<?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-9007471543059211990</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:09:56.993+08:00</updated><category term='Eunuch'/><category term='War'/><category term='depression.'/><category term='Misery'/><category term='despair'/><title type='text'>Resonating Light..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-9200673889332879958</id><published>2009-09-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:20:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Cycle o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bu.. I haven't been updating my blog for about a month or so.. anyone miss me? I doubt it =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this month was eventful. I was backstabbed. By a so-called friend known as- *Wanna know who ask me =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of a bitch. And I thought we were friends. He will pay in full price, the cost of betraying me one day.. I shall not elaborate more on how or why he betrayed me. All I need say is, he betrayed me over something he himself once did. Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Oh well. What's done is done. I've been waiting for this month for.. months? o.o since albums from 3DG, 30STM and SCANDAL're coming out this month ^.^ and the 1st single from 3DG's 3rd album, Life Starts Now, was recently released =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gruEKe_asbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/gruEKe_asbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;While waiting in hell for those albums to surface, I've been reading and listening to songs like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjI0g25-8jY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/NjI0g25-8jY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydr9EXtAZbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/ydr9EXtAZbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cy949gEkFKg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/cy949gEkFKg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;HEAR STEREOPONY'S HYDRANGEA GA SAITEIRU. &gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been playing DotA 24/7 recently with Tommy to improve my skills.. I'll put up some pictures when I've the mood :D *Senses Rene's boredom xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal msg to her:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S YOUR FAULT WAD. ASK ME BLOG WHEN I HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG. &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my test results came out recently.. mostly kns &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for English.. got 63/75 for Paper 2. Hope I can at least get 80+ this time &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;*Curses incompetent teacher for giving A2s*&lt;br /&gt;No, make that 90+! &gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say, other then the sidenote I've a new clan.. =D&lt;br /&gt;Chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-9200673889332879958?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/9200673889332879958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=9200673889332879958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/9200673889332879958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/9200673889332879958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-cycle-oo.html' title='Breaking the Cycle o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-4611850783835749143</id><published>2009-07-28T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:44:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Mayless birthday o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only this to say to a friend that's been there for me for the past 2 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a friend in my time of need, and for listening to me when I'm ranting about Lyns and Noodles, and not to mention someone else too for around.. 24/5. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like die you arh Ai Ping. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You still suck. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-4611850783835749143?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4611850783835749143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=4611850783835749143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4611850783835749143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4611850783835749143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-mayless-birthday-oo.html' title='Happy 1st Mayless birthday o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7874786717454374580</id><published>2009-07-18T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:03:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SmGOvNhHk7I/AAAAAAAAANk/tjJGrwFRimg/s1600-h/800px-Vizards_ready_for_battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SmGOvNhHk7I/AAAAAAAAANk/tjJGrwFRimg/s400/800px-Vizards_ready_for_battle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359721973281166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revan is bored outta his skull. He needs new games to play. Recommendations anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was online. Oh well. Daughtry's second album will do for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But only a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai suru mono ni wa kantan ni wa yuzurenai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7874786717454374580?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7874786717454374580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7874786717454374580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7874786717454374580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7874786717454374580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SmGOvNhHk7I/AAAAAAAAANk/tjJGrwFRimg/s72-c/800px-Vizards_ready_for_battle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-63383389305421477</id><published>2009-07-14T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:06:47.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML rocks xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and you'll see what I mean xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneek peek =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;  I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;  My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;  She thought it was my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;Today, I heard my sister masturbating in her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; I took the dog around the block to get out of the house, and I came back to see her leaving her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; my electric toothbrush in her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;Today, I wanted to have a good lunch with my wife before fasting for my surgery which I may not survive, she decided getting her hair cut was more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; I ate alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;Today, I was having sex with my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; When he was about to orgasm, he screamed "Yes Brittany!" at the top of his lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; My name's not Brittany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; That's his sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt;Today, I saw an elderly man fall in a crosswalk, so I jumped off my bike to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; As I helped him across, the light turned green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; At that point I noticed my phone had fallen out of my pocket in the street and was run over by several cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; I then watched across a 6 lane street as someone stole my bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people mess up in life, isn't it? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-63383389305421477?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/63383389305421477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=63383389305421477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/63383389305421477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/63383389305421477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml-rocks-xd.html' title='FML rocks xD'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1697139391908555521</id><published>2009-07-10T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:58:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem tuition xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored during Chemisery tuition.. so I 'terrorized' my nearby friends with my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiUFc-JUI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X0DpRGfYOY/s1600-h/IMG0030A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiUFc-JUI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X0DpRGfYOY/s400/IMG0030A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858378981090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jerk Haw doing Chemisery (Looks decent, but he bites o.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiCLxmmrI/AAAAAAAAANM/tnprP0HCJkY/s1600-h/IMG0034A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiCLxmmrI/AAAAAAAAANM/tnprP0HCJkY/s400/IMG0034A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858071440595634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ONLY time I actually got a snapshot on his face (He kept turning away =/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiBx6mmZI/AAAAAAAAANE/zKL7p1nwsgM/s1600-h/IMG0033A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiBx6mmZI/AAAAAAAAANE/zKL7p1nwsgM/s400/IMG0033A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858064499022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kevin when seeing me snap a picture of him (Superhero posing Bone! @@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiB-SAUjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nX4FY48uXU8/s1600-h/IMG0032A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiB-SAUjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nX4FY48uXU8/s400/IMG0032A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356858067818402354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The panda smiles! (Must be thinking dirty thoughts about Wei Wei o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhwVBPE1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/zG_JEuW3UpM/s1600-h/IMG0043A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhwVBPE1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/zG_JEuW3UpM/s400/IMG0043A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857764684436306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was trying to get a picture of Ming Sheng (The guy covering his face now) but tiok Kevin instead =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhwKsoACI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GCNfKhXl_VY/s1600-h/IMG0040A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhwKsoACI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GCNfKhXl_VY/s400/IMG0040A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857761913634850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got Ming Sheng and Meng Howe at the same time xD (2 birds with half a stone o.o!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sldhv9WbRRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WnPb23E_HDA/s1600-h/IMG0039A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sldhv9WbRRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WnPb23E_HDA/s400/IMG0039A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857758330864914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again! Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhvhpqhdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/efcKaa1KFW0/s1600-h/IMG0037A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldhvhpqhdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/efcKaa1KFW0/s400/IMG0037A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857750895363538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EPIC PAWN! Kevin with a dumbass look on his face =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1697139391908555521?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1697139391908555521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1697139391908555521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1697139391908555521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1697139391908555521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/07/chem-tuition-xd.html' title='Chem tuition xD'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SldiUFc-JUI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X0DpRGfYOY/s72-c/IMG0030A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6805918610584041068</id><published>2009-07-05T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:16:48.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispelling rumours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, as the title implies above, is to disprove the rumours that've been circulating recently about me and Rene, which frankly, are DAMN annoying. I can't take it anymore. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten the reader on what rumours've been goin' 'round, I and Rene have been accused of.. um.. how shall I say this without slashing up something nearby? *Smiles coldly* Being a couple. Yeah, that's right. Being a couple. Funny, isn't it? Examples of accusers include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Goh Chui Chin (My Sej teacher).&lt;br /&gt;2. Ngu Leh Hiong (Rene's form teacher).&lt;br /&gt;3. That piece of vermin Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of Rene's unknown friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of such rumours. Because of such rumours, people who I don't want to talk to start talking to me. Especially that piece of vermin. Pagh. And people start nosing around in stuff they shouldn't be. Examples include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Goh Chui Chin asking the whole class whether I've a relationship with Rene.&lt;br /&gt;2. Piece of vermin asking Rene's sister about me and Rene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only one response towards such things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP NOSING AROUND WILL YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, it just goes to show how little you people actually know about me. If you were truly my friends, you would never have asked. You would never have even thought of it. I'm disappointed in everyone's attitude. It's like everyone here thrives on rumours. Even the teachers. CAN'T YOU PEOPLE BE A BIT MORE PROFESSIONAL? We're just good friends, nothing more! You wanna gossip about couples? Sure.. lemme point you towards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT PIECE OF VERMIN AND HIS DEAR *AHEM*!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, I and Rene don't even hold hands, and people call us a couple? While he and his bitch hold hands and go lovey dovey all the time, and everyone IGNORES them? Please! There's a prime gossiping topic in front of your eyes, so go GOSSIP about them, for the love of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, no one seems to want to, yet continue to disturb my chatting session with Rene. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I and Rene blab away about my crush*&lt;br /&gt;*The you-know-what and her friends walk by and notice us*&lt;br /&gt;Rene: One of them just looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;*The three come and sit beside us*&lt;br /&gt;Me: They're here to eavesdrop.&lt;br /&gt;*One of the you-know-what's friends looks at me*&lt;br /&gt;*We continue chatting about something else*&lt;br /&gt;*Recess ends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in 4E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-know-what's friend: You and Rene dating arh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Mutters: I'll sms you later.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, trust me, I did sms her. And I bombed her. She acted indignant though.&lt;br /&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't? Anyway, she did something extremely stupid after that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPARE ME TO THE PLAYGIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! G'job ^^! Damn clever of you to compare me to someone that cheap.. why, I couldn't do better then that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I go outta topic here. Let's get back on track, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's several reasons I won't even be considering being Rene's bf, and why we're so close, okay? Here's why I'm close with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're both loners. Look at our number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I suck in socializing. Refer to my public spiaking compy for verification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We've the same personality. Isn't that obvious? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why I won't be Rene's bf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've a crush, and she as SURE AS HELL ain't in this school. Wanna know where? Ask me PERSONALLY, my dear 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She herself has a crush already! And it isn't me. Not telling who though. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She. Just. Isn't. My. Type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I. Prefer. Older. Girls. There, enough for you? *Glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said everything I need to say, I think there's no need for me to keep on writing more.. but before I end, do watch this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/1893612/6247444"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUI - Namidairo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was too big to embed, but I insist you hear it! It's a sad, yet memorable song o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Post was slightly edited in rememberance of a former 'friendship.' Right Chilli? *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6805918610584041068?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6805918610584041068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6805918610584041068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6805918610584041068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6805918610584041068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/07/dispelling-rumours_05.html' title='Dispelling rumours.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1277872332725238394</id><published>2009-06-28T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:56:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it's not exactly on time.. but still, I should be the first to make this post.. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkZI2sG6X4I/AAAAAAAAALc/C8hROnCewbA/s1600-h/KW+o.o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkZI2sG6X4I/AAAAAAAAALc/C8hROnCewbA/s400/KW+o.o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352045311566700418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN WONG THE SONG!!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we've only been friends for less then 2 months, still, you're the first person I know who shares the exact same birthday as me @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an intriguing person and also one of the most damned chatty I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;(That's a good thing *Grins*)&lt;br /&gt;May the rest of the year be fruitful for you! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't be dull today.. I'm sure you're gonna have a great day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1277872332725238394?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1277872332725238394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1277872332725238394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1277872332725238394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1277872332725238394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-14th-birthday.html' title='Happy 14th Birthday!'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkZI2sG6X4I/AAAAAAAAALc/C8hROnCewbA/s72-c/KW+o.o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1278023801514002275</id><published>2009-06-26T22:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:56:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interschool Public Spiaking Compy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I along with Jeffrey, Brenda and Rene played truant to spectate and support a dear friend, Anna in the public speaking competition she was participating in at STAR, or rather Sekolah Tun Abdul Razak (I'd thought it was Tunku Abdul Rahman =.=). At first, I wasn't really interested in going, considering how it'd turned out the year before, but there was someone I wanted to see, so I decided to tag along. Not to mention 3 of my novels and my iPhone =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the way there, Pn. Ng collided with a dog. A black one to be exact. This was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dog runs by*&lt;br /&gt;*Brakes*&lt;br /&gt;*Thud*&lt;br /&gt;*Dog yelps*&lt;br /&gt;*OMG!*&lt;br /&gt;*Dog runs away unscathed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, we drove past a carcass of a dog (I think t'was a dog anyway). This one was brown, with only the torso and legs left. Didn't notice any sign of a head, and the torso was kinda.. ripped. Perhaps the powers that be wanted a life in exchange for the dog earlier o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the pictures I snapped before we arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkTm_2G7QII/AAAAAAAAAKM/tPqnCMnB-kc/s1600-h/IMG0012A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkTm_2G7QII/AAAAAAAAAKM/tPqnCMnB-kc/s400/IMG0012A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351656241753702530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeffrey and Anna o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkTnNdkmKyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WpF-QXV2OBE/s1600-h/IMG0013A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkTnNdkmKyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WpF-QXV2OBE/s400/IMG0013A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351656475685432098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The roadside on the way there :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we did get there, I was kinda disappointed with the venue. T'was a weak school, with at least ONE unsafe building and several others that looked quite old. Please, even Sunny Hill could beat that school in looks =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food was.. OSIK! Brenda commented on it being oily, and yeah, I had to agree. Not something a growing boy like me would wanna take o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we'd disembarked, I saw a girl in braces, or rather, Hannah Chen from SMK Green Road. Being the random guy, this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda (I think): Eh, Hannah Chen!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, look! Braces!&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Ng: Andrew, I didn't bring you here to see girls..&lt;br /&gt;Me (On the outside): I'm not looking at girls! *Goes indignant*&lt;br /&gt;Me (On the inside): This is what happens when you're the Pervert King.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least.. my gamble paid off. It'd been a year since I'd last seen her in real life, but at least I got to see her again. And I didn't have to wait long. Immediately after we disembarked, she did too. Just. Meters. Away. OMG. I wanted to go say hi, but I was.. kinda timid =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, her name's Samantha. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely a minute later, when we were all heading for the hall, she stopped beside us. I'm still unsure, but I suspect she was waiting for Revan, or rather, me to say hi (Apparently, she recognized our school logo and recalled I was from that school) but I never did, despite what the others did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene: Aww, look! She's so sweet, just standing there by herself. Go say hi liao!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Ugh! *Walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fast forward, we entered the hall, sat down, and I entered my ear-splitting, mind-numbing  private world of SCANDAL songs with my iPhone, while Jeffrey and Rene did some kinda riddle, and as for Brenda.. no idea. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the participants blabbed, I barely heard. There were some amusing ones though, like the St. Joe guy who likened a marriage proposal to the exhilaration of goalscoring. But I did perk up my ears during 18 and 19. Which was St. Mary's participant (who happens to be the exact same girl I wanted to say hi to) and Anna. And they were superb. Worlds apart from the osik I'd been hearing from the participants before 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she was halfway presenting her speech, I heard something that applies to me. Yes, SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: .........