking sweet that I can't help but go awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gIKwdxUpoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gIKwdxUpoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="305" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And V day is coming. Grrr. Oh well. At least its a Saturday. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-5692509933346702594?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5692509933346702594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-im-guy-and-all-but-i-chanced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5692509933346702594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5692509933346702594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-im-guy-and-all-but-i-chanced.html' title='Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-141661343868493389</id><published>2009-02-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:18:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>Just cause I &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know that this blog is becoming more incomprehensible, I would like to clarify that by far, three different people (me included) have posted posts. So if the sequence of events or mood differs, its cause it might not be written by me! Hope that helps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I here refers to Filhad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-141661343868493389?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/141661343868493389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cause-i-think-know-that-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/141661343868493389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/141661343868493389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cause-i-think-know-that-this-blog.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-6491642771832422380</id><published>2009-02-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:30:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day ever!</title><content type='html'>1)the successful hoax = unsuccessful appeal... damn&lt;br /&gt;2)it rained like mad...(this ang moh lady said it rained probably a lil' too much for her liking. lol random)&lt;br /&gt;3)everything reminded of Bob the builder (e.g. NYDC sign, naughty printing which looked like it, Nanyang Girls High)&lt;br /&gt;4)empty house&lt;br /&gt;5)tasteless bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;6)spending way too much on FOOD (useless gain of weight only)&lt;br /&gt;7)crazy indian security guard&lt;br /&gt;8)lame dance party (little miss sunshine should just dive into a well)&lt;br /&gt;9)late for school&lt;br /&gt;10)other bad things contributing to the solemn mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob the builder doesn't know what he's building. Too bad &lt;strong&gt;Saiful&lt;/strong&gt; won't be building along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-6491642771832422380?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6491642771832422380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest-hoax-ever-accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6491642771832422380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6491642771832422380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest-hoax-ever-accomplished.html' title='worst day ever!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-4449271117817727832</id><published>2009-02-06T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:17:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest hoax ever accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore - &lt;strong&gt;Can we hoax it? Yes we can!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Without a doubt, Bob the builder has arguably committed one of the biggest hoaxes in the history of mankind. It was so severe that the general public perceive it to be worse than some really bad ones, even topping 1958's kidnapping of Red Riding Hood. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Extracted from "This Shit Eat Bananas" by Zaivul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My thoughts? Bob the builder had a potentially awesome idea. He wanted to make use of the current technology to facilitate the building of his new building. And he also used the Dunia Besar Net System which he created himself. Bob even got featured in the papers for being an "innovative" person. But unfortunately his system had to be a hoax. A hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand what I'm saying but a few years down the road I hope I will still be able to remember what this post is supposed to mean. And it sucks to not know what to feel at times. Its like, if you want Angry, press 1. Want Happy? Please hold on... processing... processing... denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-4449271117817727832?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/4449271117817727832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-bob-builder-had-potentially-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4449271117817727832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/4449271117817727832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-bob-builder-had-potentially-awesome.html' title='greatest hoax ever accomplished'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-6205281261303381991</id><published>2009-02-02T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:32:43.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Decizion, vhert u go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SYb_qi_dY5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YNY4XXegMDI/s1600-h/alice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203118060528530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SYb_qi_dY5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YNY4XXegMDI/s320/alice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the whole Twilight craze has probably died down or something. But the reason why I put her picture up is cause I would like to tell the 10.5 readers who read my blog that right now, I would love nothing more than to have Alice Cullen's power. Because what I need right now is to be able to tell the future from decisions that I make. Like really. Know that's not happening though. Ergh the gamble that is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-6205281261303381991?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/6205281261303381991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-whole-twilight-craze-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6205281261303381991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/6205281261303381991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-whole-twilight-craze-has.html' title='Mr Decizion, vhert u go?'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SYb_qi_dY5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YNY4XXegMDI/s72-c/alice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-7056704579986676217</id><published>2009-02-01T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:35:19.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYJC ...shit..tahi!!</title><content type='html'>Tsk there will be this jc report thing tomorrow...orientation?? maybe, maybe not. i don't know and don't really care. cause the next 2 years is gonna be miserable anyway. at least the place won't be so loser like njc's. ulu nak mampos mak oi!! (zomg that is so freaking desolated like mother??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that means &lt;strong&gt;saiful&lt;/strong&gt;'s life will be worse. kk shall not be mean. my heart goes out to u &lt;strong&gt;fool&lt;/strong&gt;..he should just appeal for nyjc too right? right? at least the nyjc uniform won't be gray..tragic..happiness sapping. the anti-jc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna appeal for mass comm!!!&lt;br /&gt;wonder if anyone feels that they're like pinochio..being controlled like a puppet and not leading their own lives. sheesh even pinochio has his own life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : this is not Filhad either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-7056704579986676217?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/7056704579986676217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/nyjc-shittahi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7056704579986676217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/7056704579986676217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/02/nyjc-shittahi.html' title='NYJC ...shit..tahi!!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-8237046343641414575</id><published>2009-01-29T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:17:05.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionless</title><content type='html'>This blog feels so...weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-8237046343641414575?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/8237046343641414575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-feels-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8237046343641414575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/8237046343641414575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-feels-so.html' title='Emotionless'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5577924119114089529.post-5650441727204556643</id><published>2009-01-27T07:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:33:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So totally Ulfahzatul Tysha.</title><content type='html'>hello random people reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this so you can see what a post looks like here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt; looks like&lt;br /&gt;this is what &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt; looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, i'm not sure what to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaybye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not filhad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5577924119114089529-5650441727204556643?l=walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/feeds/5650441727204556643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-random-people-reading-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5650441727204556643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5577924119114089529/posts/default/5650441727204556643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-random-people-reading-this.html' title='So totally Ulfahzatul Tysha.'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
