<?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-7207739</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:37:47.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organised mayhem...hopeless solution...mildly wild...</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Ulu Estates, we hope your short stay here will be a fruitful one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-114263948733135986</id><published>2006-03-18T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:51:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDIC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/medic%20cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/medic%20cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reason, i got posted to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;combat&lt;/span&gt; medic. really have no idea why. okay so i just passed my ippt. maybe not good enough to be a commander, but why a medic. came as a shock to me. but getting used to it by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;combat medic...if i'm not wrong, those guys carry like the heaviest and most bulky equipment to the field. a stretcher(foldable but still...), first aid pack, portable defibrillator(those things you use to jump start dead hearts), extra water bottles. and not to mention, all that with webbing and rifle too. i have no idea how i'm gonna do that. but then i guess what my friend says is also true. i'll be the fittest when i ORD. hopefully. if not become medic carry shit for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/stretcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/stretcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stretcher will look like this.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a portable defibrillator. hopefully mine will be like this. looks small and good enough to lug around.&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;and somehow the first aid packs all look like extremely big and field pack-like bags which i will not enjoy carrying with a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-114263948733135986?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114263948733135986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=114263948733135986' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114263948733135986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114263948733135986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/medic.html' title='MEDIC!!'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-114263811278472689</id><published>2006-03-18T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:28:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???WTH???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Engineering&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Engineering major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SUCH A CONFUSED KID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;??? - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-114263811278472689?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114263811278472689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=114263811278472689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114263811278472689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114263811278472689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/wth.html' title='???WTH???'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-114241594502601380</id><published>2006-03-15T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:45:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>startling realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/Mimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/death-star-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/death-star-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew it existed. was just surfing around and found this. it was discovered 2 years after the creation of the death star. cool. it's actually a satellite off saturn and is named mimas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-114241594502601380?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114241594502601380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=114241594502601380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114241594502601380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114241594502601380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/startling-realisation.html' title='startling realisation'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-114021943436272592</id><published>2006-02-18T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:37:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the blogger is gonna take a break until he POP then he will write all his recorded experiences here. until then, this blog will be dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-114021943436272592?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114021943436272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=114021943436272592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114021943436272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/114021943436272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogger-is-gonna-take-break-until-he.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113604562320400628</id><published>2005-12-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:13:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd book out...and it's new year...</title><content type='html'>okay so i went thru the 3rd week of PTP. they start to tekan us ready. first day of training this week i kena pump ready for not wearing my helmet properly when i went down to ground level. had to do pumping with my SBO and helmet. half-way thru 2LT Choo see i cannot make it he say you're pathetic and ask me to recover and go join my platoon. shit ah. oh yah, and with the dummy rifle also.&lt;br /&gt;we got our rifles on wednesday. cool. but no shooting yet. we just learn to strip and assemble then maintenance. sial ah RX lost his dummy rifle. never lock his cupboard when he went toilet at night and the commanders walking around see they take. he kena guard duty. lucky, if real rifle kena taken he surely get charged worse. then got that time about the spent round casings. damn stupid ah. oh and no moving in the file!! you, shift your eyes down 5!! wah...&lt;br /&gt;and now i booked out. 'long' weekend again. good start to my NS life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all...seriously - Recruit Hasyir M2406&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113604562320400628?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113604562320400628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113604562320400628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113604562320400628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113604562320400628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/2nd-book-outand-its-new-year.html' title='2nd book out...and it&apos;s new year...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113556185176946323</id><published>2005-12-26T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:50:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm home...but going back tonight</title><content type='html'>TEKONG. BMTC 2/ Mohawk Company Platoon 2&lt;br /&gt;finally i'm in there. so far we've only been through the 2 week orientation period so it's slack. just like orientation for JC. slack period. you would never have guessed what was to come then. now we know. same with NS ah. but i don't know what to expect now. so tonight i book back in. BACK TO M2. and the hell will start. or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;man i don't know what to write. route marches were fun? okay singing was fun. keeping in step was a bit of a problem for some. they just didn't want to take the effort. sialan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113556185176946323?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113556185176946323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113556185176946323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113556185176946323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113556185176946323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-homebut-going-back-tonight.html' title='i&apos;m home...but going back tonight'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113351428378945185</id><published>2005-12-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:13:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom just ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/P1040577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/P1040577.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was YJC's Prom 2005. it was supposed to be a happy night and well i guess it was. apart from the fact that we couldn't sit the way we wanted because they had halal and non-halal tables. mine was table 17. an all malay guy table. we made the most noise i guess. all in the name of fun. very nice. and there were 2 LIVE bands!&lt;br /&gt;the girls were, let's just say, odd. some were looking very nice as compared to them being in uniform. some just couldn't make it work for themselves. mostly wore black dresses. BLACK. why black? i just don't get it. like as if there's no other colour. only the malay and indian girls had a majority wearing colours other than black. seeing the malay girls mostly wearing something not of the standard black dress thing, we at the all malay guys table felt like we were at some wedding. anybody want to propose? actually there was one. haha...it was the performer. that J1 malay rocker guy...not really sure what's his name. during one of his songs he went all the way to the back to give this girl flowers. and spent sometime there too. before he went back up front to continue singing. and as usual the malays at the back made a ruckus seeing what was happening. cool man.&lt;br /&gt;the guys looked normal compared to what we were seeing from the girls. same looking guys just that we weren't wearing our uniforms. no one really stood out from the crowd. unless you count the white suit guy. maybe he did. not very common white suits. then there was trenchcoat man. haha...aka russian mafia given his size and attire. that was cool. he could have hidden an AK-47 in that thing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/P1040550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/P1040550.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;the food for my table was just right. not too bad at all. slightly above wedding food quality. however the main course wasn't served properly if you asked me. they gave us the dishes but not spoon or ladle to use so we can put it on our plates. we ended up using our original spoons used before to take it. the guys didn't seem to care. and desserts. fruits on a big plate. before the waiters could put the forks and small plates on the table, we started eating with our hands already. slow lah the service. when we saw they gave utensils we stopped and used the forks pretending nothing happened. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/1600/P1040569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/432/320/P1040569.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;after food they had the usual prom king &amp;amp; queen stuff and then the dance. left a bit earlier with Zhi Hao after he pestered me so much and didn't really go to the dance floor to check the scene out. heard from the rocker J1 that the dance floor was rather boring. lame songs it seems. maybe he wanted more of the slow songs for couple dances and not mass jam n hop style. and also the floor was freaking small. not exactly a dance floor if you ask me. sound system not good also. maybe because the council had no funds to go get a decent sound system for the prom. they used the ball room's speakers which were like ceiling PA speakers you find in shopping centers. lame shit man.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer my anderson sec prom to this. the atmosphere was better. then again, in ASS we sat with the class and there were more ppl jumping around with BIG speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113351428378945185?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113351428378945185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113351428378945185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113351428378945185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113351428378945185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/prom-just-ended.html' title='prom just ended'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113309886393158286</id><published>2005-11-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:02:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great timing...</title><content type='html'>the time after the 'A's has really been an odd one indeed. 2 years in JC life and i've never experienced what i'm dealing with now. emotionally challenging you could say. can't really describe it. sense of loss of my school life, my current civilian life, friends...reforging ties which i can't really hope to keep seeing where my life is taking me to now. been dreaming a lot lately too. confused perhaps. of what? i'm not sure. maybe kristina's right in saying i think too much. but i myself don't know what i'm really thinking so much about.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i just had a very long "conversation" with kristina on MSN. man, last time we "talked" was exactly 2 months ago. that was about the time the prelims just ended. we were consoling each other due to our bad prelim performance. and now i'm starting to feel rather longing to chat with her again. too bad not online. so i write it in my blog. what's happening to me? of all times. this is not gonna make it easier to go to tekong. leaving my games is easy, but leaving this is not exactly the same. guess i'll get over it. who would've thought i could be so emotional. i don't know what's happening really. like i said before, feeling a bit lost these few days. and i think i just found a source to help me forget about my troubles. whatever they may be. just like talking to a shrink. actually feel bad laying all of my crap on her. can't believe i'm blogging about this. it's also amazing that we could keep our friendship even after i left AJC. never really thought of that before. nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's more important to truly cherish what you already have than to look for new beginnings - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113309886393158286?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113309886393158286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113309886393158286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113309886393158286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113309886393158286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-timing.html' title='great timing...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113301186557594899</id><published>2005-11-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:41:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&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;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&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;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&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;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. (Civil Defence Officer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113301186557594899?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113301186557594899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113301186557594899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113301186557594899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113301186557594899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpquizboxcompersonalitytest82aspx.html' title='http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113292593274585451</id><published>2005-11-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:38:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM ATTIRE</title><content type='html'>finally got my stuff ready. suit and long sleeves with a tie which hasn't been untied since two years ago when it was first used. the suit contrary to popular choice isn't blue or black. something of a grey to yellow nature. and a BLACK shirt. yellow tie of course. finally. will be worn in a weeks time. then one more week going TEKONG. must i always remind myself? sheesh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113292593274585451?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113292593274585451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113292593274585451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113292593274585451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113292593274585451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/prom-attire.html' title='PROM ATTIRE'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113283376360046355</id><published>2005-11-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:02:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is done then...</title><content type='html'>the 'A' levels are done. it is over. all that will be will be. nothing can change anything now. but do we care? NO! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least not for now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;two weeks left for me now. after that it's tekong for me. then hopefully only for 3 weeks can go home ready. ah...nothing to do ready. nothing to study now. no more exams to prepare for and also not for another 2 more years. unless i end up in OCS then got test ah. got lectures some more. so now what do we do? go out with friends? my first week of after 'A's is amazingly packed&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(according to my level of packed)&lt;/span&gt;. the second week absolutely nothing happening. at least not yet. until i get myself to plan something to do during that week, i have a whole week to train or slack or whatever not before NS. 1 week a bit too short for me to get a new PC game so i guess i'll pass. but then again, i did complete a game in a week before. maybe i'll consider getting one. hmm? QUAKE 4? F.E.A.R.? maybe STAR WARS BATTLEGROUNDS 2. or i'll go on with my never ending CS: SOURCE and chat with those CS players. sometimes feels like i'm on IRC rather than in a game. or maybe even better, an action packed IRC. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have nothing better to do than play games it seems. my life is boring. i don't even go movies. haven't watched that stupid kid with a stick and scar even. the only movie i went to this year was STAR WARS and yeah that NIGHTWATCH thing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a russian movie but not bad though)&lt;/span&gt;. i need go one more before i go tekong. wonder who to ask out this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113283376360046355?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113283376360046355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113283376360046355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113283376360046355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113283376360046355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-done-then.html' title='it is done then...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-113232589663484914</id><published>2005-11-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:58:16.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man...</title><content type='html'>so long haven't put up new post...can go into comatose blogs ready. speaking of which, i haven't visited the graveyard for quite some time ready...wonder what happened to it. so busy. never really at home lately. always in school doing exam or studying for the exams. so sian. lucky got friend to study with.&lt;br /&gt;and now, there are 3 papers left as of today. finally the 2nd week has ended and only left the 3rd and last week. BIO WEEK and a certain paper 5. the slackest week. after that got 1 week then got Grad Ball. then 1 more week kena go tekong ready. wah...not much time to go out with anyone. no more YJC after that...sad ah. but can always go back. although the ppl won't be there anymore. and that is what really matters. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;what to wear for prom next 2 weeks? i don't know...wear coat and all or just wear a flashy long sleeve for the occasion? i still don't know. not much time left to get them into order. although it doesn't really seem to matter seeing that 1 week later i'll be going offshore for 2-4 weeks without coming back to mainland to train myself for the BMT next year. sian again.&lt;br /&gt;such a trying time for me. the end of this year. different feeling from when i was in Anderson Sec. wahhh...so many new things happening, opportunities(why now...why now?), so many trials, so many choices(okay not too many but make sound dramatic a bit ah), so many...so many. i wished i had more time for this life of mine now but sadly it will have to end soon. let's hope i can continue to keep in contact with the ppl i know now. always have a problem keeping in contact.&lt;br /&gt;new life, new ppl, new environment, new system. Welcome recruit, welcome to Tekong BMTC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-113232589663484914?