*Something about how using the Internet and handphones to communicate with others are cowardly compared to face to face confrontation*.......&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh fierfek. Oh crud.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey: *Laughs* Coward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind probing anyone? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during lunch break pula..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Ng: Are you sure you don't want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah, I'm not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Ng: Are you on diet or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene ar, for the last time, I'M NOT ON DIET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the whole break, I was having a mental conflict with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, for the love of God, GO SAY HI! The sky's not gonna fall down if you do!&lt;br /&gt;Timid me: Not just yet, not just yet. Patience!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zzzzz, you're gonna regret this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she came out to throw something, my timid side won:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene: *Glances and grins meaningfully*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, came the impromptu speech. To my utmost disappointment, everyone had the same topic.. seriously, did they never consider the fact that with everyone presenting a different topic, it might just have been more interesting? *Mutters mir'osik under breath*&lt;br /&gt;The topic given was "If you don't start now, it'll be too late." Is it just me, or does it sound like a threat to the participants to be on time? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the contestants were bores, or rather mirsh'kyramud. Why, there was one who barely stood there for a minute delivering his speech, and finished after.. barely 20 seconds. Fierfek? Apparently, 30 minutes of quarantine wasn't enough time =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then something impossible popped up. I'd given up hope in saying hi to her, so I asked Anna to do so in my stead. However..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: *Remembering what I asked of her, tries to find Samantha, to no avail.*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait! Tell her Revan said hi.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: YOU'RE REVAN?&lt;br /&gt;Anna: *Goes on about how Samantha was asking about someone named Revan*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kandosii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I believed in God, I'd say "Divine intervention." *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: *Walks over to Samantha*&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Remember that Revan you were asking about just now?&lt;br /&gt;Sam:  Yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Well, he's here now.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;Anna: He's behind there right now *Points*&lt;br /&gt;Sam: *Looks behind and sees my not so impressive visage*&lt;br /&gt;Sam: *Grins and waves hi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sometime later.. I think I did something crazy &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came over to the back to say hi to all of us, I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: He wants to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: *Looks in my direction*&lt;br /&gt;Me: CanIhaveyourhandphonenumber?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Even Rene commented it sounded like I had a crush on her =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, osik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of the day, the verdict was.. surprising. Even upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;We'd all thought that Anna and Sam would've gotten something. Apparently not, 'cause the top 3 were Hannah, Creedon, and Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Fierfek! Ugh, the shabla judges really screwed up this time, 'cause the three of them were mediocre at best. M-E-D-I-O-C-R-E. Di'kut judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Anna told this was something one of the judges told Sam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You thought you were funny, but you weren't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di'kut! Pure osik! The winners weren't amusing, as I can recall! Gedet'ye, those judges are flawed. Ori'buyce, kih'kovid. That pretty much sums 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other pictures, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWcU6jRjuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FRQgN1FYytY/s1600-h/anna.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWcU6jRjuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FRQgN1FYytY/s400/anna.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351855615328227042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anna during her speech (Note the error window behind her o.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWbt6jH3LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bs4oKwbpiCQ/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWbt6jH3LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bs4oKwbpiCQ/s400/IMG_4128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351854945312693426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right: Me doing the mlm, Jeffrey, Anna and Brenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWckwSht-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ELaAPtaR-U0/s1600-h/3some.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkWckwSht-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ELaAPtaR-U0/s400/3some.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351855887451535330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right: Anna, Brenda and Rene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back tired, but with a sense of accomplishment. At least she knows how I look like now =D&lt;br /&gt;And I have her hp num! *Gives Rene the thanks she obviously does not deserve since I know she's gonna brag =(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sam:&lt;br /&gt;You did well that day, don't feel down. The judges were just overly di'kut =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1278023801514002275?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1278023801514002275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1278023801514002275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1278023801514002275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1278023801514002275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/06/interschool-public-spiaking-compy-2009.html' title='Interschool Public Spiaking Compy 2009'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SkTm_2G7QII/AAAAAAAAAKM/tPqnCMnB-kc/s72-c/IMG0012A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2985254739992073563</id><published>2009-06-06T21:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:53:04.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雀蜂雷公鞭!!! :-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Title says it all o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipt_lAksyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-z-SQdngF5E/s1600-h/394px-Soi_Fon_Bankai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipt_lAksyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-z-SQdngF5E/s400/394px-Soi_Fon_Bankai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344204846862218018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was hoping for something more suited for assassinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipt1-zM0LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wHpWDNBI-II/s1600-h/779px-Soifon_ability.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipt1-zM0LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wHpWDNBI-II/s400/779px-Soifon_ability.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344204681986756786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still don't think Barragan's gonna die from ONE flashy boom o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moving onto other topics,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Swede Robin Soderling who ousted Rafael Nadal, the French Open trophy may finally become this guy's to win for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipv-EQyIKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ApzGpHMzFgY/s1600-h/capt.photo_1244228155896-5-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipv-EQyIKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ApzGpHMzFgY/s400/capt.photo_1244228155896-5-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344207019915223202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He may not be hot, but c'mon! Pity the guy! He's never won the French Open even once =(&lt;br /&gt;(Although he has won 5 Wimbledon titles, 5 US Open titles and Australian Open titles, not to mention being one title away from equalling Pete Sampras's record)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 5 setter in which he prevailed over world no. 5 Juan Martin Del Potro 3-6, 7-6, 2-6, 6-1, 6-4, world no. 2 Roger Federer's posed to win his maiden French Open and finally complete his collection of Grand Slams when he meets Robin Soderling, world no. 25 in the men's final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Sunday. A date with destiny. A chance for Fedex to cement his reputation as the best player ever to have graced the game. A chance for Fedex to shed tears of joy at Roland Garros at long last! Pray for the man, or if you don't believe in God, hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this on a happy note, happy holidays! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2985254739992073563?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2985254739992073563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2985254739992073563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2985254739992073563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2985254739992073563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o.html' title='雀蜂雷公鞭!!! :-O'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sipt_lAksyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-z-SQdngF5E/s72-c/394px-Soi_Fon_Bankai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-684255046850671019</id><published>2009-05-25T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:40:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares about Glambert and Allen when you've got Daughtry's 2nd album? o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbfqzKti6XQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/vbfqzKti6XQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest single from Daughtry's new album, No Surprise is out! Imba song o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are below :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've practiced this for hours, gone round and round,&lt;br /&gt;And now I think that I've got it all down,&lt;br /&gt;And as I say it louder I love how it sounds,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not taking the easy way out,&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons,&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out like a river once I let it out,&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I wouldn't know how,&lt;br /&gt;Held onto it forever just pushing it down,&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good to let go of it now,&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons,&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;God knows we tried to find an easier way,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place we used to go,&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows,&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That's why this comes as no, as no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see the future and how this plays out,&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now,&lt;br /&gt;But after going through this, it's easier to see the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-684255046850671019?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/684255046850671019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=684255046850671019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/684255046850671019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/684255046850671019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-cares-about-glambert-and-allen-when.html' title='Who cares about Glambert and Allen when you&apos;ve got Daughtry&apos;s 2nd album? o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-3079726224114715458</id><published>2009-05-17T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:43:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Hate. Tests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh. Tests are the ultimate bore. They force you to cram useless stuff into your head. They make you panic 24/7. They give another cause for parents to scold us. Bah! Tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio arrr, why d'you have so many facts to memorize? First the enzymes, then the amylase, lastly the dumb potato cells. Ish, the oscillation experiment was easier then those potatoes. And English! Whyyyy? Doushite? I was crossing my fingers for no reports and letters, and from outta the blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section A: Write an informal letter. Har har har. Very funny. I'm trying to beat Anna here for Pete's sake =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sunday pula. I'm not studying now, I'm sitting at my aunt's comp typing about how we're celebrating Momma's Day for my gramps while I have what Samantha dubs, Che-misery.&lt;br /&gt;Che-misery ar! All those mols, 6 x 10^23, and the chemical formulas and equations! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All when I'm trying to get someone to sms me so that I can *you know what* her. Hormones. Why NOW??? :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog post ended in swtness o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-3079726224114715458?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3079726224114715458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=3079726224114715458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3079726224114715458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3079726224114715458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-tests_17.html' title='I. Hate. Tests.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2799169677826655832</id><published>2009-05-06T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:34:10.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk don't laugh. o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SgGfNE7tMZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/msdoL6Enzf0/s1600-h/IMG0008A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SgGfNE7tMZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/msdoL6Enzf0/s1600-h/IMG0008A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SgGfNE7tMZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/msdoL6Enzf0/s400/IMG0008A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332718480794661266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua wrote this yesterday during Chem tuition lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is Andalu,&lt;br /&gt;Andalu is Kangaroo,&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo is in Australia,&lt;br /&gt;But not in Austria,&lt;br /&gt;Never get it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are now informed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2799169677826655832?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2799169677826655832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2799169677826655832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2799169677826655832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2799169677826655832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/05/jerk-dont-laugh-oo.html' title='Jerk don&apos;t laugh. o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SgGfNE7tMZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/msdoL6Enzf0/s72-c/IMG0008A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2751755880536466887</id><published>2009-05-04T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:31:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd tag o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tagged by my &lt;a href="http://ennli.blogspot.com/"&gt;sis&lt;/a&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sf6yj-hvFfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-oLChJ0_z0/s1600-h/Auchindoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sf6yj-hvFfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-oLChJ0_z0/s400/Auchindoun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331895340002907634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you choose the photo?&lt;br /&gt;Because it looks cool! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;The last time she kissed me o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song you've listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Gone by Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing besides answering this tag?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs and transferring pictures into my phone.. adui, so kepoh bor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides your own name, how do you like people to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Revan! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 persons, the following questions are related to them.&lt;br /&gt;Ok o.o&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://icecutter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jerky/Panda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://ahbeng12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin Wong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://rlmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://vonlwt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Evon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.noone-is-tommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://rockfordjl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;br /&gt;xD! He's the star attraction of SMKJA, the one and only werepanda Wong Jerk Haw! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 has a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;No one for now, but she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; have an interest in someone.. wanna know for sure? Ask me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about no. 5.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Salamy! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Arang student :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's number 2?&lt;br /&gt;A good friend o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to number 6.&lt;br /&gt;SG KIA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2751755880536466887?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2751755880536466887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2751755880536466887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2751755880536466887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2751755880536466887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-tag-oo.html' title='2nd tag o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sf6yj-hvFfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-oLChJ0_z0/s72-c/Auchindoun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8118924054919136039</id><published>2009-05-01T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:52:57.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st tag in a long long long long long.. time. o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evon arrr, next time tell me when I'm tagged larh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important things in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. DotA! (Duhhh)&lt;br /&gt;2. Music (What would life be without 3DG, 30 Seconds To Mars and Daughtry eh? xD)&lt;br /&gt;3. Her! (Confidential o.o)&lt;br /&gt;4. My phone and comp (Ngai ti, no phone cannot sms, no comp no DotA.. how could I possibly live?! @.@!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Porn! I can't live without it! (Ok, that was a joke! Seriously! I don't watch porn! You do believe me.. right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought with your money?&lt;br /&gt;My money? Or my parents'? o.0 Well the last thing I bought were books, books and books. When was the last time I bought something without pages in it anyway? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream place for your future wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll get married at all, but if it does happen, I suppose.. I'd wanna tie the knot somewhere exotic. Somewhere in Europe, perhaps? Maybe in the Emirates Stadium xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your relationship with your soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;Puhhhleassse. No girl in their right mind would ever think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone here knows the answer? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last restaurant you went for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;No idea and no interest whatsoever in knowing o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book you bought:&lt;br /&gt;WoW: Beyond The Dark Portal :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Too sexy to tell, you might get an orgasm from hearing it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you more comfortable with, mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.  I hate the idea of family.  I prefer to distance myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the person you want to meet most in your life:&lt;br /&gt;Her name's not for you to know =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your clothes alone?&lt;br /&gt;*Blank stare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place you want to go to the most:&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can truly find a measure of peace with myself. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or hug?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the more passionate one. Which one do you think it is? o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that come out frequently from my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, maigu, mcb, lanpa, mlm you, you weak! Forgive me, I'm just 16 years old xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books you have read:&lt;br /&gt;Playboy! Jkjk xD&lt;br /&gt;LOTR, WoW, SW and an assortment of science fiction books. Oh, does manga count? If it does I read Bleach too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs you hear the most:&lt;br /&gt;Takin' Back My Love, Everytime We Touch, Gone, Used To, All These Lives, The Fantasy, and Jerky's favourite.. S.E.X.!!! S is for the simple need~ o.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Gellie,&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh,&lt;br /&gt;Jerky,&lt;br /&gt;Juliana (Just so that I see you write something in English for once xD),&lt;br /&gt;Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;and Glo!&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8118924054919136039?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8118924054919136039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8118924054919136039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8118924054919136039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8118924054919136039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-tag-in-long-long-long-long-long.html' title='The 1st tag in a long long long long long.. time. o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6970516943984886328</id><published>2009-04-27T03:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:36:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What online tests think of me :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Optimism/Pessimism Test - 63/100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rated a.. cynic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to your responses, your perspective of humankind is rather cynical. You often assume the worst of people, and will usually distrust their motives. Instead of giving others the benefit of the doubt and accept what they say or do at face value, you take a much more self-protective stance. Unless proven otherwise, you generally refuse to believe in other people’s good intentions and more often than not, will withhold your trust. Although this perspective may protect you from being taken advantage of, you could definitely benefit from being a little more trusting. Your belief that many people are fundamentally bad can lead to a rather pessimistic outlook, that is, if you don’t already have one. Unlike their less positive counterparts, optimists will at least try to find the good in even the most difficult of people, and are much more willing to place their faith in others. Although this doesn’t mean that you should trust the good intentions of everyone you meet, a leap of faith every once in a while couldn’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Emotional Intelligence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to your self-report answers, your emotional intelligence is very poor. People who score like you do feel that they have trouble dealing with their own emotions and those of others. They struggle to overcome difficulties in their lives and they are unable to control their moods. It’s hard for them to understand how best to motivate themselves and reach their goals. In addition, they find social interactions quite difficult, for several reasons. They may have trouble allowing themselves to get close with others, finding it difficult to be vulnerable enough to establish intimacy. They also report having trouble offering support to others, likely due to the fact that they do not understand where others are coming from or they lack ideas about how best to help. Perhaps by working on your problem areas, you can become more confident in dealing with your own emotions and those of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Belief test - 75/100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to your score, you believe that some people are gifted with the power to see into the future and can predict things to come. Although you may not consider all psychics to be legitimate practitioners, you do believe that there are some who do indeed possess a sort of “sixth sense” or the ability to feel and see things that most people can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jealousy test - 23/100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to your score, you seem to be doing the right thing in most jealousy-inducing situations, but there are a few occasions when your reactions may be a little more blatant. For the most part however, you seem to be able to monitor your behavior and rarely let it get out of hand. From the viewpoint of a partner, jealousy is generally very unbecoming, but the good news is that it can be controlled. This is best achieved by addressing any underlying issues you may have that can trigger your jealousy. If, on the other hand, it’s your partner who thrives on jealousy – and perhaps even goes out of her way to instigate it - then it is a pretty safe guess that she has an issue that needs to be addressed, as it could really sour your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go at 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queendom.com/tests/index.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6970516943984886328?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6970516943984886328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6970516943984886328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6970516943984886328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6970516943984886328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-online-tests-think-of-me-o.html' title='What online tests think of me :o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8652332153608477701</id><published>2009-04-20T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:42:42.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAR THIS! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo60YrBNB0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/uo60YrBNB0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead just leave, can't hold you, you're free&lt;br /&gt;You take all these things, if they mean so much to you&lt;br /&gt;I gave you your dreams, 'cause you meant the world&lt;br /&gt;So did I deserve to be left here hurt&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't know you're out of control&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finding all of this from my boys&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're stone cold, you say it ain't so,&lt;br /&gt;You already know I'm not attached to material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;My love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What did I do but give love to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just confused as I stand here and look at you&lt;br /&gt;From head to feet, all that's not me&lt;br /&gt;Go 'head, keep the keys, that's not what I need from you&lt;br /&gt;You think that you know (I do), you've made yourself cold (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How could you believe them over me, I'm your girl&lt;br /&gt;You're out of control (So what?), how could you let go (Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'm not attached to material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique:&lt;br /&gt;So all this love I give you, take it away, (Unh, uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;You think material's the reason I came, (Unh, uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;Enrique:&lt;br /&gt;If I had nothing would you want me to stay (Unh, uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;You keep your money, take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I've given you too much but I'm takin' back my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' back my love, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8652332153608477701?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8652332153608477701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8652332153608477701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8652332153608477701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8652332153608477701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/04/hear-this-d_20.html' title='HEAR THIS! =D'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2119005327473589196</id><published>2009-04-15T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:33:54.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a stupid Chem test this Friday I'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to stay back after that 'till 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mlm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2119005327473589196?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2119005327473589196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2119005327473589196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2119005327473589196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2119005327473589196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-3336790079155855697</id><published>2009-04-10T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:48:15.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye is the final answer, I guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlDInVqv8cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/TlDInVqv8cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zJ7LfLDTu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/4zJ7LfLDTu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when she's about to leave, I feel.. something I never have felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head tells me to be happy for her. After all, she's going somewhere new, no? It would be.. good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart tells me I don't want her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to stay. I wish everything could stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking so is naive and immature. After all, what could it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she ever sees this, I suppose this is all I have to say to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. That was 2 years ago, when I first became infatuated with you. You were perfect - clever as well as beautiful. To me, you were the girl of my dreams. Perhaps now, you can understand why I fell for you, despite the fact you were older. I suppose it is true - love is blind. I doubt I ever will find someone like you again. But rest assured, I stopped chasing you long ago, and I will not continue now.. it is too late for that. I have my life, and you yours. As we part ways, these are my final words to you, unless we should meet again: Farewell, old friend, and may joy and bliss follow you wherever you go. I will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-3336790079155855697?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3336790079155855697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=3336790079155855697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3336790079155855697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3336790079155855697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-is-final-answer-i-guess.html' title='Goodbye is the final answer, I guess.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-107012385921586263</id><published>2009-04-01T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:05:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I not be depressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following takes place between 9.25 p.m and 9.30 p.m on a ordinary Tuesday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley / Watermelon: Andrew, don't be sad!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Thinks: The fuck? How did they know I was depressed?*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Why're you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Car comes seconds after that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for any readers wondering about my depression, I got a sickening, heart breaking, practically impossible result with the number 74 stamped/branded/tattooed/forged into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of you would think, "74's ok lei, what's wrong with it?" the pain of it lies in that damn fucking subject's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat yet again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only subject I CANNOT get less then 80 in! MCB la. All those English illiterates  in 4A are bound to be laughing at me now. Mahai, summore I'm not the highest. No, the honour goes to Anna! At times like these, I am damned tempted to scream out these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATTHEBLOODYFUCKHAPPENED?!&lt;br /&gt;HOWINALLTHE&lt;br /&gt;FUCKINGHELLSEVER&lt;br /&gt;SPAWNEDDID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74?!&lt;br /&gt;MCBKNNPBK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t(-.-t)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;When you're practically only good in one thing, and when something like this happens, you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-I-S-I-L-L-U-S-I-O-N-E-D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the others making fun of me now. I'll admit, I was bragging about it, but this.. this is PAINFUL enough! Before this, everyone at least respected my expertise in English, now?&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm a no-good, lazy bones who doesn't deserve to be in 4A! Just because they got As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great. What a fucking fine day for me. And Amelia doesn't even know head nor tail of it. Just goes to show that practically none of my classmates have ever, nor ever will understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. In 2 months' time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back and retake my throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-107012385921586263?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/107012385921586263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=107012385921586263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/107012385921586263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/107012385921586263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-can-i-not-be-depressed.html' title='How can I not be depressed?'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7291828379727462594</id><published>2009-03-13T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:51:38.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lust 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sbo582E1xsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1RnCpPiPRsg/s1600-h/18-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sbo582E1xsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1RnCpPiPRsg/s400/18-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622427907671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sbo50uAGnvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HNu7mVgwBgQ/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sbo50uAGnvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HNu7mVgwBgQ/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622288301367026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Ishida loses his hand to Ulquiorra after he (easily) dispatches of Ichigo with a Cero Oscuras, Orihime tries to revive Ichigo, and O_o it looks like his hair has grown! Could it signify.. the return.. of the HOLLOW? Stay tuned for Bleach chapter 350: The Lust 4! (I think that's the name anyway o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7291828379727462594?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7291828379727462594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7291828379727462594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7291828379727462594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7291828379727462594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/03/lust-3.html' title='The Lust 3'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/Sbo582E1xsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1RnCpPiPRsg/s72-c/18-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-9049928305647774381</id><published>2009-03-12T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:56:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 'ordinary' pictures xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbkUjiud2nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FDXPTxnUXss/s1600-h/Jerk2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbkUjiud2nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FDXPTxnUXss/s400/Jerk2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312299836309887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbkTkneIV6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRpfMxT4Icg/s1600-h/Jerk1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbkTkneIV6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRpfMxT4Icg/s400/Jerk1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312298755251787682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally beat Jerk =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-9049928305647774381?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/9049928305647774381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=9049928305647774381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/9049928305647774381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/9049928305647774381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-ordinary-pictures-xd.html' title='2 &apos;ordinary&apos; pictures xD'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbkUjiud2nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FDXPTxnUXss/s72-c/Jerk2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5984984557292814197</id><published>2009-03-07T10:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:13:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.. Wong Jerk Haw! ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In celebration of 4A and 4E students (inevitably) failing Add Math,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbHh72LEMBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dt19gF_PWog/s1600-h/Jerk+Haw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbHh72LEMBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dt19gF_PWog/s320/Jerk+Haw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310273853916983314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Looks like a panda doesn't he? Red cheeks, white face.. oh, the resemblance! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you.. Wong! Jerk! Haw! ~o.o~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few facts about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB's in April something something 1993 (No one knows the day o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trademark quote: o.o (We all copied him xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copies me :O (I weigh 55 kg and he weighs the same! Copy Jerk mlm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays ping pong, ever represented the school once (Should be the school mascot xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of clan [OMG] that made it to the loser bracket's semis, placing 8th overall. And was the only guy who got a Divine Rapier in that tournament (Bad hearted panda, 2 hits kill KotL, not siasuey fake one, poor iGs lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is known as Panda, Jerky, and Chinaman! (He lived in China during his childhood, 5 years if I'm not mistaken :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks have the unique ability to turn red. I mean RED. Even his ears can @.@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes sushi (Who doesn't? o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deluded himself into thinking he's the next Yun Ho o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes Chinese although he sucks in it (Got a D for PMR and wouldn't believe it when we told him :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive about being called a panda :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was how he looked like when he was a kid, 9 I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbHhuX75NaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e3YQrt_ih08/s1600-h/ZH+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbHhuX75NaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e3YQrt_ih08/s320/ZH+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310273622461986210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Nerdish + piggish! o.o!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5984984557292814197?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5984984557292814197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5984984557292814197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5984984557292814197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5984984557292814197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/03/introducing-wong-jerk-haw.html' title='Introducing.. Wong Jerk Haw! ~~~'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SbHh72LEMBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Dt19gF_PWog/s72-c/Jerk+Haw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7612525812846938784</id><published>2009-02-28T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:21:12.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I've become.. or what I will be.. I feel.. detached somehow. Desensitised. I don't know who I am anymore. I've changed so much, does anything of the old me still remain? Where is the boy who once asked 'why' incesantly during primary, whos curiosity was beyond others? Where was the weird kid who thought up weird ideas all the time? Where is the boy.. who was loyal to her? Her and only her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed so much these 4 years.. every year another step. I'm no longer that naive, inquisitive boy anymore, but.. what have I traded it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been remembering her face in guilt. I still can't believe I made her cry. Even as I'm DotAing or CSing, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. I haven't even smsed her yet. I haven't said an apology yet. Friends urged. Reasoned. Tried to help. But I said, I was shy. I said, I didn't have the courage to apologize. Said I'd sms her when I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't done it. I care about her.. I really do. But.. what will she say? How will she react? I.. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me. I was too rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another friend..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me to realize what it means to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revan is still uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7612525812846938784?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7612525812846938784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7612525812846938784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7612525812846938784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7612525812846938784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/02/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7319994278393756496</id><published>2009-02-22T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:26:44.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Italian man who went to Malta o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1TnzCiUSI0&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/m1TnzCiUSI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Italia, you son of a beach! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7319994278393756496?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7319994278393756496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7319994278393756496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7319994278393756496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7319994278393756496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/02/italian-man-who-went-to-malta-oo.html' title='The Italian man who went to Malta o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2128147078197698420</id><published>2009-02-07T16:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:14:01.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E's dissection :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not fair! They dissected first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txXdjkM5yK4&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/txXdjkM5yK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F0be3taI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuigCbn_KSM/s1600-h/P2051051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F0be3taI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuigCbn_KSM/s320/P2051051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969103517693346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4E dissectors/torturers/rodent murderers/wadever you wanna call 'em @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left is Joseph, while right is Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F8vbrloI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WNi-FnI1hyY/s1600-h/P2051034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F8vbrloI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WNi-FnI1hyY/s320/P2051034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969246311978626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you prepared to die, oh white rat? o.o!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1GFxpsTSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wHM13P8CjUs/s1600-h/P2051042.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/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1GFxpsTSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wHM13P8CjUs/s320/P2051042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969401526439202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose it found life too cruel =/&lt;br /&gt;Look! Entrails! Viscera! *Screams like a sakai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F31CnvmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6eGRX1ZUlj8/s1600-h/P2051017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F31CnvmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6eGRX1ZUlj8/s320/P2051017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969161918135906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hamster that 4E wanted to kill but Avril bought from Joseph, which Brenda then wanted but decided she couldn't keep it, which Avril also couldn't keep before asking her mother, and which was about to be thrown into the dustbin before being saved by Chills :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It's MIA somewhere in Chills's house now o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1GJB6BjcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PRefIfMkCvQ/s1600-h/P2051023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1GJB6BjcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PRefIfMkCvQ/s320/P2051023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299969457429515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one large frog o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2128147078197698420?