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113232589663484914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=113232589663484914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113232589663484914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/113232589663484914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/man.html' title='man...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112943621451318489</id><published>2005-10-16T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:16:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Purpose of THE FLU</title><content type='html'>Once again our human race is being threatened by this micro-sized...thing. From since it was discovered, humans have not been able to do anything about this threat. Virus they call it. An almost perfect being&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if we can call it that)&lt;/span&gt; constantly remaking itself and not reliant on what most of the living organisms depend on for survival. So akin to machines these things are that i personally term it nature's machines. A machine that makes more of itself to ensure its presence so as to fulfil its purpose. Constantly evolving to aid others to evolve. This has been constantly shown by what happened to other organisms in this world. Plants evolve due to this machines. And are continually doing so. The weak dying from the effects of the virus and those which survive carrying on to reproduce more of its stronger kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This FLU now rampaging serves to do just that. Except the species being targeted now is ours, the Homo Sapiens. The sentient beings of the Earth. Ever since we have been living in the modern world, the human species has stopped evolving. The weak thrive on along with the strong. So what do we do now? Let our species evolve? Or stop the evolutionary process and remain the same as we are now for the next few centuries. Do we even have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Callous , cruel, nature is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112943621451318489?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112943621451318489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112943621451318489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112943621451318489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112943621451318489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-purpose-of-flu.html' title='The True Purpose of THE FLU'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112710373579711442</id><published>2005-09-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:22:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nooo...</title><content type='html'>half done papers, shocking revelations and half-hour prior to paper reporting times. this is the prelims.  where were all these back in the secondary school days. the prelims were just one paper after another. guess i'm too stuck in the past for my own good. okay so after this disaster is over, i have roughly 1 month more to get myself ready and going for the 'A' levels which must not be a disaster. this year has been too much of a disaster for that to happen and add to the death toll. my physics is confirm gone for this prelims. chem still got hope. counting on maths to salvage the situation. bio have no idea what's going on, banging on paper 1 which will be on the last day. and don't talk about Gp. it happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;right so tmr is physics paper 3. fluids is in for sure. last section, the option topic. then there will be ideal gas, circular motion, gravitation and thermodynamics since it didn't come out for paper 2. ahhh...are we dead yet? are we dead yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are we dead yet? - bored kids in a car with nothing better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112710373579711442?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112710373579711442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112710373579711442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112710373579711442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112710373579711442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/nooo.html' title='nooo...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112599172425650115</id><published>2005-09-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:28:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah...</title><content type='html'>hot ah. sleepy and hot ah. a week of time to finish up the study for the prelims. sleep...hot...can't go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112599172425650115?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112599172425650115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112599172425650115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112599172425650115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112599172425650115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/wah.html' title='wah...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112507135952281144</id><published>2005-08-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:49:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom matters(double meaning)</title><content type='html'>does it matter if we go prom? how hard can getting the ppl to pay up be? making arrangement for the class for the prom is damn hard ah if your class is like some indecisive bunch. who going? who don't want? who wanted but now don't want?&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that doesn't really matter now does it? thanks to our friendly classmate Ian, i got some info on prom matters. dragged me along to go pay the $80 ticket(DAMN EX SIAL). and knowing ian's style, he struck conversation with the girl councillor attending to him. wah seh ask a lot of questions ah. apparently all those who signed for the prom initially have to pay. HAVE TO PAY THE $80. if don't pay the money, our friendly councillors will become tailong ah. O$P$ to those concerned. i wonder how the guys will take this news. better hope they comply. i don't want to get harassed by the councillors since i'm the class rep. but i won't mind if the one harassing me is one of those nice looking ones in the prom committee. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112507135952281144?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112507135952281144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112507135952281144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112507135952281144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112507135952281144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/prom-mattersdouble-meaning.html' title='prom matters(double meaning)'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112480209263746392</id><published>2005-08-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:01:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we need to get better drains&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/we%20need%20to%20get%20better%20drains.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/we%20need%20to%20get%20better%20drains.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112480209263746392?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112480209263746392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112480209263746392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112480209263746392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112480209263746392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-need-to-get-better-drains.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112480177811523501</id><published>2005-08-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:44:24.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out Cheng Yi...he moves from one position to another in an almost unchanging pose. creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/bio%20guys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/bio%20guys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/bio%20guys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/bio%20guys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/bio%20guys%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/bio%20guys%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112376381323215224</id><published>2005-08-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:36:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regret...in the oddest way</title><content type='html'>i just killed 4 ants and i feel so bad about doing so. i can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;there they were, marching (or crawling or watever suits you) away from the main group, doing god knows what, in a straight line to some place i can't possibly imagine. and in my usual analytical way, i watched them march away. wondering where they were off to or what they were trying to achieve, i watched and finally decided to kill the 4 of them. no particular reason. just decided to kill them. and so i did and ended up feeling bad about it. man...&lt;br /&gt;if my wonderings were true, i actually thought of the possiblity that they went to get more guys to come along and help out with the load which they found on my floor. of course, the load was already being 'manned' by 4 other ants. but they looked like they were having a hell lot of a hard time getting their job done. but hey what the heck. DIE. and hence the regret...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the guys were only doing their jobs man. why'd you have to kill them. NOOOO!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; why does this thought even have to surface? ahh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soldiers march in lines, did we get that from the ants or did we come up with that ourselves - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112376381323215224?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112376381323215224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112376381323215224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112376381323215224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112376381323215224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/regretin-oddest-way.html' title='regret...in the oddest way'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112359493946326561</id><published>2005-08-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:57:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY FOR THE REPUBLIC. LOOKS LIKE WE'VE HIT THE FOUR-OHH MARK. WE'RE OLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112359493946326561?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112359493946326561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112359493946326561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112359493946326561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112359493946326561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-independence-day-for-republic.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112333500604903854</id><published>2005-08-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:30:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want rain...</title><content type='html'>rain, one thing in life we don't really like but can't live without. especially during times like this. hot weather...would really love rain. who cares if you get that rainy feeling again. rain cools everything down, makes everything wet, slows everything down. and that is good. slowing down is good, more so in s'pore where everthing is so fast-paced. you won't be too far off-track for thinking you were in the middle of 'FastnFurious'. of course, minus the excessive amounts of flashy cars and cool vrooms. although that is quite the trend nowadays. we all become BENG ah.&lt;br /&gt;okay back to rain. past few mornings had quite a bit of rain and it was welcomed. kept the whole day cool. we love rain. we want rain. give us rain. wet wet rain. okay so blogging about it won't help but it's not like i can go cloud seeding. anyone know any rain dance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112333500604903854?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112333500604903854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112333500604903854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112333500604903854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112333500604903854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-rain.html' title='i want rain...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112299196061074433</id><published>2005-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:12:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm supposed to be doing my maths prelim papers now. particularly the AJC 2004 one. i fell asleep on my paper. AHHHH!!!! i don't know how i'm going to do all this. so many revision papers so little time to do. sometimes it seems, bio is rather nice to do. especially the structured questions. so easy to do. i can't believe i'm saying this about my bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice, when typed quickly, can often come out as 'niec' - Jedi Hasyir(AWP hater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112299196061074433?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112299196061074433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112299196061074433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112299196061074433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112299196061074433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112247569467438983</id><published>2005-07-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:48:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about blogs and infrequent updates</title><content type='html'>about 2 weeks ago i thought of making a blog with the address "deadblogs.blogspot.com". i don't know if it is in use and i never bothered checking but it occured to me that i know quite a number of dead blogs. enough to write a blog obituary. complete with a short description or maybe a eulogy for the blog. then suddenly today, i realised that my blog could be inside that blog. that pic of jessica alba is not much of a post anyway. and i also discovered today that a blog got revived after an almost half year dormancy. it's chatterbox is working again, there are two new posts and the blog's background is lost. IT'S ALIVE!(spoken like a mad scientist who made frankenstein)&lt;br /&gt;lucky thing i didn't make that dead blogs website. if not there has to be amendments to the deathlist. how can a dead person be taken off a list where dead people are put in? same goes with blogs. guess i should make a "comatose-blogs.blogspot.com" site instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jump into a basket and carry yourself in it...it's really not impossible if you think about it-The Jedi(in a hot-air balloon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112247569467438983?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112247569467438983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112048398658109326</id><published>2005-07-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:33:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/invisiblewoman.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/invisiblewoman.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112048398658109326?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112046692626708322</id><published>2005-07-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:48:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem :: Get a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lim-boy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ahem :: Get a life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH...CHATTERBOX SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112046692626708322?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112046692626708322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112046692626708322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112046685688569121?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112046685688569121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112046685688569121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112046685688569121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/112046685688569121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/flooble-chatterbox-sucks-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-112011051878795278</id><published>2005-06-30T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:48:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam week...and we have youth day celebrations?</title><content type='html'>yeah...tmr is the last day for tests. my last paper too, chem. of course we have the others who finished their papers today. well, actually not just yet. they have about 2 more hours to go before ending their last paper. but it's still today as opposed to mine tomorrow. and tomorrow at 12 there'll be a 1 hour concert by the teachers for our youth day celebrations. since i'm already in school, might as well attend it.&lt;br /&gt;so far we've been having the routine papers. hard to do question after question. got everybody going all worried-mode. just had physics paper and as usual we hear statements made that make you feel a little less confident than when you stopped writing. haha...&lt;br /&gt;not many blogs nowadays with activity anymore. mine counted as one. so quiet. just like my own personal diary. yep. well i don't really have a diary. just a journal my form teacher makes us write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn i forgot what i wanted to write here...had thought of it yesterday...didn't write down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-112011051878795278?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112011051878795278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=112011051878795278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.storewars.org/flash/index.html"&gt;http://www.storewars.org/flash/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spastic, this short production is...inspired by star wars it appears to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111870848040340144?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111870848040340144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111870848040340144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111870848040340144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111870848040340144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111850078000390279</id><published>2005-06-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:39:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright now...</title><content type='html'>it is a freaking hot day...or night if you're talking about the time now. so i got my air-con switched on. thank the guy who invented this contraption. ha.&lt;br /&gt;and also, the holidays are finally here. at last. after waiting for 2 extra weeks of school to end. we finally have some time for ourselves to use for the whole day. although you could say it's only for 2 weeks. after which is the term tests and as we all know, is not a good thing. this means we have to prepare during this 2 weeks of whatever holiday we have left. really takes the fun out of JC life doesn't it? but then again, JC life hasn't been much fun either. apart from the orientation part, both as a participant and as a facilitator...haha. man i miss the first year. our life was so much easier and easy going.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough moping about my pathetic holidays and life(there i go again, moping). my room's floor is now full of my stuff. papers, notes, files...stuff. man. i'm kneeling down to type this. no place for my chair now. and i think this is only term 2 stuff. term 1 should have been filed already(i think, and hope). got to get this done before tomorrow morning. need to organize my stuff if i'm actually going to do revision and study now. and i'm actually blogging right now instead of doing something about my floor to keep myself awake and from feeling too bored. taking a break from the sorting out of stuff. never knew my bio lecture notes file can be so thick that i could actually use it as a pillow just now so i can lie on the floor. almost slept on it. thanks to the background music from the comp. this comp i'm using now of course.&lt;br /&gt;and will you look at that, quite a long entry. okay so it's not that long. but come on, give chance ah, my posts are never really long anyway. okay time to return to my floor and sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People assume, they always do, so it's your job to make sure they assume correctly-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111850078000390279?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111850078000390279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111850078000390279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111850078000390279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111850078000390279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/alright-now.html' title='alright now...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111758060248531607</id><published>2005-06-01T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:03:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't lose yourself...