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2128147078197698420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2128147078197698420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2128147078197698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2128147078197698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/02/4es-dissection-o_07.html' title='4E&apos;s dissection :O'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SY1F0be3taI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WuigCbn_KSM/s72-c/P2051051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-880981836821552516</id><published>2009-02-07T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:19:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring post about a boring day =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kevin Wong's house, only to find him going to Chills's house :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed him to Chills's house, and ended up frightening Leaf o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Kevin about Bleach =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introed him to Anna, Brenda and Jocelyn (Brenda if you ever read this, PLEASE LA stop bringing around Jerk Haw on your bag =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingered at Kevin's house and left around 5.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back home (Stupid rear tyre la, hai si lang kai mlm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into a fitful slumber after dinner :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and used the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged a lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am preparing to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revan is still active. And bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-880981836821552516?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/880981836821552516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=880981836821552516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/880981836821552516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/880981836821552516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring-post-about-boring-day-d.html' title='A boring post about a boring day =D'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1973279899566942505</id><published>2009-01-31T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:05:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anything matter at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sick of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of always playing second fiddle to everyone. I'm tired of always having to RELENT. Of always having to give others what they WANT. No one truly cares about me. All they care about is what I can give them. One of my friends said that I think too much about myself, but would anyone look out for ME? When I stick my head out for others, will anyone else do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead weary of trying to be someone I'm not. I'm damned angry at being mocked by people who look down on me. In the end, what everyone wants is power. Fine with me. I'll just backstab everyone who gets in my way. So many people have said I'm too bitter, but can I really be blamed? This is what I am, and NOTHING can change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a jerk, a fool, asshole, whatever you want. I don't care anymore. Why? Because you forced me to. Because this is where fate has taken me. Because everyone betrayed me, so shall I betray them. Revenge, pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1973279899566942505?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1973279899566942505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1973279899566942505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1973279899566942505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1973279899566942505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-anything-matter-at-all.html' title='Does anything matter at all?'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-825568572400044825</id><published>2009-01-26T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:33:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny joke xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at Keeve's house this afternoon when I heard a funny, albeit slightly sensitive joke. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha, Allah and God made a bet on a football match. The loser/losers would have to be.. erm.. how do you mention it in English already =.=.. hit in the balls. (I know hit's not the right word, but bear with me ok? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the losers turned out to be Allah and God. Since there were two losers, Buddha got ready to hit both their balls by posturing his fingers in the 'meditation' way. God, being a man/god of his word, allowed Buddha to tie his hands in the crucifix way. As for Allah, he ran because he had no guts. While Buddha waited for Allah to come back, he got tired of lifting his hands and put them down on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, exactly why monks and yoga practitioners put their hands so while meditating, and why Jesus appears with his hands spread apart like a cross. As well as why Muslims don't have any 'postures.' xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For those who DO understand the hidden attack on Islam, keep it to yourselves alright? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-825568572400044825?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/825568572400044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=825568572400044825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/825568572400044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/825568572400044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-joke-xd.html' title='A funny joke xD'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7812593818787321383</id><published>2009-01-23T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:12:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing a Happy Chinese New Year to Forsaken and friends! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! It is finally, the moment all of us (Chinese) have been waiting for! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says, happy CNY to FsK members and friends, as well as a prosperous Cow Year o.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the weak, weak the feed! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7812593818787321383?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7812593818787321383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7812593818787321383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7812593818787321383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7812593818787321383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishing-happy-chinese-new-year-to.html' title='Wishing a Happy Chinese New Year to Forsaken and friends! =D'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1593138321132567522</id><published>2009-01-14T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:57:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalalala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a good mood now. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just beat an Axe 4-3. Mwarhahahahahaha. And I was losing. Super creeps hia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. not exactly beat, but then he died more.. and I was.. A NECROLYTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all non-DotA players, believe me, I was supposed to lose. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiyah, I baru saja turned back the table when we had to stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this moment, only one phrase can define the indignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bah. Nvm. I consider myself the winner. Lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: I might return to normal on9 activities this week. MIGHT. So don't leap up in joy Audrey, or cry. xD you can still see me at sch wad. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Rene, CHANGE UR HAIR. =.="' It's HORRENDOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1593138321132567522?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1593138321132567522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1593138321132567522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1593138321132567522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1593138321132567522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalalalala.html' title='Lalalalalala~'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1638027541188209276</id><published>2009-01-07T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:57:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mlm you KC! mlm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagged by Foh Fatt &lt;a href="http://fantasy-kelvin.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not copy answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag questions must be exactly the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag people before doing the tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag/shoot/spear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Billy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Rene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. KJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Priscilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Keeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Samantha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did you know 1? (RollsRoyce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through DotA stuff la, you think I don't have to socialize after being FsK leader? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you do if you never met 2? (Gel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umm, I dunno, maybe never met her sis too? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you do if 3 and 4 dated? (Leaf and KJ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If those two dated, the sky would fall down o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would 5 and 6 make a good couple? (Priscilla and Keeve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If those two ever got together, the Apocalypse is coming and I believe in God. DUHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think 7 is attractive? (Sackie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me something about 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SARCASTIC. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is 1's favourite past time? (RollsRoyce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DotA and pawning the weaks? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What language does 2 speak? (Gel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English, Chinese and perhaps some other dialects? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is 3 going out with? (Rene)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can tell you for sure, NO ONE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How old is 4? (KJ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme see, 15 years? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5? (Priscilla)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeks, maybe a month ago? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is 6's favourite singer? (Keeve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple Plan.. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you date 7? (Sackie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choy larh you, I'm not a fag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is 8 single? (Samantha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure, I think she's owned already o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is 9's last name? (May)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai Ping - Ping + Quan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1638027541188209276?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1638027541188209276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1638027541188209276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1638027541188209276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1638027541188209276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlm-you-kc-mlm.html' title='mlm you KC! mlm!'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6595736744577592156</id><published>2008-12-31T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:39:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code name: 2-0-0-8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since some stupid dog lover iddiz pestered me, I decided to make a year end blog post. But c'mon, DotA's better right? RIGHT? Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top 10 nominees for the Year's Most Memorable Event are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me, Isaac, Keeve leaving GR and together with Zian forming FsK.&lt;br /&gt;2. Me getting 6As 1B. Wan some tips? DotA all the time, slack away while ignoring your homework. xD&lt;br /&gt;3. Knowing DotA existed in Malaysia =P&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowing what it was like to love someone. Although it was brief, it was 'intense' nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being introduced to 3DG's mastery of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post-grungggeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;6. Being reawakened and FINALLY claiming the English crown (which I deserved 100% xD) I lost for so long.&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting to know some new friends o.o&lt;br /&gt;8. Me knowing how to cycle (AT LAST =.=).&lt;br /&gt;9. Reaffirming my faith in atheism.&lt;br /&gt;10. Learning what it means to really be someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forsaken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Goodbye 2008 and hello 2009! Hopefully I'll squeeze into 4A and manage in Add Math. I. Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: You guys know this is my last post right?&lt;br /&gt;FORTHISYEARANYWAYGOTJOOSUCKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Revan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6595736744577592156?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6595736744577592156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6595736744577592156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6595736744577592156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6595736744577592156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/code-name-2-0-0-8.html' title='Code name: 2-0-0-8.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8594173758365222086</id><published>2008-12-30T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:02:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT! BANKAI! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6As 1B! =D&lt;br /&gt;I LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great escape again! I made it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the teachers who helped me get these results =P&lt;br /&gt;And friends for believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself. Now I've repaid your faith.. I didn't let y'all down.. and now I'm practically guaranteed a place in the Science stream. Watch out 4A/4E, I'm coming! BANKAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Screw you KHB. If not I got straight already. mlm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8594173758365222086?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8594173758365222086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8594173758365222086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8594173758365222086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8594173758365222086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it-bankai-p.html' title='I DID IT! BANKAI! =P'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-701204075373032336</id><published>2008-12-29T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:50:05.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time.. has come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish me luck. Although I don't believe in it. Pray for me, although I seriously believe no one can help. When tomorrow comes, the result of my actions for the last 3 years will eventually surface. And I doubt that I can get more then a single A. So before the culmination, the grand finale comes, this is all I have to say to certain people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:&lt;br /&gt;You've been a great friend in the months since we've met. You stood beside me when GR was against me. You got kicked outta GR for siding with me. Yet, you bore no hard feelings for me, but instead we formed the Forsaken together. And for that, I'm eternally grateful. Thank you for your loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeve:&lt;br /&gt;1stly, I'm sorry I scolded you that badly about your noobness- but I hope you understand it had to be done. We are the Forsaken, and greater strength is what we seek for. Remember, the Forsaken WILL have their vengeance! However, you were cheerful as a GR and FsK member, and with you, at least FsK weren't gloomy 100% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR members:&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame all of you, and I never will. It was the founders who banished me, and for that they will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay in blood&lt;/span&gt;. However, you must understand my side of the story- but I doubt most of you ever will. But if you ever ask, rest assured I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene:&lt;br /&gt;I could say alot, but I think I'll cut it short o.o&lt;br /&gt;You listened patiently when I emoed about.. you know what. *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;You were there hearing me out when I was hiawing away instead of beating me up =P&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend to talk to, but PLEASE, stop appearing outta nowhere and pming me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Wong:&lt;br /&gt;We've only known each other for months, but I like having someone who's chatty around.  And I have you to thank for making up my mind about the Forsaken. I hope your team'll make it past the 4th round and decimate GR along the way =D. And please, study in F3.. I don't want you to screw up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's 3E:&lt;br /&gt;I won't let any of you steal my title as F4's English King away. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're talking again, but rest assured I'm still gonna try to take over your position and become SMKJA's English King. *Sadistic grin*&lt;br /&gt;Be horrified. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA *Cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for an embarassment. I won't try anymore. I loved you, but in the end, it was never meant to be. Despite that, you still tried to help me understand why people believed in God- but as you yourself said, stubborn atheists like me are hard to convince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to see some of you anymore, but I hope you'll remember me as a friend, if that request is not too heavy. And as the curtain falls, my fate remains undetermined. I can only hope.. but in the end hope is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-701204075373032336?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/701204075373032336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=701204075373032336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/701204075373032336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/701204075373032336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-has-come.html' title='The time.. has come.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2748478422127579077</id><published>2008-12-21T04:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:00:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year Dorkta Compy @.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SU1SHasn4CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/v0Xh7YCsXCI/s1600-h/lunarnewyear2009zl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SU1SHasn4CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/v0Xh7YCsXCI/s320/lunarnewyear2009zl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968225354506274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Coming to you this new year, Gizmo Gamers will be organizing 2009's 1st Dota Competition in Kuching. Rules and regulations will be uploaded shortly. For more information, please refer to the thread &lt;a href="http://gizmoarena.proboards67.com/index.cgi?board=announcements&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=104"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or contact Gizmo Gamers at 082-460992. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As can be seen above, there's gonna be a compy around the mid of January. Thanks Billy for notifying us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. there is a problem. Despite having officially created the Forsaken, or FsK for short, we're still short of one member. And that isn't all.. we're lacking on teamwork and skill. In short,  we're a noob team =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm hoping to get one member within this month. If I succeed, we'll start training for that tourney, and hopefully we can at least lose not looking like noobs =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we be pwned? Will we pwn? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm hoping that 5th member flies by soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FsK]Revan is chatting at 4.29 A.M. in the morning with Jerry. Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Isaac, get a blog. And come back from China soon. FsK needs you =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2748478422127579077?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2748478422127579077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2748478422127579077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2748478422127579077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2748478422127579077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunar-new-year-dorkta-compy.html' title='Lunar New Year Dorkta Compy @.@'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SU1SHasn4CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/v0Xh7YCsXCI/s72-c/lunarnewyear2009zl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-744781037487606464</id><published>2008-12-19T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:39:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife rawks =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orvGGhNicLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/orvGGhNicLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd so inspired,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd find the higher truth,&lt;br /&gt;I believed that love was overrated,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the moment I found you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby I know I don't deserve,&lt;br /&gt;The love you give me,&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, I must be doing something right,&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing left to prove,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I make you feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be doing,&lt;br /&gt;Doing something right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of you, I feel so lifted,&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at my life from higher ground,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be so elated,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that turned it all around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby, I didn't know myself,&lt;br /&gt;Until you changed me,&lt;br /&gt;And made me understand that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, I must be doing something right,&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing left to prove,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I make you feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be doing,&lt;br /&gt;Doing something right,&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I know I don't deserve the love you give me,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care, cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, I must be doing something right,&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing left to prove,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I make you feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be doing (I know I must be doing),&lt;br /&gt;Doing something right (Doing something right)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing something right,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Something right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me,&lt;br /&gt;And baby I make you feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be doing (I know I must be doing),&lt;br /&gt;Must be doing something right..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Something right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-744781037487606464?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/744781037487606464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoUOrLe4vlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/CoUOrLe4vlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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Jiak pa bo shu zho o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7946213964107817085?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7946213964107817085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7946213964107817085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7946213964107817085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7946213964107817085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/video-spam.html' title='Video spam!'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6711507907131888927</id><published>2008-12-15T03:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:37:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 things I do on the comp in the middle of the night =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Chat in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;2. DotA! (Just won another match o.o)&lt;br /&gt;3. Look at someone's fs pics (Only once.. *sheepish look*)&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to songs (Nickelback anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Supervise my clan's forum (Check &lt;a href="http://theforsaken.forumcircle.com/portal.php"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;out)&lt;br /&gt;6. Think of what goddamned stuff to blog of when I could be sleepin' (Exactly like now =.=)&lt;br /&gt;7. Obsessing after a new target (Not telling who o.o)&lt;br /&gt;- You do know I was kidding... RIGHT? =P&lt;br /&gt;8. Download songs with my trusted Limmy o.o&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing my favourite songs (Crazy I know =.="')&lt;br /&gt;10. Read DotA tactics =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. The ten stuff an insomniac named Revan does. Or rather, an insane, deranged, psychotic insomniatic nerd =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listens to Avril Lavigne's Nobody's Home*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6711507907131888927?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6711507907131888927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6711507907131888927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6711507907131888927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6711507907131888927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-i-do-on-comp-in-middle-of.html' title='The 10 things I do on the comp in the middle of the night =P'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1785942140970721981</id><published>2008-12-11T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:20.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forsaken and its birth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was once part of GR. I was once considered a fellow brother by my comrades. We used to lame together, cuss together and DotA together. Until my eyes were unraveled, and I.. saw the bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;There was no justice in GR- it was far too corrupted. Because of the influence of some who never cared for it, it had been consumed. Left dead to rot. The members had no spirit- those who did were misunderstood, thought to be the ones causing GR trouble, while the truth was, we were the ONLY ONES who ever loved it. If only, they had cared for GR, I might have stayed.. I decided I could not remain in GR to see it die. With this in mind, I decided to make the dotards and fools in GR believe that I had to be kicked. This I executed perfectly, and thus I was kicked out of GR.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was not the only one. Isaac and Keeve were kicked out too on suspicion that the 3 of us were gonna form a new clan and betray GR.&lt;br /&gt;The truth? The concept of the Forsaken had long existed before I left GR. I had decided to form a clan, one that would not repeat the mistakes of GR. It would go on to be the Forsaken. After Isaac and Keeve were kicked, I invited them to enter the Forsaken. Along with another guy, the Forsaken were thus formed. However, we already have enemies within GR- the very same fools who branded us the causes of conflict in GR, kicked us out of it and branded us traitors after that.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I do not possess the strength to defeat the true betrayers. But we are patient. We shall persevere. And when the time comes..&lt;br /&gt;The betrayers of GR.. will become the betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1785942140970721981?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1785942140970721981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1785942140970721981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1785942140970721981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1785942140970721981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/forsaken-and-its-birth.html' title='The Forsaken and its birth.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8670238020477536111</id><published>2008-12-10T13:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:23:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality, apparently. o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was checking out a personality test. And apparently, this is my type of nature:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a good listener? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of lover you are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EWW. NO WAY. F*** OFF. EWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm staying unmarried! Woots! Lalalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No comment. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's inevitable wad. I'm a bookworm =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I think operating on people's brains should make me happy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No one likes to be helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Except for the 1st sentence, I plead guilty in the rest. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's pretty much what I am, except for the parts on love. Wonder what you're like too?&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I don't mind =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8670238020477536111?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8670238020477536111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8670238020477536111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8670238020477536111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8670238020477536111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-personality-apparently-oo.html' title='My personality, apparently. o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-4322948734399077839</id><published>2008-12-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:29:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is pretty much meaningless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there any meaning in life? No matter what, in the end, death is inevitable. Neither is it possible to leave any mementos of yourself forever- it eventually disappears too. As for memories, they are like wisps of smoke, eventually fading into nothingness. Thus, no one in this world can in a sense, live forever. Some could argue that we live on through our descendants, but can that be truly called 'living on?' Genetic data has always, and will always be, only genetic data. Meaningless. Irrelevant. In short, there is no way we can leave our marks behind in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some would ask, what do we exist for? I believe, that life itself does not have purpose. Eventually, all that we have in done in life will unravel and end. However, that does not mean we should stop doing good.. we do good, so that those who come after us, can enjoy a better world then ours. At the very least, our descendants can enjoy a blissful, although meaningless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty much a series of incidents, happy and sad, tied together. To say that it has meaning, is a lie. No one, and nothing at all, can ever make it so. In fact, the sole reason why we humans still live on, instead of commiting suicide until none of us remain, is probably because we live for the ones we love. For others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the ending of my words, I firmly state that life, has no rewards for living it. Life sucks. Big time. There isn't gonna be any deity up there bringing the good to heaven. We'll all rot in the cold ground when we die, waiting for the Sun to die as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have to say for now.. will blog again another time. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-4322948734399077839?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4322948734399077839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=4322948734399077839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4322948734399077839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4322948734399077839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-pretty-much-meaningless.html' title='Life is pretty much meaningless.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2573713069513919661</id><published>2008-12-08T03:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:08:36.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another TAG. ****?!</title><content type='html'>[01] Name: Andrew Goh **** *****/Revan.&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: *Zips mouth*&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: Puhh-leasse. No one would wanna marry me.&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac sign: Cancer (OMFG, I have a disease that's gonna kill me since BIRTH? =.="')&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Male (Unless Andrew/Revan somehow is a female name o.o)&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 15.. for now.&lt;br /&gt;[07] School: SMKJA.&lt;br /&gt;[08] Height: I duno anything else other than that I'm more then a meter tall. =P&lt;br /&gt;[09] Weight: 50+ I think? o.o&lt;br /&gt;[10] College: I dunno and don wanna know yet =P&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself?: Currently, I wish I was never born.&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: None. Durrrr.&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left-handed?: Left. Love left. We're special. =P&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak?: I duno what'd you consider the requirements to be freaky o.o&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair?: Black, tinged with brown. Style, too HORRIFYING to tell. You'd die outta fear. =D&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin?: Fair. I mean it. Lookie me!&lt;br /&gt;[17] What you are doing now: Stupid question, don'cha fink?&lt;br /&gt;[18] What you'll be doing in an hour: In deep slumber. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;[19] Allergic: Something. I dunno wad. o.o&lt;br /&gt;[20] What you'll be doing 10 hours later: DotAing! =)&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with father/mother/both: Both la. Choy, don curse me.&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings: 3 including me.&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: Me xD&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: Adrian the Fat =D&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Don kepoh my personal life. Shoo shoo. =P&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your other half: I was chopped in half? WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: Rew. =D&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: Rew oso =P. A-n-d alone sounds weird, don'cha tink?&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) in a relationship: Never. And I doubt I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl b4: Never.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Even been wooed b4?: Never oso la =.="'&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: Ask Rew whether And did. =P&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was the wrong you did: Ask Rew ma =.=&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: No, but And and Rew will be happy to comply. xD&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: Have been Andrew =D&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/homo/faggot/les: 110% DAMN STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: Because no him, no Rew =(&lt;br /&gt;[38] Stage of relationship with other half: So 'close' we spend 24/7 together. =P&lt;br /&gt;[39] Who wooed who 1st?: He always was my other half lol.&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marrying him/her? Him, NO. Eww. Not a gay. She, who's she o.o&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your best friend: What's a friend? *Acts dumb*&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your 1st enemy: None le. All not sohai enough. =D&lt;br /&gt;[44] Friend you love the most: Not Rene Yap Ping Ping that is. xD&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful/sexy/pretty female friend: *Ahem ahem ahem* =)&lt;br /&gt;[46] Enemy you hate the most: Not enemy larh. Just a dotard. Fong Yut Kuen lor obviously.&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kinda girl you hate the most: Bitchy types.&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: Honourless ones and kiss-assers.&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fell in love with your close friend before?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend your ex-lurver?: Please contact question [41] for more details. =)&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend is backstabbing you: Waseh, still can call fren? =.=&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betrayed you: Give my regards to hell, son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend wooed your lover: I have no idea what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fell in love with you: No thank you. Eww. I thought we were FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fell in love with your friend: Refer to [41] :O&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Some teachers would say I'm a bad kid. Others would say I'm fine. It depends actually. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;[57] Doing assignments/homewrk regularly: If I finished one, what do I get? o.o&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you lap the most: I duno o.o&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Never =\&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: Long time no see =\&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: No comment xD&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: *Psst psst psst psst*&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Neutral I am, aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Ah Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonn!!!&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Me =P&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: Are not hasty.&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: Suck =\&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: Are not always good looking o.o&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: Have inner beauty if you know where to look. For example, *ahem ahem* =D&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: Define funny o.o&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: Are like Suk Yi xD&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: Are like bad people lo =X&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: Lurus bendul. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: Should go kiss ass also.&lt;br /&gt;[75] What kind of person you are: Go check out my name. Revan. Maybe you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:~Prefer~:&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lips or eyes?: Eyes o.o&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses?: None xD&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller?: Or =P&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: SPON SPON SPONGE BABEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: EYES!&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Talker :O&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich?: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or father?: I dun wanna be either o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:~Future~:&lt;br /&gt;[84] Die at: 80+ enuf liao larh.&lt;br /&gt;[85] Career: Neurologist. Hiak hiak!! Brains galore!&lt;br /&gt;[86] Own: The fame of the world's best neurologist =P&lt;br /&gt;[87] DotA career: Beat Chills 99!!!&lt;br /&gt;[88] Play: The cello =D&lt;br /&gt;[89] Learn: Tennis (Maybe)&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wanna: SLEEP! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Rene&lt;br /&gt;Angeline (Or else she'll freak out again =\)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac (YES, ISSAC!)&lt;br /&gt;Keeve&lt;br /&gt;Elyssa&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2573713069513919661?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2573713069513919661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2573713069513919661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2573713069513919661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2573713069513919661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-tag.html' title='Another TAG. ****?!'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1619208045272420958</id><published>2008-12-08T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:07:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz. Bzzt. Pfft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwAKz7XSFfA&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/EwAKz7XSFfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really said too much,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid it wouldn't be enough,&lt;br /&gt;Just try to keep my spirits up,&lt;br /&gt;When there's no point in grieving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Words can never make me stay!&lt;br /&gt;Words will never take my place,&lt;br /&gt;When you know I'm leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Something I rely on to get home,&lt;br /&gt;One I can feel at night, a naked light,&lt;br /&gt;A fire to keep me warm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the daylight, shine on,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's late at night you can look inside,&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel so alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we've been down that road,&lt;br /&gt;What seems a thousand times before,&lt;br /&gt;My back to a closing door,&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes to the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That roll out underneath my heels,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know how bad it feels!&lt;br /&gt;To leave the only one,&lt;br /&gt;That I have ever believed in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Something I rely on to get home,&lt;br /&gt;One I can feel at night, a naked light,&lt;br /&gt;A fire to keep me warm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the daylight, shine on,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's late at night you can look inside,&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel so alone, ooh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck,&lt;br /&gt;When the signal keeps on breaking up!&lt;br /&gt;When the wires cross in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;You'll start my heart again when I come along, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Something I rely on to get home,&lt;br /&gt;One I can feel at night, a naked light,&lt;br /&gt;A fire to keep me warm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the daylight, shine on,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's late at night you can look inside,&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to leave a light on when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the daylight, shine on,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's late at night you can look inside,&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel so alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he had never told me. If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1619208045272420958?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1619208045272420958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1619208045272420958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1619208045272420958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1619208045272420958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/zzzz-bzzt-pfft.html' title='Zzzz. Bzzt. Pfft.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5711156788116535987</id><published>2008-12-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:10:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggedness o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://rlmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dog freako&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; tagged me o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't copy the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tag questions must remain the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No tagging someone back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I tag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Keeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Kheng Jen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. Charmaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jerky (Jerk Haw).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Isaac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Kevin Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Chills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. How d'you know 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know 1 because I learned Math at school. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alright alright! I knew him because we were in the same clan o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I duno lol. Have one less friend to talk with? Maybe o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. What would you do if 3 and 4 dated you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can date numbers! xD juz kidding. 3's just a kid, 4 pula edi have bf liao (not that I would be interested if she didn't).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I've never seen a panda coupled with a gay b4.. duno le xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Do you think 5 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pandas are sexy n cute xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Tell me something about 9..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other then 3 x 3 = 9? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, she knows how to play CS. And she's family. Goh o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There, 2 SOMETHINGS. Satisfied? *Glares at papparazzi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. What language does 2 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you have to be so kepoh? *Glares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chinese and English. Go away stalker. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. Who is 3 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How do I know? I'm not as nosy as SOME people. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. How old is number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hmm. 15 + 1 = Wad already? *Acts dumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5 wad o.o *Still acting dumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12. Who is 6's favourite singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Avril Lavigne.  *Has stopped acting dumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Linkin Park and MCR I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. Is 8 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yeah, until he gets a gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. What is 9's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OMFG OMFG OMFG. Can you believe I NEVER ASKED? =.="'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16. Would you consider being in a relationship with 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;EWW. NO WAY. NO. EWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;17. Which school does to 2 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Same as me. Duhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;18. What do you like about 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I duno =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just  like to talk with her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5711156788116535987?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5711156788116535987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5711156788116535987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5711156788116535987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5711156788116535987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/12/taggedness-oo.html' title='Taggedness o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6111698548845443302</id><published>2008-11-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:38:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid writer's block. Zzzz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have absolutely nothing to write about. I can't even think of one word to write about nowadays. And when I finally write SOMETHING, it starts with my inability to think of a new blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Glares at lazing brain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suppose I'll start with GR. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Currently, we have only one DotA team, consisting of Des, John, Gab, Darren and Goh. This afternoon, another new team was made by me and Isaac. With Des's approval, we 2 have become the members of the 2nd team along with Bertram. I hope to bring in Adrian as well. Anyway, this is the 2nd team's members and roles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd team memberlist and roles:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Goh / [GR]Revan (Supporter)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Yong / [GR]Infinia (Supporter, can also double as tanker with CW )&lt;br /&gt;Bertram Ho (I think it's Ho..) / Deathkight (Unknown as of now)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential members:&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Teo / [GR]Dakaru (Ganker perhaps? o.o)&lt;br /&gt;Keeve Wong / zxnoobkillerxz (I duno his tendencies, but considering that he can use SK, I might give him the ganking role.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revan must go now. He has add math tuition to worry about. But before that..&lt;br /&gt;Poor Form Five students. I hope those 2 years will pass slowly for me.. X.X&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6111698548845443302?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6111698548845443302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6111698548845443302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6111698548845443302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6111698548845443302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-writers-block-zzzz.html' title='Stupid writer&apos;s block. Zzzz.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8042281016196487909</id><published>2008-11-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:17:57.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged. Again. =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alicia tagged me. And no, it wasn't Alicia Keys &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and may replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by and must continue this game by choosing 5 other people to tag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Many, yet few.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you fall in love with someone younger/older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Find the solace I craved for so long in this world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Will you fall in love with your best friend's bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;No. Firstly, it would be akin to backstabbing a friend. Secondly, if I was attracted to her, it would be more out of lust then love. End of story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you have to choose one person, that is your bf/gf or your best friend,who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) List out your 15 favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. =D&lt;br /&gt;- Animal I Have Become (3DG)&lt;br /&gt;- It's All Over (3DG)&lt;br /&gt;- Pain (3DG)&lt;br /&gt;- Dance, Dance (FOB)&lt;br /&gt;- I Don't Care (FOB)&lt;br /&gt;- What I Want (Daughtry)&lt;br /&gt;- It's Not Over (Daughtry)&lt;br /&gt;- I Don't Care (Apocalyptica ft. Adam Gontier)&lt;br /&gt;- S.O.S (Anything But Love) (Apocalyptica ft. Cristina Scabbia)&lt;br /&gt;- My Immortal (Evanescence)&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever, Wherever (Shakira)&lt;br /&gt;- So What (Pink)&lt;br /&gt;- Until The End (Breaking Benjamin)&lt;br /&gt;- Gotta Be Somebody (Nickelback)&lt;br /&gt;- The Best Damn Thing (Avril Lavigne)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If the person you secretly like is already in a relationship, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish them the best, but the pain would probably stay for a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? World Editor! =D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;People who talk of money like it's water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;As a 25 year old adult who's anti-religion. La scienza è il nuovo DIO!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is currently the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Her. Only her wellbeing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Look at my previous answer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is more important? Family or career?&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ) What is your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Mine? Black and dark blue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Would you give all in relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I'd try my best to at least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone had done? NEVER.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What would you say to someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. I'll miss you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag..&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;2. May&lt;br /&gt;3. Angeline&lt;br /&gt;4. Glo&lt;br /&gt;5. Samantha (I hope she knows I tagged her.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8042281016196487909?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8042281016196487909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8042281016196487909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8042281016196487909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8042281016196487909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged-again.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged. Again. =.='/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-69705248083817256</id><published>2008-11-04T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:01:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm so goddamned bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I obtained this from my sis's blog. Since there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely nothing for me to do,&lt;/span&gt; I might as well blog 'till I drop. Lalalalalalalalalalalalala~ *Boom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is about the personalities of people born in different months.&lt;br /&gt;Rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;Bold (or italicize) the best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;Copy to your own blog, with all twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily influenced by kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Polite and soft-spoken. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Temperamental.&lt;/span&gt; Funny and humorous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to joke&lt;/span&gt;. Good debating skills. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alks &lt;/span&gt;actively. Daydreamer. Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Knows how to make friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Able to show character. Easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt; Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;/span&gt; Brand conscious. Executive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and financially cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Vengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually borne of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic. Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Usually contracts sickness of the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislikes being at home. Restless. Does not have many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Has ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to procrastinate. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talks actively. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes a long time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable.Love s to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never gives&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked.Love s to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-69705248083817256?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/69705248083817256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=69705248083817256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/69705248083817256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/69705248083817256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-im-so-goddamned-bored.html' title='Since I&apos;m so goddamned bored..'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-61743444159292956</id><published>2008-11-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:00:46.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel alive again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, after a long time, I finally understand, what it is like to live and let go. Friends come, and friends go. Yet, the gap left behind never stays empty for long. When a friend of mine said, "It would be better that they did not come back," I realized. Something I should've realized long ago. We make our own fate, not the words of those who surround us. We ourselves, determine the course we take in life. Friends can support us when we fall down, give words of advice.. and yet, we are the ones who roll the dice, not them. In the end, it all comes down to one thing. What we want. Not what others want for us. I've decided.. if this is the path I go, then so be it. I may be hated, I may be disliked, I may be mistrusted.. but above all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm free. At long last. Free to make my own choices, for good or ill. Free, from any chains others try to place on me. With victory, my chains are broken. Broken.. at long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-61743444159292956?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/61743444159292956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=61743444159292956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/61743444159292956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/61743444159292956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-feel-alive-again.html' title='I can feel alive again.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-1534524774391203903</id><published>2008-11-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:13:44.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 year old love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiz.. a piece of the past has come home, at long last.. I fell in love with this song when I was a whelp, but I never expected to have this song.. right until now. Oh yea babeh! I have the power! Of Limewire that is XD. Lalalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HEART OF SWORD ～夜明け前~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;T.M. Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hitori de wa, tooi ashita wo&lt;br /&gt;Yoake no mama de, koesou de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butsukatteikya kokeru omoi yo&lt;br /&gt;Konya mo mata, sure chigai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanzan sugite doryoku no ato mo&lt;br /&gt;Naku naru kekka, only no tsuna watari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaru dake son suru yona, mainichi wa&lt;br /&gt;Sha ni kamaeteta hou koso, raku ni naru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atsukute, tsurai jibun wo kakushite,&lt;br /&gt;mijikai toki wo ikiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitori de wa, tooi ashita wo&lt;br /&gt;Yoake no mama de, koesou de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hottokeba, hashiru omoi yo&lt;br /&gt;Yume mo mata, sure chigai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanpeki to chau, jinsei no shuushi&lt;br /&gt;Puramai zero da nanteba honto ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinu made ni tsukaikiru, un no kazu&lt;br /&gt;Semete, jibun de dashiire wo sasete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakacchainai, kimi nara dou ni demo,&lt;br /&gt;rikutsu wo kaete ii noni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando kimi ni, ketsu mazuitemo&lt;br /&gt;Modottekichau, aijou ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjikaneru, utaretsuyosa yo&lt;br /&gt;Konya mo, soutou nemurenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando nankai, kurikaeshitemo&lt;br /&gt;Modottekichau, ai dakara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butsukatteiku, kesunu omoi wo&lt;br /&gt;Semeru hou ga, suji chigai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitori de wa, tooi ashita wo&lt;br /&gt;Yoake no mama de koeteyuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishou yori mo, fukai futari wa&lt;br /&gt;Sure chigatte kamawanai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...That's all for now. Mom's nagging at me to sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;But before I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get it? Again I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, better don lame la. Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-1534524774391203903?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1534524774391203903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=1534524774391203903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1534524774391203903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/1534524774391203903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-year-old-love.html' title='12 year old love..'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-7117693269258503548</id><published>2008-11-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:01:40.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goh Lee Joo's birthday! o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel damned full now =D. Where to start le? Hmm. Well, after I got there, terus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pick food. Throw into steamboat. MAKAN!&lt;br /&gt;Maiku, they all ar.. makan makan makan. So many rounds.. until got some go n pass to us O.o.&lt;br /&gt;John, damn pro cook wor =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that.. wad else? Sure bli bli bla bla la =.=&lt;br /&gt;I got myself accquainted with Goh's friend who happened to be from my school, Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Didn't know he knew so many F3s la. Sambil mendengar MP4, sambil tengok sini sana o.O.&lt;br /&gt;Btw John, 'catchy' FOB song le =D&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Why did I go back so EARLYYY? When I left, they went for another round =.=&lt;br /&gt;What do you call it? Greedy? Chiak buey liao? Boredom?&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, if GR keeps eating, we'll be called Gluttons Republic lor XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto another topic before I end this meagre post of mine:&lt;br /&gt;Shelly ar.. you n Francis sejenis saja. Get sick of Secondhand Serenade will ya? =.= Hear every day, afternoon n nite nia. Freakos =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not that topic. This one larh =.=&lt;br /&gt;Bone ar.. don oweys call me gay gay gay lar.. you know how sien or not I hear ur words everytime? The other Kevin oso know how to stop, you dunno wan =.=&lt;br /&gt;I kinda regret being ur friend. If you ever see this sohai, rest assured I will not let you enter GR with that idiocy of yours. You'll only drag us down. During games, people tell you this, you do that. And you lansi people and speak offensively. Cibai arh, we bring you play at Gizmo, when we go home probably got 10 new enemies liao. And whenever you screw up, you always try to act pitiful.. PUI AR! If you don't change ur attitude, you will be the 1st GR probationary member to be kicked out of GR, and I really hope that day will come soon =) . Until then, it's useless to rant about you anymore. Make me angry nia when I'm supposed to be happy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out! GR forever!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-7117693269258503548?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7117693269258503548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=7117693269258503548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7117693269258503548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/7117693269258503548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/11/goh-lee-joos-birthday-oo.html' title='Goh Lee Joo&apos;s birthday! o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5464880040636139183</id><published>2008-10-30T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:04:24.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there ever was a nihilistic song,  this would be it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly.. wad is nihilism? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nihilism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (from the Latin nihil&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, meaning nothing) is a philosophical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;position that argues that existence is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; without objective meaning, purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrinsic value. Nihilists generally assert that objective morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; does not exist, and that no action is logically preferable to any other in regard to the moral value of one action over another. Nihilists that argue that there is no objective morality may claim that existence has no intrinsic higher meaning or goal. They may also claim that there is no reasonable proof or argument for the existence of a higher ruler or creator, or posit that even if higher rulers or creators exist, humanity has no moral obligation to worship them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wad it means. Kinda sounds like me. *Shrugs* Who cares anyway. Here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until The End&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOiJwCa42Wo&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/XOiJwCa42Wo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will go on until the end!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5464880040636139183?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5464880040636139183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5464880040636139183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5464880040636139183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5464880040636139183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-there-ever-was-nihilistic-song-this.html' title='If there ever was a nihilistic song,  this would be it.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-3107838464796271058</id><published>2008-10-28T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:19:49.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Am. Not. Attracted. To. You. PERIOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh mi gosh.. so damn soon? No! I promised! No more crushes as long as I'm in school! I. Will. Not. Have. A. New. Crush. End of story. I don't wanna talk about her anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Turns on MP4 and drowns in 3DG* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Starts thinking abt her*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not gonna dream and drool about you. End of story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Glares*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whyyy me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-3107838464796271058?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3107838464796271058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=3107838464796271058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3107838464796271058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3107838464796271058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-attracted-to-you-period.html' title='I. Am. Not. Attracted. To. You. PERIOD.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5196782497021867176</id><published>2008-10-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:10:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrath.. of the Lich King.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The newest expansion of WoW, Wrath of the Lich King, or WotLK, is to be released soon. Being the 2nd expansion after WoW: The Burning Crusade, it introduces a new hero class available to those of lvl 50 and above in the game: Death Knights. Although I don't play this game, the cinematic trailer released so far, puts what I've seen of previous cinematics to shame. Damn, that movie released in 2009 better be good. Bah, I've talked too much. Here's the cinematic trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-eMRhnC4-QGQ/wrath_of_the_lich_king_cinematic_intro_hd.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-eMRhnC4-QGQ/wrath_of_the_lich_king_cinematic_intro_hd/"&gt;Wrath of the Lich King - Cinematic Intro (HD)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, kns quality. As for a high resolution one, here's the&lt;a href="http://www.wow-europe.com/wrath/intro.xml"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the end, all must serve the one.. true.. king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arthas, Lord of the Dead&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, WoW trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5196782497021867176?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5196782497021867176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5196782497021867176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5196782497021867176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5196782497021867176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/wrath-of-lich-king.html' title='Wrath.. of the Lich King.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2532915121733377573</id><published>2008-10-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:42:56.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag of Weirdness @.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tagged by Angeline. The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Each player of this tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My friends love pop and&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;R&amp;amp;B, but I prefer alternative rock, alternative metal and post-grunge. Not to mention gothic metal. Yes I know, I'm a potential serial killer. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I know a lot about *ahem* and how to do it. Seriously. 3 holes you can *toot* ar XD. And NO, I do not watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know alot about Warcraft history, yet have little skill in DotA. Haizzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a fascination for European languages, especially Italian. Dio mio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People at school say that Gloria and I look alike. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I do not wish to have kids when I grow up. And no having a wife. No, not even a girlfriend. BACHELORHOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm silent at home, talktative and boisterous at school. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Though I suck in everything, including Math, my English is the exception. Somehow because of my former school which I detest and resent.. I've become a maestro in English. Talk about irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am an atheist. Run Christians, run! -Takes out bazooka-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love the cello. Or as Chills puts it, I love 'things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I named my blog after a single by Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love my school, despite outwardly showing that I hate it. I just detest the admins, especially that FYK. Fie on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I would love nothing more than to contemplate my life silently in the midst of heavy rain. No music is better than the melancholy of rain. *Sighh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I can be pretty obsessive. Don't ask me wad, it's embarassin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Clumsy. Worse then bein' obsessive. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for who I tag.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, only got you guys liao..&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;2. May&lt;br /&gt;3. Charmander (Yes, I know she's inactive, but then, no one else liao ma =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2532915121733377573?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2532915121733377573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2532915121733377573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2532915121733377573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2532915121733377573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-of-weirdness.html' title='Tag of Weirdness @.