</title><content type='html'>dreams, aspirations, goals...don't lose sight of them. don't let go of them. make sure of that. they are the only things around that will drive you. it's the only thing that makes you different from everyone else in this crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the pursuit of achievements, to search oneself is better than to lose oneself - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111758060248531607?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111758060248531607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111758060248531607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111758060248531607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111758060248531607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-lose-yourself.html' title='don&apos;t lose yourself...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111733958412836344</id><published>2005-05-29T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:06:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/OMG-Its-yodo-kun.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/OMG-Its-yodo-kun.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the cutest saber weilding duo ever...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111733958412836344?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111733958412836344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111733958412836344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111733958412836344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111733958412836344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-has-got-to-be-cutest-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111728730497023170</id><published>2005-05-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:35:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo it's the holiday...lessons...sad ain't it</title><content type='html'>so now we have our so called holiday. for most of the people in my age group it should. for those in JC, it would be a period to catch up or revise. for us...YJCians, it's time for holiday lessons. official lessons really. not some extra lessons or anything. i heard SRJ has a week of normal school. we got ourselves a timetable set until the 10th of June. how thoughtful of the school. we must be like behind time or something. most probably behind time. the perks of being in YJC. we love it...at least they left us with 2 weeks for our own choice of time management. man...&lt;br /&gt;now that you think about it, there's a lot to do for the A levels. must get all of last years work straight by this holiday. then comes the year 2 work which apparently is not completed yet. god help us.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just came back from my cousin's wedding. the first cousin to get married. and about time too. he's not really young eh. late 20s. man...spent the whole day there doing nothing. apart from continuous eating and staring into space and walking round the compound, getting a place to sit and think and trying to get someone to keep me company on my phone. what a day. at least it ended somewhat well i suppose. i had something to do. clear up the area used of the decor and tables and chairs and not forgetting, carrying of the substantial if not excessive amount of food up to my aunty's house. went up and down at least 4 times i think. those guys in the house kept seeing me appear and disappear. haha...how slowly the time passed just now when it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time takes its time when it is waited upon - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111728730497023170?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111728730497023170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111728730497023170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111728730497023170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111728730497023170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/woohoo-its-holidaylessonssad-aint-it.html' title='woohoo it&apos;s the holiday...lessons...sad ain&apos;t it'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111677703279636685</id><published>2005-05-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:50:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday tmr</title><content type='html'>yeah we got a holiday tmr...more time for more homework...sad ain't it. oh and look at me, i'm updating my blog...hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so short...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111677703279636685?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111677703279636685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111677703279636685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111677703279636685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111677703279636685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/holiday-tmr.html' title='holiday tmr'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111611252645061957</id><published>2005-05-15T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:15:26.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more pics of the guys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/CIMG1407.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/CIMG1407.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111611252645061957?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111611252645061957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111611252645061957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111611252645061957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111611252645061957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-pics-of-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111538230714051264</id><published>2005-05-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:25:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets talk about yesterday's events. or something about yesterday. ok continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111538230714051264?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111538230714051264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111538230714051264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111538230714051264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111538230714051264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-talk-about-yesterdays-events.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111499284615235534</id><published>2005-05-02T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:14:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/P1030180.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/P1030180.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLD...and the guys in AJC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111499284615235534?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111499284615235534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111499284615235534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111499284615235534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111499284615235534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/gold.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111443215672359163</id><published>2005-04-25T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:43:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever had that feeling...struck with awe...roots growing from your feet...jaw drop to the ground...</title><content type='html'>i always thought there could only be one shark faced car. man was i wrong.(and let me tell you, shark faced cars are just the best). only used to be the mitsubishi galant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!! PEOPLE LEND ME YOUR EYES. check this babe out. knocked me right out. i was like 5 meters away when i saw her parked and wham! KONG!! my jaw dropped to the ground. man, no girl can have the same effect. this car is just so sweet when seen live. oh damn smooth. look at those curves and the big wheels. just gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/bmw6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/bmw6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://autobzor.com/photo/bmw_6_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111443215672359163?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111443215672359163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111443215672359163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111443215672359163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111443215672359163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/ever-had-that-feelingstruck-with.html' title='ever had that feeling...struck with awe...roots growing from your feet...jaw drop to the ground...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111365982687648398</id><published>2005-04-16T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:57:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm supposed to be one of the better ones...</title><content type='html'>why am i such a blockhead at times? i try to do everything as best as i can but there's always something that just doesn't make it perfect. always. although it may not seem to affect me, it does to the people around and that would somehow affect me worse than if i just didn't do something that i wanted done. humans may not be perfect, but this is ridiculous. no job i do can be properly executed. sometimes it's basic things that i don't get done. basic stuff that applies to all who have common sense. i actually have to be told, and at times, taught even. man...how bad can one get.&lt;br /&gt;i always feel like i fail in life. i fail to live normally like people do. i fail to act like normal humans do. i even fail to think like a normal person at times. i don't see the obvious. i cannot read others properly. i fail to understand feelings. i'm not alien. i'm human. so why can't i be like one? is this a medical condition? i surely don't think so. and i'm certainly not crazy. okay i can't really diagnose that now but come on, i appear normal. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To err is human...if that is so, then i've got to be 100% human-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111365982687648398?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111365982687648398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111365982687648398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111365982687648398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111365982687648398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-im-supposed-to-be-one-of-better.html' title='and i&apos;m supposed to be one of the better ones...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111356789391383853</id><published>2005-04-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:30:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's it...it is done...</title><content type='html'>At last. It is complete. The research project has come to an end. The exhibition is over. We have toiled and our efforts have not gone to waste. From it we gained a gold award. One small achievement for our testimonial, one tremendous achievement for YJC. Of the 3 pioneering teams from YJ sent for the Elementz Conference, 2 got silver and 1, gold. May glory always shower YJ for ages to come.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we will be receiving our plaques from the principal in front of the whole school. Although we actually already received it just now. And Johny has to give a speech. All the way Johny...haha.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i won't be going to AJ anymore. Or wear my long-sleeve shirt with the school tie with blazer anymore. And not forgetting the black shoes. It's back to normal school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i got a band 2 for my PW. My whole group got band 2 actually except for Betty. Band 1 ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111356789391383853?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111356789391383853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111356789391383853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111356789391383853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111356789391383853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-itit-is-done.html' title='that&apos;s it...it is done...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111349113352718201</id><published>2005-04-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:05:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay...</title><content type='html'>today i missed GP and PE since i had to be in AJ for Elementz conference rehearsal. stayed until 5 plus from 2 o'clock. as usual, thanks to jong meng, we were there far too early. almost 30 mins early. but as they say, it's never bad to be early.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 7 teams going to be there presenting their "gold" award projects tomorrow. can really see the difference between JC and secondary level of research. and their powerpoint slides are just like those we used to have back then in the secondary school days. damn colourful and woah...check out their number of slides. ours is like half the number another group had.&lt;br /&gt;and now i really see the purpose of having PW as an 'A' level subject. we really gained a lot from it i guess. especially in the presentation area. those secondary school guys were just not normal to look at. some had to read from his script the whole time, then we have one who literally read each and every word like it was some dictation exercise. and this one girl(not related to script reading) had such an irritating voice. can go crazy listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;before it happens, i want to say that tomorrow is going to be a boring day. unless i get to switch roles with xiang yong to man the booth instead of sitting in the audi the whole time for the presentations. really stupid. we'll be stuck in the audi most of the time. and the booth had to be handed over to another guy from the paper recycling group until one of us get to be there. don't know who johny picked. what kind of exhibition is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...with confidence comes great achievements...-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111349113352718201?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111349113352718201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111349113352718201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111349113352718201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111349113352718201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay.html' title='okay...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111339713831454461</id><published>2005-04-13T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:58:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah yeah shit shit damn...</title><content type='html'>now that is what i call mixed emotions. man this is not something nice to be feeling. it's contradictory. you like it yet feel shit because it opens you up to a whole other side of it. and we thought it would be over with that one presentaion just now in AJC. my god we were wrong. just do your best someone said. so we did. and we got this. hmmm...tomorrow need to go again for some rehearsal thing. damn gonna miss more lessons. This is what a GOLD gets you. a GP question, assess the impacts of this achievement, what are your views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, are we good or what? haha...nice work guys. johny &amp; xiang yong...effort not wasted guys...you all rock. well i must say we were good but i didn't think we were THAT good. man. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no gold behind a silver lined cloud, just lots of sun...haha-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111339713831454461?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111339713831454461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111339713831454461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111339713831454461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111339713831454461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah-yeah-yeah-shit-shit-damn.html' title='yeah yeah yeah shit shit damn...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111279158429960806</id><published>2005-04-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:46:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm really losing it now...</title><content type='html'>something just isn't right with me this few days. no idea why. ever since school opened its been quite cool. then came the test results which knocked me off balance but then that was overcome. now i still feel unsettled. damn it's sick. maybe it's related to the saturday experience but maybe it's just me, just that i never noticed before. can't keep focused. lectures are terrible. okay maybe except for bio lectures and maybe chem.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also thinking i've finally come to understand the position an old friend was in last year. I FEEL STUPID. and nothing can change it. for anyone reading this, if i do get through J2 life with amazing achievements, remind me to treat some of you all out. damn...life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111279158429960806?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111279158429960806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111279158429960806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111279158429960806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111279158429960806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-im-really-losing-it-now.html' title='i think i&apos;m really losing it now...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111250524568192363</id><published>2005-04-03T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:14:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation 2 rox man...</title><content type='html'>woohoo...give it up for the J2 volunteers. *applause*...THANK YOU, THANK YOU. retired OGLs back in action and we still got it. yeah mass dance. we still rock the stage man.&lt;br /&gt;only one wasted point ah. the jam'n'hop started too late and ended to early. the J1s were just getting into the feel then time's up. wasted sia, too many 'slow' songs at the start and also many stragglers. the songs were just getting "powered". damn wasted. those juniors were enjoying it man. amazing. we ended with vertigo. then they wanted one more song and kept chanting for it...ONE MORE...ONE MORE...ONE MORE...so did i. haha. but the teachers were looking rather serious. damn. i felt like i has no obligations since i was just a volunteer. like as if i was just a year 2 being there for fun. but in reality not ah. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and for a half filled hall, they could made it feel rather filled when they got into the groove. okay maybe exaggeration but most of them came up to the stage to dance(note: not &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; the stage). not many stragglers in the end.&lt;br /&gt;have to congratulate Betty for a job well done. okay maybe job sort of well done. haha.  finale comm hey. and mark...chairman ah...haha...amazing dude.&lt;br /&gt;i know who Cindy Chin is already...aha at last. gave up a few weeks back. now i know. she was there in the OGL HQ all the while. whoever had a crush on her, i gotta say your taste not too bad. stupid code: 24639 2446&lt;br /&gt;and amrit just had to introduce me to this girl while i was dancing with her during mass dance. and we ended up talking while dancing. okay, more of shouting. but still, quite a nice girl. not too bad looking too. didn't get to know her name though. wasted. should have approached her after the dance.&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of all J2 volunteers, i want to thank all the J1 OGLs for your appreciation of our services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111250524568192363?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111250524568192363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111250524568192363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111250524568192363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111250524568192363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/orientation-2-rox-man.html' title='orientation 2 rox man...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111218445856341340</id><published>2005-03-30T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:07:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noooooooo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plunging into an abyss of self-destruction...confused...it cannot be...&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/7207739-111218445856341340?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111218445856341340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111218445856341340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111218445856341340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111218445856341340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/noooooooo.html' title='noooooooo....'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111197235560905802</id><published>2005-03-28T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:16:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa check this out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&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/7207739-111197235560905802?