@'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5393238756226704218</id><published>2008-10-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:10:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of F3.. haiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sit here, blogging, I feel the sadness of possibly having to say goodbye to the friends who made life so much easier to bear. As this year draws to a close, I feel somewhat more reluctant to see the days, slowly slipping by. Soon, Jeff, Chills.. they all may be put in different classes.. and I.. perhaps in the Art stream. I must admit, I am no longer the same innocent boy in Primary 6. That boy is dead, consumed by what I am now. The naivety, changed into brooding darkness. The joy of youth, consumed by a bitter sadness within. In these 3 years, I have changed alot.. thanks to Jeff n Chills. Yet, with only a couple of weeks left, I can't help thinking, this is the beginning of the end.. of our friendship. They mean so much to me.. I don't wanna see them fading away in the whispers of time. If only, if only.. we could all be friends forever. After this year's F5 leaves, it will be the last year for Charmaine n Glo. After they leave, I have one year. One year of loneliness, melancholy and silent brooding. Some may ask, "Do you not have the three of them? They are the same age as you, if you recall." The same age they may be, yet slip away they will. I experienced this with 3E b4.. and I don't want to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But.. I doubt there is any hope left. Chills wishes to pursue computer programming, if I'm not mistaken. He might go, or stay if he's unlucky. Jeff n Soon will stay, but when F5 is over? Will we still be friends? Despite this, I will forever remember the two years we had in the same class, for although they bring me much pain to remember at the very end, those memories make me smile, unlike anything else could.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, at the very end of the journey for the 4 of us, I thank you all for making life happier in my eyes. Soon, thanks for being with me 9 years. I hope there will be a 10th, but I doubt it. I'll miss having ur presence in class =)&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, thanks for lending me ur Harry Potter books and introing me to several friends. At least I was happy =)&lt;br /&gt;And for the last one, Chills..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me DotA. Thanks for helping me grow up from an immature kid into a more matured fellow. Thanks for you n Jeff teaching me how to cycle =)&lt;br /&gt;And lastly..&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR BEING A FRIEND IN NEED!&lt;br /&gt;GLI AMICI PER SEMPRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But though you're still with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've been alone all along.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5393238756226704218?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5393238756226704218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5393238756226704218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5393238756226704218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5393238756226704218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-f3-haiz.html' title='End of F3.. haiz.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-3709483884545530940</id><published>2008-10-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:27:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent sadness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I didn't hafta go to school. Haiz. Whenever I go to sch and see her, I feel GUILT. I feel AGONY. PAIN. Guilt out of not being able to forget her, like I said I had. Agony, out of loving her and not being able let it all out. Pain.. because she's going soon. The time I have to see her slips away, ever so slowly.. I feel depressed. Torn in two. I want to see her before she leaves, but at the same time, I wish I didn't have to. I wish I never fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;   -Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;   When she goes, loneliness will follow soon. All too soon. Time passes with great haste. If only I could run away, drown my sorrow in the deep places of the world, or perhaps shatter it on the peaks of the world. If there was anything I learned during this year, it would have been this: Friendships, made in the youth of life, never last. No matter what you pledge, what you vow, no matter how strong the bonds are, time blows it all away. Yes Rene, that extends to YOU.&lt;br /&gt;   -Laughs bitterly-&lt;br /&gt;   I suppose, there is nothing I can do. It is what one would call.. inevitable. Maybe, one day, this sorrow, will come to pass. But not now. Not today. For now, the pain will remain emtombed within. Perhaps a day will come when I find someone who can shake me out of this melancholy.. but until that time comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Deep within me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life’s crawling and wasting my days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another night gone and I know there will be another way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m leading myself to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this eternal goodbye.. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-3709483884545530940?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3709483884545530940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=3709483884545530940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3709483884545530940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/3709483884545530940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/silent-sadness.html' title='Silent sadness..'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-901117234613505348</id><published>2008-10-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:27:39.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR Insanity o.o</title><content type='html'>During PMR, when I just COULDN'T revise at all, I turned to LOTR. Yea, I did. And I read. Hmm. And I READ. Well enough to have some words from the Battle of the Pelennor Fields stuck in my mind. Yes, I know I'm outdated, LOTR became famous YEARS ago. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some quotes of that book:&lt;br /&gt;The ride of the Rohirrim: &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!&lt;br /&gt;Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter!&lt;br /&gt;spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,&lt;br /&gt;A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!&lt;br /&gt;Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éomer's shock and anger at seeing Éowyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éomer's despair at seeing the corsairs of Umbar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of dark, out of doubt, to the day's rising&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I rode, singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To hope's end I rode, and to heart's breaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now for wrath, now for ruin, and a red nightfall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouth of Sauron's folly:&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth of Sauron: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Aragorn cuts off the head of the Mouth of Sauron&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gimli: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess that concludes negotiations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aragorn rallying the men of Rohan and Gondor:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you, STAND, MEN OF THE WEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf's words just before Barad-dûr collapses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stand and wait, Men of the West! For this is the hour of Doom.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Samwise's song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though here at journey's end I lie&lt;br /&gt;in darkness buried deep,&lt;br /&gt;beyond all towers strong and high,&lt;br /&gt;beyond all mountains steep,&lt;br /&gt;above all shadows rides the Sun&lt;br /&gt;and Stars for ever dwell:&lt;br /&gt;I will not say the Day is done,&lt;br /&gt;nor bid the Stars farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-Yawns-&lt;br /&gt;Revan is sleepy. Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-901117234613505348?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/901117234613505348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=901117234613505348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/901117234613505348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/901117234613505348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/lotr-insanity-oo.html' title='LOTR Insanity o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-5059452809285865026</id><published>2008-10-19T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:14:45.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is good. It had BETTER be. Il dolore è buono!</title><content type='html'>Damn! How can I skin my leg liddat? How the ****?! The back of my leg summore! WTBF? Must. Calm. Down. Revan. Is. Not. Joe. Kinnear. Revan. Does. Not. Cuss. Well, at least not as BAD as he DID. But how could I FALL like that? Ngai ti.. fly across the drain oso o.o. Il dolore è buono! El dolor es bueno! La douleur est bonne! Schmerz ist gut! 疼痛是好的! Ouch. -Stares at skinned leg-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Amy? Your faith, albeit in something I feel is baseless, will reward you with bliss one day, although what bliss, I cannot say. Revan. Must. Now. Go. Back. To. Downloading. Songs. On. Limmey. Buonanotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S : I am no linguist, just someone who had the sense to use an online translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sheepish grin while rotten eggs are being thrown around-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-5059452809285865026?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5059452809285865026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=5059452809285865026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5059452809285865026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/5059452809285865026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain-is-good-it-had-better-be-il-dolore.html' title='Pain is good. It had BETTER be. Il dolore è buono!'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-4496989355739422868</id><published>2008-10-19T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:29:26.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering at Boulevard</title><content type='html'>Just a few days ago, students from SMKJA (as well as one from Batu Lintang) gathered together to celebrate the passing of an event everyone DETESTED: The horror of horrors (For a F3 anyway), PMR. Immediately after it, Brenda invited me, Chills n Jeff to go, Jeff turned it down, but Chills and I went. In order to avoid boring any readers, I shall relate the following events briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We ate at Pizza Hut. No, not ate, DEVOURED. TORE APART. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;2. Me, Sin Cheng, Chills, Jerky n KJ went to Star World, but there wasn't 4 comps that could link together to play (I tagged along to see.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Went back. Ate ice cream (A variety of flavours. Passion fruit, mango, green tea, dark choc, bla bla bla. And NO, I am NOT SICK. Paranoids.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Melepak lepak for a while. Then we left. Well, at least the guys left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a 'photographic' view of the gathering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SPruzyTQo7I/AAAAAAAAADA/jVKxI1nplJw/s1600-h/171020081384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SPruzyTQo7I/AAAAAAAAADA/jVKxI1nplJw/s320/171020081384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778088351769522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, starting from 1st row:&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yi, Gid, Jocelyn, Jia Xin, Chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd row:&lt;br /&gt;KJ, Boris, me, Amelia, Shirley, Siew Yung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd row:&lt;br /&gt;Jerky, Sin Cheng, Eunuch (I still wonder why did he come along, but let bygones be bygones..), Brenda, Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SPrxxkx35SI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZeF4DtNAzmE/s1600-h/171020081383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SPrxxkx35SI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZeF4DtNAzmE/s320/171020081383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258781348897219874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom row:&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yi, Xin Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid row:&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn, Amelia, Boris, Jia Xin, Siew Yung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower back row:&lt;br /&gt;Jerky, me,  Gid (The one crouching down with the blue shirt o.O), Helda, Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper back row:&lt;br /&gt;Sin Cheng, Eugene, Suk Yi, Brenda, Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to dl songs. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-4496989355739422868?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4496989355739422868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=4496989355739422868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4496989355739422868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4496989355739422868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/gathering-at-boulevard.html' title='Gathering at Boulevard'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eL72eZ2DT4I/SPruzyTQo7I/AAAAAAAAADA/jVKxI1nplJw/s72-c/171020081384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8509054964379940799</id><published>2008-10-03T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:26:22.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression.'/><title type='text'>It's all OVER.</title><content type='html'>I used to be in love with someone. Now, the illusion has been dispelled, the dream gone. I used to think about her all the time. Now, whenever I do, I think of the time when I died inside. Of a past filled with delusions. Nowadays, only sleep brings peace from my tortured thoughts.. if only I could drown myself in negativity. Kelvin said, "Show her on what she's missed out". (Although he doesn't know who. If he did, I doubt he'd say that.) For now, I have to focus on the upcoming PMR.. I have to.. but it's all over for me. Forever. I can never have her.. Misery loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Days Grace &lt;br /&gt;It's All Over&lt;br /&gt;One-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bottle's almost empty (Yeah, lemme drink to 4get about her.)&lt;br /&gt;You know this can't go on (Who cares? Not one will anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Because of you my mind is always racing (Racing into HELL, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;The needle's breaking your skin (Gimme morphine. PLEASE.)&lt;br /&gt;The scar is sinking in (Scar? It's still a fresh wound although it's been so long..)&lt;br /&gt;And now your trip begins but (Trip to despair. Yeah. Enticing.)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for &lt;br /&gt;It's all over for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (Aye. For me. -Jumps into cold ocean beneath-)&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (Halfway there!)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for you (It already is OVER.)&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (Can't I just FALL INTO THE OCEAN? Please?)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what runs through your blood (So do I. Morphine, beer, care to add?)&lt;br /&gt;You do this all in vain (At least I'm doing something instead of crying abt her.)&lt;br /&gt;Because of you my mind is always racing &lt;br /&gt;And it gets under my skin (The pain's EVERYWHERE, not just under my skin.)&lt;br /&gt;To see you giving in (I will never let her give in. I want her to be happy.)&lt;br /&gt;And now your trip begins but (I walk alone.)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (When will I actually DROP?)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for you (Way past over.)&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (Cb la, CAN'T I JUST DROP INSIDE?!)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're dead inside (Ever since I knew..)&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why (I know why, but her face keeps popping up in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over &lt;br /&gt;And now you're dead inside (Dead, but I still wanna know who the guy is.)&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why (I think of her every night.. -Sighs-)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're dead inside &lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (Someone save me, please.)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for (You, for you)&lt;br /&gt;And now you're dead inside (I want to live again.)&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the edge and falling off (If only I fell for someone else..)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over for (You, for you)&lt;br /&gt;And now you're dead inside (My fault entirely, not hers. Never will be.)&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why (I already know.)&lt;br /&gt;It's all over (Yeah, all over. A life of misery and woe awaits me..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8509054964379940799?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8509054964379940799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8509054964379940799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8509054964379940799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8509054964379940799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s all OVER.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8042451641808677482</id><published>2008-10-03T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:43:27.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eunuch'/><title type='text'>War of the Eunuch</title><content type='html'>Eugene Eugene. You made my life much more worth living for a few more days. =P I'M NOT GAY, MIND. It was so damn ****ing boring without DotA, World Edit, which I can live without, BUT NO SONGS? -Faints- Anyway, lemme give u a quick summmary of the war (Since I don't hafta time to stay for much longer, parents are gonna wake up soon.. ARGH. I HATE BANS. AND WITHOUT A MOUSE TO HELP SUMMORE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time.. Eugene and Glo were fighting. Out of grudge, Eugene created an imposter Glo profile, and proceeded to pretend being her insulting herself. However, the Eunuch, aptly named so, MISSED A CRITICAL FLAW. SHE CAN'T WRITE IN CHINESE SOHAI! And that was wad told everyone there was an imposter. And when I decided to accuse him openly, THE WAR STARTED. He then flamed us (Us being Glo and me at the time) in CHINESE. Ngai ti. He no brains isit? Anyone who could read Chinese would see that the way the imposter and Eunuch wrote their insults were practically the SAME. And by writing in Chinese at all, it highlighted him as the only eunuch/thing using Chinese to post at the time. As for his insults.. LOL. In one sentence, self-denigrating, hypocritic and sohai. =) Everything he flamed us with, we threw back tenfold. By this time, Churchill and Kelvin (Albeit not openly) were flaming him too. Damn, Churchill's bombs were.. fun. XD. The eunuch also had the audacity to simply accuse us of cowardice. Example of his hypocrisy: When challenged in English, he ignored me, whining, "I don't wanna make the whole arguement larger". All while flaming Churchill n Glo. If he had really wanted peace, he would've STFU-ed and ignored all of Churchill's insults. AHA! BUT HE DID NOT! Which equals to: He. Was. Scared. Of. Me. Beating. Him. Like. Porto. Were. Beaten. By. Arsey. (4-0 for those who duno, btw). Oh well, who told him to besong my gan jie? And insult my standards of English (Like his are any good anyway). I'm the English King of F3 in SMKJA after all.. don't say he wasn't warned.. =P however, after the 1st call for peace from his sis (who isn't anything like him), we had a ceasefire. Only for him to start flaming us AGAIN when we started to talk about something else and blaming it all on us not stopping. AND THUS, THE WAR BEGAN AGAIN. And this time, we flamed him (Or shud I say raped? It doesn't matter anyway =P) until he couldn't take it. And oh yea.. flamed us back (In capitals summore). He was so friggin' mad this time, his words all sounded sohai. That was his last insult however. His sis called for peace AGAIN (Although I still wanted to flame 'em). Had a bad day. -Sighs- I should've been there. Back to the topic anyway, after this last call, we relented and on the 111th post of the ARSS group in FS, the war was ended. (Despite a 112th post from JT = =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the reasons y we belived it was him:&lt;br /&gt;1. He was the only guy that wrote in Chinese. Duh?&lt;br /&gt;2. His style of writing was roughly the same to the imposter's. SOHAI.&lt;br /&gt;3. If it wasn't true, why bother flaming us?&lt;br /&gt;4. COMMON SENSE. -Rolls eyes- A grudgeful person who wants revenge will seek it, either physically or mentally.&lt;br /&gt;5. We know his 'kuan' de. Easily jealous, talks crap, thick-headed and lies like a pro. Even had the nerve to said he hated us ever since he saw us (Us being me n Chills). As if we even liked him =). And his type of personality fits what I've said in 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how will he face us on Monday though? -Grins sadistically while holding up meat cleaver- MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. -Laughter echos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I seemed to have developed a liking for the word denigrate. Lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8042451641808677482?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8042451641808677482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8042451641808677482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8042451641808677482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8042451641808677482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/10/war-of-eunuch.html' title='War of the Eunuch'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-2800695398879336794</id><published>2008-09-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:18:11.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Red Button o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/bigred.swf" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/"&gt;Put The Big Red Button on your site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This button is damn amusing XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-2800695398879336794?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2800695398879336794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=2800695398879336794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2800695398879336794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/2800695398879336794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-red-button-oo.html' title='The Big Red Button o.o'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8504549691842357534</id><published>2008-09-26T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:16:10.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Poem of Innisfree XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This poem was made by Desmond Chin and Aaron a.k.a IceRevenant of GR sometime ago. If only the Education Ministry ordered the teachers of Malaysia to use this instead of the original, more students might've loved English more. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will arise and go now, and go to Gizmo,&lt;br /&gt;To play a DotA Game,&lt;br /&gt;Because people say I'm emo,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to be called lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go there and use my favourite hero, Drow&lt;br /&gt;Coming out from the tavern, I own&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine picked Tiny so he can Grow,&lt;br /&gt;Coming out from the forest, we pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played our best but we still lose to F Day,&lt;br /&gt;We will arise and go home, but back tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;We came back and own everyone the next day,&lt;br /&gt;We lose today, we win tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8504549691842357534?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8504549691842357534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8504549691842357534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8504549691842357534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8504549691842357534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/joke-poem-of-innisfree-xd.html' title='Joke Poem of Innisfree XD'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-6979974017774610123</id><published>2008-09-26T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:59:16.