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111197235560905802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111197235560905802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111197235560905802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111197235560905802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/whoa-check-this-out.html' title='whoa check this out...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111170601003830819</id><published>2005-03-25T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:31:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look out your window...</title><content type='html'>the haze is back. it's back...man. you can see it in the air when you look out your window. it is now 6:58 AM on a friday morning of march and looking at the situation outside my room, it doesn't really look like singapore. i can barely see northpoint from here. i can normally see northpoint even at night.&lt;br /&gt;the colour of the air somehow reminds me of destruction, war. it's like as if a war is going on and all the debris is dirtying the air. i guess you could say we're doing slightly better than geonosis during the clone wars.&lt;br /&gt;it's now 7:03 AM. the haze is still here. except that it is now white and not the colour of geonosis. intensity is still as bad.&lt;br /&gt;the haze thing actually started yesterday. went into the hall for maths term test and the hall was hazy. check it out, the hall was hazy. look up and see haze. look out and see haze. never seen haze in a hall before. at most i saw is mist in halls. that however was caused by mist fans. not natural.&lt;br /&gt;okay first week over. one more test left. CHEMISTRY. man the organic shit is tested. yesterday the maths was a shocker. i could just sit there thinking and everyone else was writing something at least. i actually took note of who went to the toilet, who was writing and who was in my position. but still got my paper done somewhat. skipped the first few questions. and for those who actually wrote something, they weren't much better off than me. still don't know what to do. can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;this post is rather long. been a long time since i last did this. i wonder how long it really is. lets post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a zinc lining behind every dark cloud(must keep to budget, price for silver increasing)...Life hasn't been too inspirational lately-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111170601003830819?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111170601003830819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111170601003830819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111170601003830819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111170601003830819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/look-out-your-window.html' title='look out your window...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111119307754942834</id><published>2005-03-19T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:40:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicate this song to my comp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ASH LYRICS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Clones"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're a clone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With heart of stone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Synthetic soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brainwashed and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;You're just a clone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got no control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forced in a mold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Processed and sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey, you know I find it frightening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you change just as fast as lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;You fell from grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving no trace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been replaced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your name erased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey, it's your self-destruction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never listened to my instruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Shame, shame, shame, shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Shame, that everyone's the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you stood alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Different from the clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;You were a flash of light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A meteorite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unique in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I have seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A prophecy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey, now there's no use waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is disintegrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Shame, that everyone's the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you stood alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're different from the clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you were the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exception to the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the truth is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Clones, clones, clones, clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Clones, clones, clones, clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey, now there's no use waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is disintegrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Shame, that everyone's the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you stood alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Different from the clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you were the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exception to the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the truth is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111119307754942834?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111119307754942834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111119307754942834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111119307754942834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111119307754942834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/dedicate-this-song-to-my-comp.html' title='dedicate this song to my comp...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-111111498704760790</id><published>2005-03-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:03:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHOOOO</title><content type='html'>i just gave my comp a new lease of life. alright...welcome back. good to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i hate to reboot my comp. always feels like as if i'm killing an ailing person only to clone him back to life. i hate it. but sometimes you just got to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-111111498704760790?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111111498704760790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=111111498704760790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111111498704760790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/111111498704760790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/wooohoooo.html' title='WOOOHOOOO'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110967997158674852</id><published>2005-03-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:26:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep running for it...</title><content type='html'>okay...its 8:15PM. we've got GP, Bio, physics, maths...gotta get them done sometime soon. especially GP. its already late :D ...man i'm bad. you know what, i only knew the word ok was spelled okay and used it this way in secondary school. i have nothing to write. and i still have to hand in my journal which isn't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;this blog started as "life's just amazing isn't it"...now, its "organised mayhem...hopeless solution...mildly wild..." i guess life didn't stay the way it was eh? the blog address is still amazlife though. not crazylife. at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;this entry is a total waste of time and should not have been put up or read for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME...TAKES ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110967997158674852?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110967997158674852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110967997158674852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110967997158674852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110967997158674852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/keep-running-for-it.html' title='keep running for it...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110916563144447787</id><published>2005-02-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:33:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't have time anymore...and for those that have passed, they won't return</title><content type='html'>blogs are good to pass time with. it's just like writing a journal entry. but these days, time is not always there anymore. time has become a form of luxury. i'm starting to sound like as if we were under suppression from some ruler or something. but it's true, although not literally, that we are being suppressed but instead of our freedom being curbed, we have our time being available only in limited amounts. it's a luxury we try to treasure. the concept is still quite new. but with every free moment we have now, we 'try' to dedicate it to our studies. or perhaps, just at certain times, for our relaxation. something most of us look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whether the 3 'A' students have it like we do. i even thought of dropping a subject if it gets too crazy. but further thought lead me to the conclusion that it's not my 4 'A's that is giving me problems. it's actually more of that AO subject. but as we all know, we can't drop that subject, even if it is an AO subject. it's just like that saying, we can't live with it, yet we can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last hurdle...it's here...we've gotten this far, we can't stop now-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110916563144447787?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110916563144447787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110916563144447787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110916563144447787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110916563144447787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-dont-have-time-anymoreand-for-those.html' title='we don&apos;t have time anymore...and for those that have passed, they won&apos;t return'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110790753326171032</id><published>2005-02-09T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T08:05:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>Hey Dad look at me&lt;br /&gt;Think back and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up according&lt;br /&gt;To plan?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm wasting &lt;br /&gt;My time doing things I&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when you&lt;br /&gt;Disapprove all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna be good&lt;br /&gt;Enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend that &lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;And you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About the pain I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you used to be&lt;br /&gt;My hero?&lt;br /&gt;All the days&lt;br /&gt;You spent with me&lt;br /&gt;Now seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like you don't&lt;br /&gt;Care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna be good&lt;br /&gt;Enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand another fight&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;The things that you said&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna make this&lt;br /&gt;Right again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't turn your back&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110790753326171032?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110790753326171032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110790753326171032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110790753326171032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110790753326171032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/perfect-simple-plan.html' title='Perfect - Simple Plan'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110785337115232842</id><published>2005-02-08T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:02:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Country '05</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country...man...on new years eve. What a time to have such an event. But it was still good...although damn hot ah the sun. Never knew 9 o'clock sun so hot ah. The 11 o'clock sun was even worse. It was burning man. We had 4.8 km to run but i walked for half of it. Cannot take it man...if go the whole way end up sure K.O. one. Sure faint the minute i stop if i ran all the way. Problem man...cannot recover fast enough. Run 2.4 also need more than half an hour to recover. If ask Zhen Xun he would say weak ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now got 2 days free to do homework...assorted flavours. All available flavours. Real man. Can't get time off one. School is starting to get a little bit too packed. Or maybe it's starting to get more packed. Yeah better way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man my bio teruk man. Already bad enough to get blacklisted by Mr. Ngan for late stuff and incomplete work. Even got warning ah. Now if see him must avoid ah. Always give that odd stare one. Scary sia. Being taught by him is worse than by Ganesh ah. At least Ganesh's social conciousness lectures can tahan ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110785337115232842?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110785337115232842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110785337115232842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110785337115232842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110785337115232842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/x-country-05.html' title='X-Country &apos;05'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110657536193331790</id><published>2005-01-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:04:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 24th of January 2005...</title><content type='html'>homework still abound...supposed to be steeped in homework...BUT ALL THOSE ASIDE...it is my birthday...i am 18 years old as of today...yeah cool...i can take my driver's license...M-18 movies...no more medical benefit...one more year till NS...the 'A' levels are coming...i'm old...man...-_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll never know what you have till you lose it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110657536193331790?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110657536193331790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110657536193331790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110657536193331790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110657536193331790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/24th-of-january-2005.html' title='The 24th of January 2005...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110584505250644287</id><published>2005-01-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:10:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first few trials of J2 life</title><content type='html'>the work is coming in...actually not too bad yet...still somewhat like J1. or maybe this is just the beginning. and my timetable always ends after 4:30 except for wednesday, which if you count CCA then yeah go home at around 5:30. so effectively i always go home at about 5 pm. oh and that is also not counting if there's gonna be after school classes if the teachers want and if i get to do my 'S'  paper. man...i'll end up leaving school at around 6 everyday. not that it's too bad for me since i take only ~7 mins to walk home. but still, man it's late. lets see, reach home go bath then eat dinner and then pray then i'll end up with only 8pm onwards for homework and study. no wonder my sec sch malay language teacher always say take a JC close to your home. really saves a lot of time. and time is something we don't have much of right about now. the final hurdle say some. no room for mistakes now.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, REPUBLIC COMMANDO is coming out this march!!! man i've been waiting for it since the start of last year. gotta get it. okay it doesn't make sense for me to go around wanting one at this point of time but hey, it's only ONE game. for the whole year i promise. only one. this game is gonna be a different concept to me. it's a squad-based game that actually requires you to use the squad. now that's new. most squad games only makes the non-player characters(NPCs) follow you around and get shot while you shoot back hoping your squad mates live long enough to distract enemy fire. okay maybe not all squad games are that bad but this is gonna be fun. and hectic. i can feel it. oh and for the uninitiated, republic commando is a star wars game. yeah. the box would really look good with the rest of my collection of PC game boxes. and to think i thought my hobby to keep boxes died a long time ago. i doubt anyone ever knew of this part of my life. i used to keep boxes when i was younger, much younger. in lower primary. guess the hobby hasn't really died off. it just took on a new form. cool.&lt;br /&gt;still got homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...the end is near...or is it just the beginning...-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110584505250644287?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110584505250644287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110584505250644287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110584505250644287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110584505250644287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-few-trials-of-j2-life.html' title='the first few trials of J2 life'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110536514623261178</id><published>2005-01-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:52:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not 17...only 15 people...even more sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110536514623261178?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110536514623261178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110536514623261178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110536514623261178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110536514623261178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-17only-15-peopleeven-more-sad.html' title='not 17...only 15 people...even more sad'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110527928694466095</id><published>2005-01-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:49:36.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first weekend only...</title><content type='html'>ah hell haven't done bio summary. 2 pages each for respiration and photosynthesis. its only the first weekend and its gone. JC life is merciless. ahhh......still got bio test. not yet study. crap man. slacked the whole holidays. being OGL for first week not helping either. and there's still entry test for physics 'S' paper...and not to mention, the physics NIE attachment thing still going on...exhibitons what exhibitions...man...must we really showcase our results?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah one more thing...hello 205...my new class...good to know all of you people...all 17 of you all...only 17 of you all...man...sad...so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wealth is nothing if there's no health-The Jedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110527928694466095?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110527928694466095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110527928694466095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110527928694466095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110527928694466095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-weekend-only.html' title='first weekend only...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110515359737643589</id><published>2005-01-08T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T11:06:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so its back...to school again...</title><content type='html'>the first week is over. the J2s done with their first week tests, the J1s over with their orientation program, no more pink shirts running round the school moving black shirts around, no more reporting at 7 am in study center, no more T3...very much relieved that there's no more T3. not saying that the class is bad, but sometimes there's always those few who make you kinda nuts. for T3's case, there were 4 of them. not disclosing names except that they called themselves the slackers club. i was supposedly their "boss". bunch of mischievious kids. not enough girls in T3 to balance the dominance. only had 6 girls at most when there were like 12 guys.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind T3 already. lets talk about the house. AURORA house. T1 - T7. bunch of dead people i once said. i take it back but only because of yesterday. they could actually cheer like a group with the volume and all during the performance but never during training. it was so frustrating for us trying to make them cheer during training. don't know what's their problem with cheering in the hall for practice or fun for all i care. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(OGLs)&lt;/span&gt;AURORA WASSUP...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(echo)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;wassup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and we were like -_-'''&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so yeah, that's about how it was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more orientation...woohoo i guess. no need mass dance ready...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you baby&lt;/span&gt;...haha...no more. but wednesday still got college feat. but nevermind that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;almost everyone got a new class. i got 205. no more 06...but guess what, only 17 people in 205. freaking small class. know a few faces in the class but not close. not going to be easy. its like going through J1 all over again. all new faces. okay discounting the fact that gin jin and hui ling are in the class as well.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh damn better get those test papers done. not counted in CA but still need to do. Chem and Maths to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Free your mind, a distracted mind won't get you anywhere more than where you are now-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110515359737643589?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110515359737643589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110515359737643589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110515359737643589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110515359737643589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-so-its-backto-school-again.html' title='and so its back...to school again...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110449796344594375</id><published>2004-12-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:59:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can shout...but i'll never want to do that again...felt very unsettling after doing so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110449796344594375?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110449796344594375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110449796344594375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110449796344594375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110449796344594375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-can-shout.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110410580447896715</id><published>2004-12-27T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:03:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/City17_Alyx_Vance3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/City17_Alyx_Vance3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay another picture of the woman named Alyx. This time it's computer generated and in the game. As you can see there is a shotgun there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110410580447896715?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110410580447896715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110410580447896715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110410580447896715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110410580447896715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-another-picture-of-woman-named.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110410562948974338</id><published>2004-12-27T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:00:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/013-alyx.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/013-alyx.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman never looks the same in any two pics. This one may not be computer generated but its the best i think. Oh and her name is Alyx. Put up for Marco Ragnos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110410562948974338?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110410562948974338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110410562948974338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110410562948974338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110410562948974338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-woman-never-looks-same-in-any-two.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110364107323021293</id><published>2004-12-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T22:57:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went out today...cool</title><content type='html'>alright...got out of house today for sec sch class outing. 11 of us ex-4/5 people of year 2003. was missing in action from house for the whole afternoon. ate lunch at cineleisure, watched Blade Trinity and played pool. okay apart from cool fight sequences, not much of a movie. can say more than 50% of time used to kick ass. although i would really say the kick ass part was much nicer in the previous parts. this time round not very nice ah. Blade 2 was cool. more cool than this Blade. surprised the girls who came actually came to watch it. one even said it wasn't too bad. aren't this type of movies for guys to like? how come girls also like one. puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we had to show our ICs before being let in. the movie NC-16 but come on man...do we really look that young? man...and another thing, the thing about popcorns is never buy 1 big box. always buy in small boxes unless you end up sitting together. somehow we got separated when looking for our seats. movie already started about 3 - 5 mins so it was dark. and so we became separated. however, the popcorn stayed with my group. the one who bought the popcorn was in the other group so yeah. was laughing at jin rong's mistake. don't really know how he made the mistake or even if he did or what the mistake was. and really, without a doubt...girls take forever when they go to the toilet. there were 8 guys...all went into the toilet after the movie and not all together so it was some came later and some were earlier and the girls went in their toilet at the same time but they came out like ages after all of us guys went out. they really take very long. we even had enough time to eat half of the popcorn left and mind you, there was still a lot left. and we just kept eating the popcorn even until we went to go play pool upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;and well yeah...that should be all...so long...gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you see isn't always what you get...(general quote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110364107323021293?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110364107323021293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110364107323021293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110364107323021293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110364107323021293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-went-out-todaycool.html' title='I went out today...cool'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110350593764584909</id><published>2004-12-20T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T11:33:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some good sounding quotes or maybe definitions</title><content type='html'>Taken from the walls in CS:Source in the map named 'office'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Camping&lt;/span&gt;: Doing unto others before they do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ping&lt;/span&gt;: Being the scapegoat for your inadequacies since 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sniping&lt;/span&gt;: Feel like a player without actually joining the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Spamming&lt;/span&gt;:  When you lack in  quality, you can make up in quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Headshot&lt;/span&gt;: Those who can, do. Those who can't, complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Crunch&lt;/span&gt;: Hang in there...it's almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are...the six basics of CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never storm into a hallway...you'll never know if there's a sniper...let someone else do it-Jedihasyir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110350593764584909?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110350593764584909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110350593764584909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/P1010545.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep blogging with a picture. whatever happened to the classic string of words? oh and as u can see, that is a picture of me and the guys in the physics research thing. guy on extreme left is Darren Wong. he is the guy looking after us during our duration in NIE and also the guy who gives us rights to handle the machine behind us which cannot be seen. i'll put another picture of the machine later. the junkyard around us is actually a plasma focus laboratory. looks more like a workshop though and i won't blame anyone who might say that since you can find tools everywhere. a workbench like the one we had in D&amp;T in sec sch also there. it's also something like an all-male lab. very rare see women. okay, the one on the extreme right is johny with one 'n'. and the guy beside me is Xiang Yong...if that's how u spell it. dun really know. both from 101. that crazy class. go chalet to copy GP homework. and i'm from 106. sad ain't it. not gonna see the "lab" for a week now. week after then will see. take a "break".&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/DPF.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/DPF.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our beloved Dense Plasma Focus(DPF) device. not on at this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110342986884152540?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110342986884152540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110342986884152540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110342986884152540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110342986884152540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-do-i-keep-blogging-with-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110332956640912877</id><published>2004-12-18T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T11:59:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to play around more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/dodge_viper_gtsr_2001_01_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/dodge_viper_gtsr_2001_01_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just testing with this program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/1024/grevious-cinefex-big2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/400/grevious-cinefex-big2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110332956640912877?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110332956640912877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110332956640912877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110332956640912877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110332956640912877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/need-to-play-around-more-posted-by.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110328624146892931</id><published>2004-12-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:24:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...looking at the holiday forecast for next week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will be experiencing clear days and fine time everyday. Looks to me like there's gonna be a clear week ahead so if i might add, it's time to enjoy the season. Time to just sit back and relax and flex the mind a little with some revision of the year's topics. Yes...what a fine time ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at that. It's finally come. The holiday is here. A week without school or NIE. Unfortunately it's only for a week, but still, it's something. Better than having the whole holidays being in NIE. Not that it's a bad thing but sometimes, being in NIE for the whole day everyday can be quite tiring. A little rest won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now what? I hate it when this happens. Firstly, holidays are here...woohoo...then after that, now what? Ends up i have nothing to do during my holidays. And it comes to mind again why i took up this NIE attachment thing in the first place. All i do during my holidays is play computer games. Kind of sick sometimes...and also sad. Don't i have anything better to do than just sit here and look into this monitor? And i answer myself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face it, you are too lazy to get out of home.&lt;/span&gt; man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have nothing to say, just that i'm sorry to those concerned-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110328624146892931?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110328624146892931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110328624146892931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110328624146892931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110328624146892931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/alrightlooking-at-holiday-forecast-for.html' title='Alright...looking at the holiday forecast for next week...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110311216297034089</id><published>2004-12-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:02:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...but seems to be too quick</title><content type='html'>completed half-life 2 today. bought it on the 28th of november. can't remember when i actually started playing it. took less than half a month. not good. too quick. the record i have is 1 week. elite force 2. only 1 week and i completed it. during school time some more. first 3 months period. should take at least 1 month. played too fast too much.&lt;br /&gt;and another thing that happened too quickly, the holidays. the end is approaching. only 16 more days till the end of year 2004. 2005 here we come. i can still remember the time i said the end is approaching for the school term. seemed not really long ago i said that. too bad. the holidays not long. only 5 weeks? and if i look at my schedule, i'm still doing stuff in an education institute so my holidays still not free. what crap man. left only 16 days and my holidays are not even starting full force yet. but guess it'll be easier to start the school year again after all this. won't feel too bad.&lt;br /&gt;talking about school, i wonder how my new class is gonna be. 205 was it? but how would i know. quite true, how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; I know? how are we to know our new classes. the school hasn't informed us yet. wow, never thought of that before. oh yeah...fascinating. why didn't i ever think of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies when you're doing something and how it lingers when you are waiting-The Frustrated Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110311216297034089?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110311216297034089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110311216297034089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110311216297034089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110311216297034089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/yeahbut-seems-to-be-too-quick.html' title='yeah...but seems to be too quick'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110298428129170098</id><published>2004-12-14T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T08:31:21.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/drought.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/drought.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here got a wallpaper idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110298428129170098?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110298428129170098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110298428129170098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110298428129170098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110298428129170098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/here-got-wallpaper-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110283552403558415</id><published>2004-12-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:12:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE...UPDATE...UPDATE...</title><content type='html'>this word seems to be the in thing for the blogs of many. too many people with nothing better to do than read blogs out there. although i have to say i am one myself but this word. the 'u' word. hell its everywhere. its the in thing. i'm blogging this cos got nothing better to blog but had a request to UPDATE. hence the crap you are reading now. man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows why : Prolonged exposure to HALF-LIFE 2 may induce migranes. It seems i get them everytime i play. quite irritating. but will surely go away one. my friend played till feel nauseous. this game really got health issues. no idea why. play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DOOM 3&lt;/span&gt; got no problem even though had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; and innards and brains flying from exploding heads and bodies (its the pinnacle of gory). what's with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HL2.&lt;/span&gt; odd. maybe its just having to run so much with boom going of every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. one more thing about HL2. makes me feel like i'm in some WWII scene or something. think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medal of Honor:Allied Assault&lt;/span&gt; (MOHAA) and you will understand. same atmosphere. different guns however. and technology. but really. the whole thing, the story, the buildings, there's even a scene where snipers shoot from everywhere. reminiscent of the sniper level in MOHAA. isn't half-life 2 supposed to take place somewhere in city 17 which is the future? the combine(the bad guys) has armoured vehicles patrolling the city too. nazi armoured cars with turrets on them. hell they look the same. except for that big spider thing with three legs. that is not from WWII. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110283552403558415?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110283552403558415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110283552403558415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110283552403558415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110283552403558415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/updateupdateupdate.html' title='UPDATE...UPDATE...UPDATE...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110200001546397082</id><published>2004-12-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:06:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay...day 4...busy...</title><content type='html'>today is the fourth day of my physics attachment thing. still have until next friday. haven't really had the time to blog because of that. everyday go home at about 5:30pm. and even if we report in later, still have half-life 2 to play in the morning before going. so yeah, busy. and starting tmr till next tuesday, gonna be in Perak, Malaysia. not exactly my choice. i would rather stay in singapore and go for the physics thing. really.&lt;br /&gt;okay so now, time to give a reflection log of the past days. 2nd day of attachment, rather boring and frustrating. spin and spin substrates(silicon wafer) so as to coat them with some polymer named SU-8. test these for effect on temperature on their crosslinking without having any exposure with x-rays. didn't really get it done. somewhere halfway got problem. we haven't even heated the samples. initial chemical bond scans that we did came out too disrupted. somehow there was too much interference. still puzzled about that. so can't really monitor the bonds interested in the analysis hence this part of research ended here. to be continued some other time. don't really know when. apart from that, we also plotted a graph using the data from the day before. had to redo two points since they were way off. the scan results of the two we re-did were quite satisfactory. the best so far. that should be all for that day. seemed little huh? but trust me it took a long time. and a lot of climbing of stairs. damn tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day. what did we do...i know we reported after lunch so not much done. i really have no idea what we did. i can remember however, we went home at 5:30pm on the dot. the Darren guy said if he not back before 5:30 we can go home so we just sat there looking at the clock until  it struck 5:30 then we vanished. one thing i can remember as well is that i did some so called template for today's data to be entered into using microsoft excel. not much of a template though. touched up on it this morning. it worked fine too. very well if i might add. also, we had an equation to think about which took up most of the time spent during that day. not a very productive session. i also wasted a lot of time calculating constants for equations in the template i made. a lot of them didn't really tally with the values Darren got but heck. found out this morning he forgot to tell that he missed out a set of values also to be included that's why my constants were not the same.