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag me not. OR..</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been tagged. Apparently, this tag requires me to list out 8 attributes I would want my spouse to have. Hmm.  Here are the 8 things I would want the person I love to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female (OBVIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preferably be an atheist (Although I wouldn't mind if she believed in God too).&lt;br /&gt;2. DEFINITELY good in English (No, that doesn't include ANYONE in SMKJA. ANYONE.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone who brings cheer to my life (I've had too much misery lately.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone who's MATURE. Yeah. MATURE.&lt;br /&gt;5. A musician, perhaps? =)&lt;br /&gt;6. 110% HAWT. And I mean smokin' HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone who can understand my emotions although I don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;8. And lastly.. someone who I would give my life for. Someone who no one could ever replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 'revelation', I have decided to tag..&lt;br /&gt;No one. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-6979974017774610123?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6979974017774610123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=6979974017774610123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6979974017774610123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/6979974017774610123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-me-not-or.html' title='Tag me not. OR..'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-4051074534180957447</id><published>2008-09-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:52:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, Soon. lol.</title><content type='html'>Here's something amusing that happened the other day just after recess, just before Science class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jeff and Chills frantically search for Chills's Science book-&lt;br /&gt;-Soon walks in-&lt;br /&gt;Soon: Shirley says thank you for lending her the book.&lt;br /&gt;-Soon hands Science book over-&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jeff and Chills at the same time: CELAKA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-4051074534180957447?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4051074534180957447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=4051074534180957447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4051074534180957447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/4051074534180957447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/soon-soon-lol.html' title='Soon, Soon. lol.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8835750576352071085</id><published>2008-09-06T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:39:48.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel on Mustafar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        Obi-Wan knelt beside Padme's unconscious body, where she lay limp and broken in the smoky dusk. He felt for a pulse. It was thin, and erratic. "Anakin- Anakin, what have you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;    In the Force, Anakin burned like a fusion torch. "You turned her against me."&lt;br /&gt;    Obi-Wan looked at the best friend he ever had. "You did that yourself," he said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'll give you a chance, Obi-Wan. For old times' sake. Walk away."&lt;br /&gt;    "If only I could."&lt;br /&gt;    "Go some place out of the way. Retire. Meditate. That's what you like, isn't it? You don't have to fight for peace anymore. Peace is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;. My Empire is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your &lt;/span&gt;Empire? It will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have peace. It was founded on treachery and innocent blood."&lt;br /&gt;    "Don't make me kill you, Obi-Wan. If you are not with me, then you are against me."&lt;br /&gt;    "Only Sith deal in absolutes, Anakin. The truth is never black and white." He rose, spreading empty hands.&lt;br /&gt;    "Let me take Padme to a medcenter. She needs medical attention."&lt;br /&gt;    "She stays."&lt;br /&gt;    "Anakin-"&lt;br /&gt;    "You don't get to take her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;. You don't get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; her. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, do you understand? It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fault, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of it- you made her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betray me&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;    "Anakin-"&lt;br /&gt;     Anakin's hand sprouted a bar of blue plasma.&lt;br /&gt;     Obi-Wan sighed.&lt;br /&gt;     He brought his own lightsaber and angled it before him. "Then I will do what I must."&lt;br /&gt;    "You'll try," Anakin said, and leapt.&lt;br /&gt;    Obi-Wan met him in the air. Blue blades crossed, and the volcano above echoed their lightning with a shout of fire.&lt;br /&gt;    (And after some pages..)&lt;br /&gt;    Blade-to-blade, they were identical. After thousands of hours in lightsaber sparring, they knew each other better than brothers, more intimately than lovers;  they were complementary halves of a single warrior.&lt;br /&gt;    In every exchange, Obi-Wan gave ground. It was his way. And he knew to strike Anakin down would burn his own heart to ash.&lt;br /&gt;    Exchanges flashed. Leaps were sideslipped or met with flying kicks; ankle sweeps skipped over and punches parried. The door of the control center fell in pieces, and then they were inside among the bodies. Consoles exploded in fountains of white-hot sparks as they ripped free of their moorings and hurtled through the air. Dead hands spasmed on triggers and blaster bolts sizzled through imposibbly intricate lattices of ricochet.&lt;br /&gt;    Obi-Wan barely caught some hand flipped them at Anakin: a desperation move. Anything to distract him; anything to slow him down. Easily, contemptously, Anakin sent them back, and the bolts flared between their blades until their galvening faded and the particles of the packeted beams dispersed into radioactive fog.&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't make me destroy you, Obi-Wan." Anakin's voice had gone deeper than a well and bleak as the obsidian cliffs. "You're no match for the power of the dark side."&lt;br /&gt;     "I've heard that before," Obi-Wan said through his teeth, parrying madly, "but I never thought I'd hear it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;     A roar of the Force blasted Obi-Wan back into a wall, smashing breath from his lungs, leaving him swaying, half-stunned. Anakin stepped over bodies and lifted his blades for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;     Obi-Wan had only one trick left, one that wouldn't work twice-&lt;br /&gt;     But it was a very good trick.&lt;br /&gt;     It had, after all, worked rather splendidly on Grievous..&lt;br /&gt;     He twitched one finger, reaching through the Force to reverse the polarity of the electrodrivers in Anakin's mechanical hand.&lt;br /&gt;     Durasteel fingers sprang open, and a lightsaber tumbled free. Obi-Wan reached. Anakin's lightsaber twisted in the air and flipped into his hand. He poised both blades in a cross before him. "The flaw of power is arrogance."&lt;br /&gt;     "You hesitate," Anakin said. "The flaw of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;-"&lt;br /&gt;     "It's not compassion," Obi-Wan said sadly. It's reverence for life. Even yours. It's respect for the man you were."&lt;br /&gt;     He sighed. "It's regret for the man you should have been."&lt;br /&gt;     Anakin roared and flew at him, using both the Force and his body to crash Obi-Wan back into the wall once more. His hands seized Obi-Wan's wrists with imposibble strength, forcing his arms wide. "I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lectures&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;     Dark power bore down with his grip.&lt;br /&gt;     Obi-Wan felt the bones of his forearms bending, beginning to feather towards the greenstick fractures that would come before the final breaks.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;, he thought. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, this is bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     (After after the conclusion of the duel between everyone's favourite lil' green freak and Darth Sidious (The man known as Chancellor Palpatine to the galaxy, Dark Lord of the Sith to the Jedi, and the first Emperor.), in which Yoda lost, this is what happens to the duel on Mustafar..)&lt;br /&gt;     With Anakin's grip on his wrists bending his arms near to breaking, forcing both their lightsabers down in a slow but unstoppable arc, Obi-Wan let go.&lt;br /&gt;     Of everything.&lt;br /&gt;     His hopes. His fears. His obligation to the Jedi, his promise to Qui-Gon (Kenobi's Jedi Master) his failure with Anakin.&lt;br /&gt;     And their lightsabers.&lt;br /&gt;     Startled, Anakin instinctively shifted his Force grip, releasing one wrist to reach for his blade; in that instant Obi-Wan twisted free of his other hand and with the Force caught up his own blade, reversing it along his forearm so that his swift parry of Anakin's thundering overhand not only blocked the strike but directed both blades to slice through the wall against which he stood. He slid Anakin's following thrust through the wall on the opposite side, guiding both blades again up and over his head in a circular sweep so that he could use the power of Anakin's next chop to drive himself backward through the wall, outside into the smoke and the falling cinders.&lt;br /&gt;     Anakin followed, constantly attacking; Obi-Wan again gave ground, retreating along a narrow balcony high above the black-sand shoreline of a lake of fire.&lt;br /&gt;     Mustafar hummed with death behind his back, only a moment away, somewhere out there among the rivers of molten rock. Obi-Wan let Anakin drive him toward it.&lt;br /&gt;     It was a place, he decided, they should reach together.&lt;br /&gt;     Anakin forced him back and back, slamming his balde down with strength that seemed to flow from the volcano overhead. He spun and whirled and sliced razor sharp shards of steel from the wall and shot them at Obi-Wan with the full heat of his fury. He slashed through a control panel along the walkway, and the ray shield that had held back the lava storm vanished.&lt;br /&gt;     Fire rained around them.&lt;br /&gt;     Obi-Wan backed to the end of the balcony; behind him was only a power conduit no thicker than his arm, connecting to the main collection plant of the old lava mine, onto a riverbed that flowed with white hot molten stone. Obi-Wan stepped backward onto the conduit without hesitation, his balance flawless as he parried chop after chop.&lt;br /&gt;     Anakin came on.&lt;br /&gt;     Out on the tightrope of power conduit, their blades blurred even faster than before. They chopped and slashed and parried and blocked. Lava bombs thundered to the ground below, shedding drops of bruning stone that scorched their robes. Smoke shrouded the panet's star, and now the only light came from the hell-glow of the lava below them and from their blades themselves.&lt;br /&gt;     Flares of energy crackled and spat.&lt;br /&gt;     This was not Sith against Jedi. This was not light against dark or good against evil; it had nothing to do with duty or philosophy, religion or morals.&lt;br /&gt;      It was Anakin against Obi-Wan.&lt;br /&gt;      Personally.&lt;br /&gt;      Just the two of them, and the damage they had done to each other.&lt;br /&gt;      Obi-Wan backflipped from the conduit to a coupling nexus of the main collection plant; when Anakin flew in pursuit, Obi-Wan leapt again. They spun and whirled throughout its levels, up its stairs, and across its platforms; they battled out onto the collection panels over which the cascades of lava poured, and Obi-Wan, out on the edge of the collection panel, hunching under a curve of durasteel that splashed aside gouts of lava, deflecting Force blasts and countering strikes from this creature of rage that had been his best friend, suddenly comprehended an unexpectedly profound truth.&lt;br /&gt;      The man he faced was everything Obi-Wan had devoted his life to destroying: Murderer. Traitor. Fallen Jedi. Lord of the Sith.  And here, and now, despite it all..&lt;br /&gt;      Obi-Wan still loved him.&lt;br /&gt;      Yoda had said it, flat-out:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Allow such attachments to pass out of one's life, a Jedi must,&lt;/span&gt; but Obi-Wan had never let himself understand. He had argued for Anakin, made excuses, covered for him again and again and again; all the while this attachment he denied even feeling had blinded him to the dark path his best friend walked.&lt;br /&gt;      Obi-Wan knew there was, in the end, only one answer for attachment...&lt;br /&gt;      He let it go.&lt;br /&gt;      The lake of fire, no longer held back by the ray shield, chewed away the shore on which the plant stood, and the whole massive structure broke loose, sending both warriors skidding, scrabbling desperately for handholds down tilting durasteel slopes that were rapidly becoming cliffs; they hung from scraps of cable as the plant's superstructure floated out into the lava, sinking slowly as its lower levels melted and burned away.&lt;br /&gt;       Anakin kicked off from the toppling superstructure, swinging through a wide arc over the lava's boil. Obi-Wan shoved out and met him there, holding the cable with one hand and the Force, angling his blade high. Anakin flicked a Shien whipcrack at his knees. Obi-Wan yanked his legs high and slashed through the cable above Anakin's hand, and Anakin fell.&lt;br /&gt;       Pockets of gas boiled to the surface of the lava, gouting flame like arms reaching to gather him in.&lt;br /&gt;       But Anakin's momentum had already swung back towards the dissolving wreck of the collection plant, and the Force carried him within reach of another cable. Obi-Wan whipped his legs around his cable, altering his arc to bring him within reach of the one from which Anakin now dangled, but Ankaing was on to this game now, and he swung cable-to-cable ahead of Obi-Wan's advance, using the Force to carry him himself higher and higher, forcing Obi-Wan to counter by doing the same; on this terrain, altitude was everything.&lt;br /&gt;       Simultaneous surges of the Force carried them both spinning of the cables to the slant of the toppling superstructure's crane deck. Obi-Wan barely got his feet on the metal before Anakin pounced on him and they stood almost toe-to-toe, blades whirling and crashing on all sides, while around them the collection plant's maintenenance droids still tinkered mindlessly away at the doomed machinery, as they would continue to do until lava closed over them and they melted to their constituent molecules and dissolved into the flow.&lt;br /&gt;        A roar louder even than the volcano's eruption came from the river ahead; metal began to shriek and stretch. The river dropped away in a vertical sheet of fire that banished into boiling clouds of smoke and gases.&lt;br /&gt;        The whole collection plant was being carried, inexorably, over a vast lava fall.&lt;br /&gt;        Obi-Wan decied he didn't really want to see what was at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;        He turned Anakin's blade aside with a two-handed block and landed a solid kick that knocked the two apart. Before Anakin could recover his balance, Obi-Wan took a running leap than became a graceful dive headlong off the crane deck. He hurtled down past level after level, and only a few tens of meters above the lava itself the Force called a dangling cable to his hand, turning his dive into a swing that carried him high and far, to the very limit of the cable.&lt;br /&gt;        And he let it go.&lt;br /&gt;        As though jumping from a swing in the Temple playrooms, his velocity sent him flying up and out over a catenary arc that shot him toward the river's shore.&lt;br /&gt;        Toward. Not quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;        But the Force had led him here, and once again it had not betrayed him: below humming along a few meters above the lava river, came a big, slow old repulsorlift platform, carrying droids and equipment out toward a collection plant that its programming was not sophisticated enough to realize was about to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;        Obi-Wan flipped in the air and let the Force bring him to a catfooted landing. An adder-quick stab of his lightsaber disabled the platform's guidance system, and Obi-Wan was able to direct it back towards the shore with a simple shift of his weight.&lt;br /&gt;         He turned to watch as the collection plant shrieked like the damned in a Corellian hell, crumbling over the brink of the falls until it vanished into invisible destruction.&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan lowered his head. "Good-bye, old friend."&lt;br /&gt;          But the Force whispered a warning, and Obi-Wan lifted his head in time to see Anakin come hurtling toward him out from the boil of smoke above the falls, perched on a tiny repulsorlift droid. The little droid was vastly swifter than Obi-Wan's logy old cargo platform, and cut him off from the shore. Obi-Wan shifted weight one way, then another, but Anakin's droid was nimble as a sand panther; there was no way around, and this close to the lava, the heat was intense enough to crisp Obi-Wan's hair.&lt;br /&gt;          "This is the end for you, Master," he said. "I wish it were otherwise."&lt;br /&gt;          " Yes Anakin, so do I." Obi-Wan said as he sprinted into a leaping dive, making a spear of his blade.&lt;br /&gt;          Anakin leaned aside and deflected the thrust almost contemptously; he missed a cut at Obi-Wan's legs as the Jedi Master flew past him.&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan turned his dive into a forward roll that left him barely teetering on the rim of a low cliff, just above the soft black sand of a riverbank. Anakin snarled a curse as he realized he'd been suckered, and leapt off his droid at Obi Wan's back-&lt;br /&gt;          Half a second too slow.&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan whirl to parry didn't meet Anakin's blade. It met his knee. Then his other knee.&lt;br /&gt;          And while Anakin was still in the air, burned off lower legs only starting their topple down the cliff, Obi-Wan recovery to guard brought his blade through Anakin's left arm above the elbow. He stepped back as Anakin fell.&lt;br /&gt;          Anakin dropped his lightsaber, clawing at the edge of the cliff with his powerful mechanical hand, but his grip was too powerful for the lava bank and it crumbled, and he slid down onto the black sand. His severed limbs rolled into the lava below him and burned to ash in sudden bursts of scarlet flame.&lt;br /&gt;          The same colour, Obi-Wan observed distantly, as a Sith blade.&lt;br /&gt;          Anakin scrabbled at the soft black sand, but struggling only made him slip further. The sand itself was hot enough that dugging his durasteel fingers into it burned off his glove, and his robes began to smolder.&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan picked up Anakin's lightsaber. He lifted his own as well, weighing them in his hands. Anakin has based his design upon Obi-Wan's. So similar they were.&lt;br /&gt;          So differently they had been used.&lt;br /&gt;          "Obi-Wan...?"&lt;br /&gt;          He looked down. Flame licked the fringes of Anakin's robe, and his long hair had blackened, and was beginning to char.&lt;br /&gt;          "You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them! It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness! You were my brother, Anakin," said Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I loved you, but I could not save you."&lt;br /&gt;          A flash of metal through the sky, and Obi-Wan felt the darkness closing in around them both. He knew that ship: the Chancellor's shuttle. Now, he supposed, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emperor's&lt;/span&gt; shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;          Yoda might have failed. He might have died.&lt;br /&gt;          He might have left Obi-Wan alone: the last Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;          Below his feet, Darth Vader burst into flame.&lt;br /&gt;          "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; you," he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan looked down. It would be a mercy to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;          He was not feeling merciful.&lt;br /&gt;          He was feeling calm, and clear, and he knew that to climb down to that black beach might cost him more time that he had.&lt;br /&gt;          Another Sith Lord approached.&lt;br /&gt;          In the end, there was only one choice. It was a choice he had made many years before, when he had passed his trials of Jedi Knighthood, and sworn himself to the Jedi forever. In the end, he was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he was still a Jedi, and he would not murder a helpless man.&lt;br /&gt;          He would leave it to the will of the Force.&lt;br /&gt;          He turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;          After a moment, he began to run.&lt;br /&gt;          He began to run because he realized, if he was fast enough, there was still one thing he could do for Anakin. He could still do honor to the memory of the man he had loved, and to the vanished Order they both had served.&lt;br /&gt;          At the landing deck, C-3PO stood on the skiff's landing ramp, waving frantically. "Master Kenobi! Please hurry!"&lt;br /&gt;          "Where's Padme?"&lt;br /&gt;          "Already inside, sir, but she is badly hurt."&lt;br /&gt;          Obi-Wan ran up the ramp to the skiff's cockpit and fired the engines. As the Chancellor's shuttle curved in toward the landing ramp, the sleek mirror-finished skiff streaked for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;     Obi-Wan never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who prefer a visual look to my post, here's the video of the duel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSwy412nttI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSwy412nttI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8835750576352071085?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8835750576352071085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8835750576352071085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8835750576352071085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8835750576352071085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/duel-on-mustafar.html' title='Duel on Mustafar'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007471543059211990.post-8828168427518537334</id><published>2008-09-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:13:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you.. but it's time to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to say.. neither do I know what to do. All I know is.. the person I love.. loved.. is gone. And now, as I 'compose' my 1st post, all I feel is emptiness.. pain.. deep within. Although I try lying to myself, to tell myself I don't miss her, that I'm happy she's gone forever.. the pain still remains. Ever since hearing from her closest friend that she does has a bf, I died inside. All emotion bled out from me, as if from an open wound. Ever since, I've been hearing songs, desperately trying to numb myself. ***, u asked me before, whether I entered this state after you told me. My answer is, although I deny it, yes. However, 'tis not her fault, but mine. And after all this time spent grieving for the death of an illusion, perhaps it's time to let go. If there was anything I could've changed.. it would be telling her. But there is no such thing as a second choice. And although I'll always be there for her, for now, it's time to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007471543059211990-8828168427518537334?l=exiledhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8828168427518537334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007471543059211990&amp;postID=8828168427518537334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8828168427518537334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007471543059211990/posts/default/8828168427518537334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exiledhate.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-miss-you-but-its-time-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you.. but it&apos;s time to say goodbye.'/><author><name>Andrzej Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803038805030960884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiyPHclQXI/Tcbhal5soqI/AAAAAAAAARg/d7QcduvWxAk/s220/deadspace-cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