&lt;br /&gt;4th day, which is also today. we were briefed in the morning on how to use the NNSX2(plasma focus device) or also known as the NX2. so far i recorded, there were 13 steps to know when using it but i'm sure there's more steps i just didn't write down. its the only one in the whole of SEA and it was built from scratch. not bought. cool ain't it? we could all sit on top of it and it would still stand there. its one hell of a machine. physics rox. okay, coming to our event for today, nothing really. i just sat in front of a computer the whole day playing with numbers and excel and plotting graphs and tweaking my template so it made sense when data was put in by of course, me. sickening work. reminded me of survey results from PW. exactly the same. and exactly the same person did it. ME. my team members were at the plasma machine firing it every now and then and recording data for me to use. i wonder if their work was simpler. mine was just getting the data obtained to make sense so it could be analysed. not too bad considering i like to just sit in front of a monitor and stare at it. and we broke the trigger too. the automatic trigger got spoilt at around 11:40am. Darren went to fix it and gave us an early lunch. a very early lunch. i would call it a brunch. but hey, who cares. we went to canteen A. not too many people considering the time. he spent a total of 1 hour to fix it. we finished eating after 10mins. so loiter around the campus we did. then we remembered Mr. Wong was there for some chem stuff. he came in the plasma lab just now. since he was in chemistry, we thought to look for him in the chem labs at lvl 2. somehow he made me think of betty and hui ling since they were both in some chem research thing. and guess what, we found all of them in the chem labs. wong, bet and HL. those two were wearing lab coats that looked a bit too big for them. so the 3 of us physics 'researchers' slacked in the chem lab. until about 12:45. and also something happened which i'm not gonna mention that made me think of the gender role reversal thing is really becoming more prominent. oh and a millipede is not dangerous to touch. it can't bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help is something an individual gives out of goodwill, so ask politely-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110200001546397082?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110200001546397082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110200001546397082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110200001546397082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110200001546397082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/okayday-4busy.html' title='okay...day 4...busy...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110173477910498154</id><published>2004-11-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:26:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/640/OGL%20camp.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/171/2488/320/OGL%20camp.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very blur pic from &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110173477910498154?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110173477910498154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110173477910498154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110173477910498154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110173477910498154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/very-blur-pic-from.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110173471453528083</id><published>2004-11-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:25:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn tired...</title><content type='html'>day 1 of research attachment thing at NIE. go so early come back so late. tired man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110173471453528083?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110173471453528083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110173471453528083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110173471453528083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110173471453528083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn-tired.html' title='damn tired...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110159983822021037</id><published>2004-11-28T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T07:57:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digital camera...FZ-7</title><content type='html'>got a digital camera...the lumix FZ-7. so far this is the third camera in our family. only the third. man. anyway, it has this 2.5" LCD screen at the back and its like so big. but too bad no peephole thing. i want a camera with an peephole thingy. it would look more like a camera. and it only has 3x optical zoom. which is lame. at least a 10x zoom, but nooo because that would make the camera an SLR like camera. and that is for professionals. man.&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be a very tiring day. gonna be outside most of the day. just after this, we going to graves of relatives to clean them, then later afternoon going sitex with zhen xun, and after that go sadi house for free food with zhen xun. that is like the whole day ah. and tomorrow have to be at boon lay station by 8am to go NIE for physics thing. X-rays, plasma...whatever crap hope to understand soon.and i just found out my tag-board censors the word 'hell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110159983822021037?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110159983822021037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110159983822021037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110159983822021037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110159983822021037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/digital-camerafz-7.html' title='digital camera...FZ-7'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110155040274033324</id><published>2004-11-27T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:13:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song eh...</title><content type='html'>If You Wanna Be Happy&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty woman makes her husband look small&lt;br /&gt;And very often causes his downfall&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he married her and then she starts&lt;br /&gt;To do the things that will break his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you make an ugly woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;A-you'll be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;An ug-a-ly woman cooks meals on time&lt;br /&gt;And she'll always give you peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sax solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your friends say you have no taste&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and marry anyway&lt;br /&gt;Though her face is ugly, her eyes don't match&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, she's a better catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;Say man!&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby!&lt;br /&gt;I saw your wife the other day!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, an' she's ug-leeee!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The way to a man's heart is through his stomach-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110155040274033324?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110155040274033324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110155040274033324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110155040274033324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110155040274033324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-song-eh.html' title='nice song eh...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110146448050903190</id><published>2004-11-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:21:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGL camp finished...</title><content type='html'>alright...we got through the ogl training. overall not really training since only the part of mass dance is the training. other than that we just played and played and played. and played. all the orientation games we played. haha. this is damn good ah.&lt;br /&gt;never have i been in a training camp involving so much playing. then agan, i haven't really attended much training camps before. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;okay, today 'camp' we came up with school cheers in the morning until about 11am. then we went to our 'classrooms' to 'perfect' our mass dance moves. we literally went through everything again instead of perfecting but in the end came out not too bad.had ourselves do hound dog and the old dance before lunch break which was at 12:30. me and sadi went mosque during break and came back at two. by which time they already went through the "i'm good" dance a bit. came to class to see three people in a row dancing it. this is one dance i'm gonna have to take some time to remember and get used to. the basketball girl who teaches that dance damn good man. not really sure what's her name. but nvm that. man...had to go practice and practice that dance inside and outside class, during breaks and outside other classes when they played the music. just sitting down and watching was also quite nice. kinda got the hang of it but must practice more. practice makes perfect they always say. so well yeah. that's about all that happened today. just lots of dancing for whole day and water breaks. damn tiring ah dancing these mass dances again and again. wonder how to handle on the day itself. gonna be super tired after the 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110146448050903190?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110146448050903190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110146448050903190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110146448050903190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110146448050903190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/ogl-camp-finished.html' title='OGL camp finished...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110139485297820779</id><published>2004-11-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:00:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day...then no more OGL thing...</title><content type='html'>I have yet to find out what 'thing' actually stands for but we still have time. okay, so now, talk about today? lets see, firstly, got to school early, saw sean...long time no see...training rugby...waited for mark so can pass physics notes...chatted a bit b4 going in lt2. reached lt2 and saw not too many ppl inside. first thing i heard was ling fang's voice. went over and handed phone to her for her own fun. roamed the lt. saw zhen xun, gave my bag to him. went out to water cooler to drink. went back inside and waited a while longer b4 everything started. had newcomers coming in. either those that were previously struck off or those with a bit better grades. heard there's now about 120 OGLs. but only saw like 40-50 just now. saw kristie and yihui. they are OGLs too. quite surprised to see them but still, happy to know i have more people around whom i know. talked to yihui while attendance list passed around.&lt;br /&gt;first thing to do today, mass dance. 3 of them. had a 'lecture' on the first dance which is the one we did during the 2nd orientation. and i really mean a 'lecture'. we all sat there looking at them dancing at the lt stage like we were supposed to learn by watching it like a lecture(were we supposed to take notes?). but anyhow, we were still sent to classes in J-block to learn the dances in further detail. just like having tutorials after lectures. talk about having fun. we had dancing school just now. mass dancing became an 'A' level subject? not too bad. still in yesterday's group except that there was an alarming increase in female numbers in the group. went through all three dances before lunch break. the first dance, the classic YJ mass paired dance with song 'can't take my eyes off you' dance remix, second dance, another mass paired dance but in retro style...song from elvis presly's hound dog, and lastly, the hip-hop dance following the song 'i'm good' from the soundtrack of HONEY. spent a lot of time on the first dance. quite fun with all the guys bonding together to get the guys' steps right. we also kept having breaks in the duration. 7 min break followed by a 5 min break after about 3 sets of dancing? frequent breaks, oh yeah. blasting the stereo with the songs. very fun and also slack. and we are supposed to teach this to the new guys next year? hopefully we can still remember  them by then. it's a long time from now. but it doesn't seem to bad since we got ourselves dancing even during lunch break, outside the lt, inside the lt...and we did the AJ clap on the tables in the canteen. one start suddenly ex-AJCians in the OGL thing came along and did it together. must be the orientation fever. but quite fun. felt the unity once again. hurt my fingertips though.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we had more games for the J1s to be tried out.had to change to P.E. attire. i think all the girls in my group just now disappeared after lunch. then we had half of what was left of the group coming in after 1:30 when lunch ended at 1 due to a communication problem. all waiting to get wet outside J-block. at the pond there with the drama ppl looking at us while eating their pizza. damn...yihui was one of those in the half that came back late. this is one of the few moments in JC life that you just cannot miss. yihui came out changed in her wushu training 'gear'(actually just P.E. attire ah) and omg. can't help it, i'm a boy. damn first thing i looked at were her 'chest'. damn. had to look away. sheesh. okay enough of that. then we all got wet. for another 3 hours or so. getting wet all the time. ate disgusting shit we made ourselves and debriefing. choosing of the orientation group names and blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;and we all went home in wet undies. how fun. wonder what will happen tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110139485297820779?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110139485297820779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110139485297820779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110139485297820779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110139485297820779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-more-daythen-no-more-ogl-thing.html' title='one more day...then no more OGL thing...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110130653236841194</id><published>2004-11-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:03:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just felt like it...</title><content type='html'>it's odd now days. might not be apparent but feels like i'm full of sorrow. somehow, due to some unknown source, i feel to be kept filled with sorrow. keep listening to lord of the rings soundtracks. the songs there are both of strife and sorrow. it just seems appropriate to listen to them. subconciously, i feel calmed when listening to them. what the hell's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough sorrow. not a good time to be sorrowful. whatever the cause is. must concentrate at the objective at hand. time to be devoid of anything less than excited. now, OGL thing. okay, i still have yet to look up the name of this 'thing' we are having now. first day today. two more days. so far so good. nothing too bad has happened. or maybe none that i know of. but one thing i heard, they lost the floorball goalpost thing to be used for the orientation. can't believe they could lose such a thing. and it seems i have got a change of heart about this ogl thing. not too bad to be one if i might add. guess it's gonna be quite fun. we got YJ a school cheer. although it's not confirmed yet. then we went to play the games the J1s are gonna get to play during the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;must also add stats: 5 day orientation, 800 students, 80 OGLs, 6 main groups, 3 mass dances, 1 big bang finale. how bout that. really wonder how we gonna coordinate this thing and even more, how we gonna accomodate for the big number in our cosy little college in the middle of yishun(just behind my house). it's going to be a miracle if we get this done well. man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always keep focused on the task at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110130653236841194?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110130653236841194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110130653236841194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110130653236841194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110130653236841194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-felt-like-it.html' title='just felt like it...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110122207192690124</id><published>2004-11-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:01:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/11...its has come finally...however not the way i had hoped it to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; is the only word i can use to describe the situation now. never thought it would come to this. 106 is no more. we've been together for about year now but now, we've split. i, being one of those leaving. we lost 12 people in total so there's 13 now from the original class still together. it's not the same class anymore. 6 of them didn't make it, 4 of us getting transferred to a new ship(i don't want to change...man) and 2 of them voluntarily returned to the battle we already won. how did it come to this. it may be the last day, but not a very joyous day either. the valence row is now reduced to 2 members from the original 6. looks like our I.E. not that high eh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be moving to 05. man. this sux. why can't i stay in 06. Y YJ? man. this whole business of changing classes due to our subs is crap man. ahhhh. for a long time now, i've always been thinking i would never miss this class. this lousy excuse for a JC class. but i guess time changes everything huh? it may not be the best JC class i could have gotten but still, it's my class, and i can't change that or my feelings for the class. i don't want to leave this class. it's like you won't miss something till you lose it. man...sad man...this is all just sad...unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;there won't be mark and betty anymore. no more marco. no more marco. CT rep is gone. who's taking over? kristie? but why should i care. not my class. can't believe i just said that. damn.&lt;br /&gt;and betty, my unofficial PW group leader, also not gonna be there in the neighbouring class. just hope she knows what she's doing. gotta hold true to the dream, never let go. if yours truly is reading this, remember these words. write them down somewhere. keep it somewhere close to you. always look back at it if you lose your faith in your cause. don't waste this second chance. chances in life don't come very often.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess whatever it is, life goes on. there's going to be lots more of this kind of things happening in our lives in the future so i guess we'll just have to get used to it. it'll be like the first time i got in YJ. won't be too bad. i wonder what i'm gonna do in the new class. its like starting J1 again except that everyone already knows each other except for us. it would be damn odd. and apart from that, my first week is gonna be with the new batch trying to get them going. heard there's gonna be like 800 of them. not exactly easy work for the OGLs now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, if i do get transferred, which is kinda comfirmed already, to whoever is reading this and was or well, still is in 06, i just want to say i'm gonna miss you bunch of crappers, stoners, and loudhailers and also not forgetting the quiet ones. 106 rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the spirit live on, and let it not be forgotten-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110122207192690124?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110122207192690124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110122207192690124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110122207192690124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110122207192690124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/2311its-has-come-finallyhowever-not.html' title='23/11...its has come finally...however not the way i had hoped it to come...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110111896161200537</id><published>2004-11-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:59:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is a blur...whoa...</title><content type='html'>suddenly everything is moving so fast. or maybe it's just me. man. the end is approaching. 23/11. and we will be free. or so it seems. unfortunately we have to study for our term 1 week 1 tests which i, due to a twist of fate or just freaking good(or bad) luck got myself exempted from. but here's the catch, i need to be an OGL for next year's orientation for the J1s. so you tell me, good luck? or bad luck? and get this, i don't have a choice. orders from our beloved principal. man. just my luck hey? haha...exempted. i only got AABC. ain't that cool. yeah man...&lt;br /&gt;holidays appear to be coming round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;how did my holidays suddenly changed from a sanctuary for resting and slowing down to look at the world around me to a scheduled shit that makes me think that this JC life thing really don't have life one. ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;OGL training this coming few days. 24 till 26 november. really wonder what's gonna happen with all the top scorers becoming OGLs. it is going to be weird. very weird. we'll be like,"come on guys, show some spirit, show some orientation spirit...YJ not so boring oi...", or we just slack one corner with our juniors and say to them..."YJ damn slack one...don't need worry...we just slack here oso can..."... man, can't imagine. and cannot forget, 3 mass dances. whoa shit. this is just great. WHY??? man why...Y,Y,YJC...Y,Y,YJC...and we say DUNNO,DUNNO...ITS BECAUSE YJ WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Then we get can't sing telling us if we cannot handle alkenes, we better drop chem and guess what, i was actually trying to get the shit in my brain...now, should i drop chem...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110111896161200537?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110111896161200537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110111896161200537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110111896161200537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110111896161200537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/everything-is-blurwhoa.html' title='everything is a blur...whoa...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110068480905256714</id><published>2004-11-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:46:49.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a schizo...ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Disorder | Rating&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid: Low&lt;br /&gt;Schizoid: High&lt;br /&gt;Schizotypal: High&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial: Low&lt;br /&gt;Borderline: Low&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic: Low&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Dependent: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv&lt;br /&gt;URL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not a schizo...not a schizo...ahhhhhh!!-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110068480905256714?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110068480905256714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110068480905256714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110068480905256714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110068480905256714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-not-schizoahhhhhhhhh.html' title='i&apos;m not a schizo...ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-110026089210539186</id><published>2004-11-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:01:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hell plasma focus device...x-ray photography?</title><content type='html'>The date is the 12th of november and it is a friday. How different can it get eh? For one thing, there's this structure building competition after school. Too bad i missed the most part of it. Came back from it after prayers, 10mins already passed. After that, got a call from Mr. Koh from physics department telling its 2 o'clock and i have to meet them outside the staff room to go to NIE. Man, i was a 'busy' man.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the structure building competition's outcome for my class wasn't too bad if i might say. Wasn't really there to see what happened but nice structure those guys made. Oh yeah...the design was from my group. Too bad we didn't win anything. I don't know why we didn't win. The structure looked good, it was damn stable(thanks to my idea of the spokes), and relatively high(okay maybe not that high, 18 cans high?). But i was proud of the class to be able to make that thing. Really nice. Really wanted to be there. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Was somewhere in NIE in some plasma focus lab listening to some Prof. Rajdeep talking to us about the research we will be undertaking. Some photography using x-rays and high voltage machines. At 150KV, that is some high power. But of course, we will be generating some x-rays from plasma. Real hot plasma. Oh yeah. Not too bad the whole thing. Quite interesting actually. Look at the moving x-ray of the terrapin, too bad its blur...so now what we have to do is to make the picture focused like through camera lens focused on an object. Cool stuff. X-rays shots normally cannot take moving shots but we are gonna do that. New tech hey. Real cool stuff. How bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chances in life don't come often. So grab it when they come cos you'll never know-The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-110026089210539186?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110026089210539186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=110026089210539186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110026089210539186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/110026089210539186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-hell-plasma-focus-devicex-ray.html' title='what hell plasma focus device...x-ray photography?'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109981713487400427</id><published>2004-11-07T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:45:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man...forgot to take my chem mcq promo paper from chua</title><content type='html'>damn mother tongue paper. make me forget to take the mcq thing. wonder wat will happen. supposed to have redone the paper for tutorial on monday. just great.&lt;br /&gt;would can't sing kill me for not doing it? really hope not. gonna be seeing him like everyday till the 23rd. at least 1 hour plus. this is really not good. lets see, first day come school, first thing is chem lesson, and we say, hello mr. chua, i forgot to take my mcq thing on friday so i haven't done it yet. and he will be like, towering over you at staring at you, and you would be speechless beyond compare. even OP doesn't seem too bad. what a bad situation. i should stop being too negative. well lets try again, maybe he'll be like, "hmm..you still have school until the 23rd hasyir, it is not time to enjoy yet, this is still counted as homework...you didn't do that well in your chem promos either", and we will be standing there speechless beyond compare as well. not much of an improvement from the one before. wonder if there is any homework to do before for the coming weeks. man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109981713487400427?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109981713487400427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109981713487400427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109981713487400427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109981713487400427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-manforgot-to-take-my-chem-mcq-promo.html' title='Oh man...forgot to take my chem mcq promo paper from chua'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109974923449414933</id><published>2004-11-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:53:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone seen that stepford wives movie...oddly, its creepy</title><content type='html'>Who thought of this movie anyway? A very odd concept if i might add. Very odd. It started out to be damn feminist but slowly became rather scary. To have the perfect wife...would that be nice? How would i know, but somehow the movie made them look scary to have. It's like as if they are trying to show that we shouldn't think of having perfect wives cos the ones we marry are the ones we actually fell for. And also, don't marry career women. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it...this movie could actually be applied in my PW. Haha...rise of women eh. Extremely feminist ideals at start of the movie. The ending is also rather demeaning to men. Betty would love this. Its over though. Yeah...PW is over. Done.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ben@VP, if you reading this, why do you like to tell everyone you love them? Isn't it odd? Hmmm...really. Unless to you it's all fine to tell people you love them. Like now, i love you ben! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...lets try to make this entry a long one. Been a long time since i put up a new entry. Three weeks around there? What happened throughout that time anyway? Lets see, promos(alright i rox), MU, intensive mother tongue lessons, PW overtime. That should be about it. And more school after this until the 23rd of this month. Man...but don't worry, the day of green fields and blue skies will come. It always has, lets hope it comes gracefully this year.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the promos. Seemed like a long time ago but actually only about 3 weeks ago. Even our results are not out yet. What's with YJ anyway? Odd school, but it rox. Didn't really study much for it. Actually played gunbound during that period. And also doomed during that time. Yes, i played Doom 3. That really rocked. Really hate those Cherubs or babies i usually call them. Damn irritating. Jumping at you at speeds no FPS player can match and crawling on the floor when they approach. It's all sick. And not to mention the blood everwhere. And it was everywhere, you name it. Man...wondered if i doomed myself in doing so. Real man, i took a freaking big risk in doing so. Wonder if i should have actually studied hard for the promos instead of playing. I hope i pass my GP. Everything can be said to hang in the balance that is determined by GP. Or otherwise known as the 'G'old 'P'endant. Works the same way as the one ring.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, intensive lessons. Lasted for two weeks. First week was full of PW and mother tongue all mixed up. Stupid briefing they had on the first day. Supposedly to explain the timetable but no one understood. We got by fine anyway. Suddenly all i saw were honey and julie biscuit. What happened to the G-man, Can't Sing, Yoga and Lim? Missed being in their class. But don't get me wrong, very fast will forget that i actually missed their classes once it starts again. Haha..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;'A' levels came to us too early. Somehow there was this 'AO' Mother Tongue thing which we need a D7 grade at least. But as Wahyu from 114 puts it, 'go for the 1 man'. And we had this PW at 'A' levels as well. OP shit. Relieved that it's over. The GPF's still not ready yet though. Damn OP. But it was a lucky day for us(or perhaps not) that Wednesday, we got to present first thing in the morning. The first. Only two assesors from the school. Those external moderators not here yet. As soon as our presentation ended, and it was time for the next group, people started coming in. Whoa, G-man and external moderators coming in. Red alert...those guys up next were like, WTH man? Haha...woo, score one for the Feminine Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough school, time for games. Woohoo...MU. Thanks to Jason, i got to play this online game. Not bad. We always end up pairing up and fighting alongside. Not too bad if i might add. Kills loads of precious time. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets get ready for the results now. It's coming and soon if i might add. Watch out YJ, this kid's gonna rock your world. And also get ready for school again until the 23rd. Man...this is lame. Why do we get shit like this when other people get their holidays on the 30th of last month. School till the 23rd, how nice for us YJCians. Gives us something to do during the hols...man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greatness, don't look for it, for it finds YOU when the time is right - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109974923449414933?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109974923449414933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109974923449414933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109974923449414933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109974923449414933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/anyone-seen-that-stepford-wives.html' title='Anyone seen that stepford wives movie...oddly, its creepy'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109912564876658800</id><published>2004-10-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T16:41:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109912564876658800?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109912564876658800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109912564876658800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109912564876658800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109912564876658800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109791511176167910</id><published>2004-10-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:25:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMOS...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Promos are here...not supposed to be on comp...must study...must revise...must do well...am i ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109791511176167910?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109791511176167910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109791511176167910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109791511176167910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109791511176167910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/promosahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='PROMOS...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109706892484137315</id><published>2004-10-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:45:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out those girls...should have taken a picture of a shocked Mark and one scary looking Betty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt;YJC just had their open house today. Cool event although it did seem to be quite an "ulu" event. Not many outsiders actually walking around the college. My IGC(intellectual games club) booth actually had some outsiders playing with us but the numbers were small. Guess people just don't really like to play intellectual games. Many just passed by and settled for looking at us only. Some took the challenge and played with us. They lost of course. An outcome almost always expected. If not malu ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt;The booth already had intellectual activity going on even before the open house started actually. We actually started playing halfway through setting up of the booth. What to do, game club what. What we do is play and that was what we did. Got the boards to the tables and had them set up, then came the irresistable urge to play. Was like as if we were having a normal IGC session. The booth ended up becoming a corner for people with nothing better to do anyway. People from all over YJ came to play either amongst themselves or against us. International chess, chinese chess, reversi, some even played scrabble. What a slackers club. Shoik ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then suddenly out of nowhere came these three women in white or perhaps something that looked like pale biege walking around and passed by our booth. Man, check THEM out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt; Those 3 were out of place for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt; Must be from the play i thought to myself. Then the realization dawned upon me. I saw an all too familiar face amongst the three. Damned shocked ah. Betty!! Hell will you look at that. Her hair was untied and she had makeup on her face. Shock of my life. She actually looked good with that hair if not shocking. Maybe i just wasn't used to it but damn. Anyway i got Mark to look at her and he was like gapping mouthed for what 10secs? Worse then me. He got everyone from class which could be found then and made them look at Betty. I have an eccentric CT Rep.&lt;br /&gt;After that i was mostly MIA from my booth. Went walking around. Got to the hall and watched the wushu performance, went walking and tried my OP very roughly and clocked 1 min. 1 min is surely not enough and the OP is supposedly tomorrow. So dead i am. Then found Yihui so excited for no reason. She got me and Mark to tag her as she went round "collecting" people to go to the Auditorium before 4:30 for Betty's play. Not too bad considering i already watched that part of the play before but Cleopatra forgot her lines at two separate instances i think. 25-27 February 2005, the official screening of the complete play. Take note people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's light at the end of every tunnel. If you don't see any light, it just means that you are not looking into a tunnel in the first place -The Aquarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109706892484137315?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109706892484137315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109706892484137315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109706892484137315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109706892484137315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/check-out-those-girlsshould-have-taken.html' title='Check out those girls...should have taken a picture of a shocked Mark and one scary looking Betty...'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109616211155904587</id><published>2004-09-26T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T09:36:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos...Intensive Timetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dismissal at 3:10. Not too bad a thing to have. 2 hours earlier than what it used to be. Supposedly to have us return home earlier and study for the promos which is in 3 weeks time. Not too bad a thing to have at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the report for PW is finally done...i hope. Should be the last and final draft now. Somehow Betty cut 3203 words to 2494 words. 709 words in total and in only 1 and a half hours. Amazing ain't it? Looks like a lot of irrelevant stuff was inside. Never got round to thank her yet. But wow...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And the OP plan. What's up with it now? Nothing happening now. Should really get started on it soon. Not a good thing to drag for too long now, even more since the promos are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One unanswered question i have now is why is my class so slack. Why do all the classes i happen to be in appear to be slack. Even in Anderson Sec and AJC. The class in AJ was the most slack but could be because it was only the first three months. Maybe the class in YJ also as slack. Don't know ah. Crap ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...The Aquarian, signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have hope...have faith...have them both in your heart and don't give up-The Aquarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109616211155904587?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109616211155904587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109616211155904587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109616211155904587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109616211155904587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/promosintensive-timetable.html' title='Promos...Intensive Timetable'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109548108835940178</id><published>2004-09-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:07:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME STAR SIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"    style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;AQUARIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot-hearted man who likes to do thing his way. He can suddenly decide to do something without thinking of it's outcome. He is the type of guy with an inside energizer, so if you fall in love with this type of guy be "patient", even if you have to follow him a bit. His creative mind could create fantastic idea any time. If you do not understand or can not follow him, you won't be with him for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in this Zodiac will less likely to have a pale skin, and if he has a scar, it would be on his face or on his head. He moves very fast and very energetic, and he has a very self confident in himself. He is not the type to sit down and feel sorry or regret anything for long, especially with "Love". He loves justice. He dares to show his opinion or even argue about certain subject even he knows it might bring him problems. A straight forward type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hardly lies except if he thinks it is necessary and he is not a good liar anyway. He will not lie to you about serious matter, but if he lie he will lie only a small little thing. He is gifted with the ability to be a very social person. He could talk even about subject that he has no knowledge of. He interests only at the present time and look at the world positively. Many times he feels hurt because of reality, but he will not run away and he will overcome that difficulty. Even though he is a high and self confident type and centers his own thoughts as a main focus, he is also a kind, cute and polite guy. He certainly is not a mean person. He likes to help people who are in troubles even he is not asked to. He is the type who feels sorry if you remember bad things he said to you that he had already forgotten,but you did not. Belief him that he is very sorry and give him another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he decides to do something, he will put all his mind and energy in it either in his "Work", or "Love". He is the type who gamble anything in the casino, so do not even take him there. He does not like pessimistic, low energy, and depress person, especially no brain. Strangely he like to&lt;br /&gt;overpowered this type of people to assure that he is more superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He like to be the first person to do something. You can see sparkling in his eyes, once he meet a new target or new lover. Once he is in love, he will act as if he never has love like this before. This minute he could be real sugar sweet, and later he could also be an icy cold, but do not blame him for that will only chase him away. He could fall in love again with another girl and act again like he never has this kind of love before.He could really love someone, but not a heart broken type for he thinks love is "excitement" and "Love goes on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you date this kind of guy, do not or avoid showing your face to him with face pack, face mask, always be presentable, nice and cute. If he is quiet not because he is shy, but he is only quietly thinking. If you have a chance to ask his X-girlfriend, she will tell you that he is not a shy or quiet&lt;br /&gt;type. If he is really and truly in love with you, he will never lie to you at all. How do you know if he loves you, bet on your faith! Love him and treat him steadily and do not try to find anything to argue with him, he will be with you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are his lover or girlf! riend an d need to tell him something, go and say it out loud and straight forward because he hate long boring story. He hate to play games, chasing for love or being chased, so let him call you first. He likes a confident woman who also a good follower. If he gets mad at you, let him be for only a short time he will be normal again. You have to like and be able to get along with his friends, but he does not have to do so with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think you could make him jealous by flirting with other man, he will just leave instead of making a scene because he is a confident man and has to be the first in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109548108835940178?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109548108835940178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109548108835940178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109548108835940178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109548108835940178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-star-sign.html' title='ME STAR SIGN'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109435530515674847</id><published>2004-09-05T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T11:35:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something wrong with my internet explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Blogging from my netscape browser now. Something not quite right wif my IExplorer. It keeps refreshing after loading a page successfully and then i cannot blog after that. Crap ah. Anyone have any idea why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm not going to continue blogging about tuesday. Just to wrap it up, we went home at 11pm and i reached home at 12:20. It was the next day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When in doubt or uncertainty, follow the path less taken. It gives you more freedom to make mistakes without anyone knowing about it. - The Aquarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109435530515674847?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109435530515674847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109435530515674847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109435530515674847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109435530515674847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/something-wrong-with-my-internet.html' title='something wrong with my internet explorer'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109434741922378220</id><published>2004-09-05T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:23:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao... am i supposed to type my entry in the form of an entry title??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109434741922378220?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109434741922378220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109434741922378220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434741922378220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434741922378220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/wah-lao-am-i-supposed-to-type-my-entry.html' title='wah lao... am i supposed to type my entry in the form of an entry title??'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109434715721406994</id><published>2004-09-05T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:19:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't type out my entry...what crap....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109434715721406994?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109434715721406994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109434715721406994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434715721406994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434715721406994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-cant-type-out-my-entrywhat-crap.html' title='i can&apos;t type out my entry...what crap....'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109434707113240841</id><published>2004-09-05T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T09:17:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued entry on tuesday's outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109434707113240841?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109434707113240841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109434707113240841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434707113240841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109434707113240841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/continued-entry-on-tuesdays-outing.html' title='Continued entry on tuesday&apos;s outing'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109400953018232075</id><published>2004-09-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:32:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing for teachers day but teacher not there...-_-'''</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very long day. Really long. Teachers' day never seemed to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;-go school&lt;br /&gt;-stupid workout&lt;br /&gt;-attend class for 2 hours(wat crap ah YJ, still got lessons one)&lt;br /&gt;-concert...(rock concert?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon&lt;br /&gt;-Finish concert&lt;br /&gt;-Teachers all board bus go lunch in some hotel&lt;br /&gt;-Snipe teachers to give them our "tokens" for teachers day&lt;br /&gt;-"Serious" discussion as to where we going later for gathering(last minute work one)&lt;br /&gt;-Discussed for one&lt;br /&gt;-"Decided" on Seoul Garden Bugis(later changed to orchard last minute after all go home ready)&lt;br /&gt;-Home??? (for only 2 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pm&lt;br /&gt;-Go Taka Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;-Orchard Station reached at 4&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling like an idiot walking around aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;-Hate wisma atria(can't find an exit)&lt;br /&gt;-Don't even know why i entered but don't want to turn back&lt;br /&gt;-Follow my jedi instincts&lt;br /&gt;-Amazingly found an exit :0  Reached Taka&lt;br /&gt;-Okay....Taka....want to cry ah...so big don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;-lucky got rash and izzah on phone&lt;br /&gt;-I think tourist got more idea where they going then me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30&lt;br /&gt;-Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Told you it was long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109400953018232075?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109400953018232075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109400953018232075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109400953018232075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109400953018232075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/class-outing-for-teachers-day-but.html' title='Class outing for teachers day but teacher not there...-_-&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109327348267734864</id><published>2004-08-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:04:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...wondering....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The promos are coming but i don't feel the least ready or even concerned. Maybe now i am since i'm writing this blog. Wonder if writing out stuff like this helps the mind. I would really like someone to keep pestering me about studying for the promos. The change would be nice. It seems like everyone thinks i'm doing very well. I'm not so sure myself. Maybe i made an impression portraying myself as some freaking good and well-behaved student. But a student's a student. No such thing as student from utopia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This may sound odd but WHY ME? Why am i being seen by the teachers as a good student? It's making me frustrated. I don't know why. This is crazy. And frustrating. Should just concentrate on being motivated i guess. Best defence if i might add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seems to me now that people are actually studying. Should be because of the promos. THEY are doing work. Now i'm the one feeling scared. Used to be them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;The shroud of the perpetual bliss has fallen. Begun the real life has - Jedi Knight Hasyir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109327348267734864?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109327348267734864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109327348267734864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109327348267734864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109327348267734864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonderingwondering.html' title='Wondering...wondering....'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109231816118145310</id><published>2004-08-12T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:42:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooooooooo...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nooooooooooo...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Crap........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;How sick it all is - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109231816118145310?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109231816118145310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109231816118145310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109231816118145310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109231816118145310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/08/nooooooooo.html' title='Nooooooooo...........'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109187380351320382</id><published>2004-08-07T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:18:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OST for Charlescape latest release - Circular Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Highway to the danger zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Revvin' up your engine&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her howlin' roar&lt;br /&gt;Metal under tension&lt;br /&gt;Beggin' you to touch and go&lt;br /&gt;Highway to the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;Ride into the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headin' into twilight&lt;br /&gt;Spreadin' out her wings tonight&lt;br /&gt;She got you jumpin' off the deck&lt;br /&gt;And shovin' into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;Highway to the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you&lt;br /&gt;Right into the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never say hello to you&lt;br /&gt;Until you get it on the red line overload&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what you can do&lt;br /&gt;Until you get it up as high as you can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out along the edges&lt;br /&gt;Always where I burn to be&lt;br /&gt;The further on the edge&lt;br /&gt;The hotter the intensity&lt;br /&gt;Highway to the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you&lt;br /&gt;Right into the Danger Zone&lt;br /&gt;Highway to the Danger Zone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109187380351320382?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109187380351320382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109187380351320382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109187380351320382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109187380351320382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/08/ost-for-charlescape-latest-release.html' title='OST for Charlescape latest release - Circular Motion'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109184821434782360</id><published>2004-08-07T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T11:15:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost a very important file</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its amazing how a guy who doesn't really lose his things can lose a word document file in a floppy disk without losing the disk. Didn't even delete the file on purpose. Don't think i could have even deleted it. Would have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes in life, odd things happen. For good, for bad, it will always happens. Be ready for it. - The Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109184821434782360?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109184821434782360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109184821434782360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109184821434782360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109184821434782360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-lost-very-important-file.html' title='i lost a very important file'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109076650593744771</id><published>2004-07-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:41:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>common tests again and again</title><content type='html'>Almost every damn saturday there is a test. CAs. Its all counted and so far it seems i have failed all that i have taken. What's happening one might ask. How did this guy get such bad grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything in this world is apparent to the naked eye it seems. The branches among the leaves like my father always say. They exist to hold everything in place nicely&amp;nbsp;but how it does so and what it actually looks like is never easy to see. Sometimes, it would be better not to know how it looks like. It would only seek to confuse even more of that confused little mind which is ironically&amp;nbsp;trying so hard to seek that confusing answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope. Never lose it. If your's is lost, don't worry too much. Rekindle that feeble flame of hope with a bit of optimism. It always helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109076650593744771?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109076650593744771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109076650593744771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109076650593744771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109076650593744771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/07/common-tests-again-and-again.html' title='common tests again and again'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-109010622750112090</id><published>2004-07-18T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:35:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>war. why do we need them? </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listen to the music.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Quite meaning full.&amp;nbsp; Ongoing death, destruction. It almost seems to look like the wars of old are better. Everyone just comes together and fights on a field or a castle. the war nowadays takes too long to end. Almost seems to be over only if the media stops reports on the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-109010622750112090?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109010622750112090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=109010622750112090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109010622750112090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/109010622750112090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/07/war-why-do-we-need-them.html' title='war. why do we need them? '/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-108912632179048183</id><published>2004-07-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:05:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>How bout feeling very relieved since oral is over for me? If i don't think about it, i might actually be able to feel relieved. Just that i keep thinking i crapped the oral exam. My conversation topic i didn't know what to say at all. Stayed there stoning for what... maybe 2 or 3 mins trying to think of something to say. That one also i didn't start the conversation. The teacher had to ask me a question before i started talking and that also i answered with a lot of hesitations. What do you expect to say if someone asks you about keeping the environment clean and green for the benefit of man-kind? Really die readi.&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, at least the oral has passed me by. That isn't too bad is it? Just now in class saw Betty after her oral. Kept saying she didn't do well but we didn't believe her since she was in like such a good mood ah. Very rare to see that. Kept insisting that she was a sadist thinking of our fate at the orals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-108912632179048183?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/108912632179048183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=108912632179048183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/108912632179048183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/108912632179048183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207739.post-108876215603410153</id><published>2004-07-02T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:55:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is travel after school good for you?</title><content type='html'>Take it from someone who walks to and from school eveyday. It only takes me 3 mins in the morning and 10 mins after school due to gate opening hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say travelling home from school is not such a bad thing. It might take away precious time but it also allows you to take some time off your studies and JUST STOP THINKING. Allows you to stone for a while and recover after a day at school. Isn't that a good thing? I really need that time off even though the "holidays" just ended. School is just starting to become a bit too hectic for my taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207739-108876215603410153?l=amazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/108876215603410153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7207739&amp;postID=108876215603410153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/108876215603410153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207739/posts/default/108876215603410153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazlife.blogspot.com/2004/07/is-travel-after-school-good-for-you.html' title='Is travel after school good for you?'/><author><name>hasyir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11907478925685804050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
