<?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-30628400</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:15.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I KNow...?</title><subtitle type='html'>I know nothing...I know nothing...I know nothing...I know nothing...I know nothing...Wo se mo dou bu zhi dao...I know nothing...I know nothing...I know nothing...I know nothing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30628400.post-5029160524415581668</id><published>2008-01-22T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:53:45.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mic!!</title><content type='html'>I got a new mic so hopefully i'll be putting up some better quality vids on my songs yeah? Thanks for the support so far guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-5029160524415581668?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/5029160524415581668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=5029160524415581668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5029160524415581668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5029160524415581668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-mic.html' title='New Mic!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-5770604873497748157</id><published>2008-01-07T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:01:03.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol of the Bells....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Gp5Vd44AJQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea who it is at the piano but OMG!!! I have no words to express at this amazing arrangement and rendition of "Carol of the Bells" but it blew me away. From it's piano solo opening to it's blending of different musical genres and not to mention the usual weaving between minor and major....just watch and listen and you'll understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although i have to say there seems to be quite a few bad notes being played....unsure whether they were purposely done so as to immitate the chaotic chimes of bells or did he just play the wrong note due to the excitement and stuff....hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-5770604873497748157?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/5770604873497748157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=5770604873497748157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5770604873497748157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5770604873497748157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2008/01/carol-of-bells.html' title='Carol of the Bells....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-6932120206513479812</id><published>2007-12-30T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:59:03.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah...a tad bit too early i guess... It IS just the eve, not yet New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know i will forget and not log on for awhile so i thought an early entry would be good. Plus i'll be going down to the city later for some fireworks and stuff...and probably not gonna come back till tomorrow afternoon or something. Adrian...YOUR ROOM IS MINE!!! MUAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blabbers aside, i just wanna recap on my year for you guys...wait, it's really more for me i guess. I don't even KNOW who regularly reads my blog (most likely due to my inconsistent blogging efforts + lack of pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has been rather harsh for me. Bad results...REALLY bad results (actually more the other way around) and then a referral letter from uni informing me that i might possibly be kicked out unless i respond appropriately and give reasons pertaining to my horrible examination capabilities and swear to improve and finish off my degree thus being able to stop paying them as well. Which i believe, as a business, is a really dumb idea anyways...kicking full-fee paying students out of uni. So i guess uni isn't all that corporate and profit-seeking as i deem it to be. There's still some ethics in this world that's going down the drain. Unless the whole point of kicking out non-acheiving students would be to improve their credibility and thus the innate ability of the uni to attract students from all over the world to suck out more money from their hard-working families. Hmmm...this train of thought is going nowhere therefore i shall drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's been a good year for my sis. Getting into NUS to do dentistry and thus in time make alot of money as well as being able to give me free dentals!! Hurrah for my over-acheiving sister!! Not so well informed on my other sister though. But i hear she's doing alright so that's good. Now I'M the black sheep. Maybe that has always been the case....i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that today is really H-O-T HOT!!! (that was pretty duh~~) I can't believe how hot it is....OMFG it's hot. Wait, i can. I HAVE been through this last year. Damn. 40 blardy degrees!! 41 to be exact. Then again, i'm not really sure how high IS the weather today so my "exact" cannot be taken for granted. Again, i'm rambling. Just random words being put together by this messed up head of mine - my excuse being the heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Another pointless input. Another shitty job this year. At least it's not the bosses who are giving me the heat. Just one person. He is insignificant in my life (repeat 10x). Ohm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about my year. Let's talk about yours!! How do you do that through the blog...never got to that part. I hope it's been great with yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be another year in a few hours time so i shall not dwell on the past anymore. Look forward, stick my best foot out and take the step into a New Year hoping, praying (not really) and working towards a better life - in ALL aspects. Hint hint! (Don't think too hard. You'll get a headache. If you don't get it...forget about it. If you do, don't confirm with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's head on to a new roller coaster ride together!!! WOOTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-6932120206513479812?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/6932120206513479812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=6932120206513479812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6932120206513479812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6932120206513479812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-7911512557156432698</id><published>2007-12-08T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:34:43.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Star....not bad!</title><content type='html'>OK...this time i will keep this here. It's not great but at least it's not shit. Or at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to postpone the previous song (Summer Skies) for abit till i kinda finish the bridge/refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are.  One of my originals (which i hope sometime in the near future will make me loads of money so i can roll around and bathe in it and buy all kinds of stuff without worrying about my next paycheck while attracting tons of hot babes who will beckon at my every beck and call while constantly massaging my aching body). Smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K21WvK35Xb0"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K21WvK35Xb0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-7911512557156432698?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/7911512557156432698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=7911512557156432698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/7911512557156432698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/7911512557156432698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/12/falling-starnot-bad.html' title='Falling Star....not bad!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-8184731179728707491</id><published>2007-12-07T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:21:10.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took it off...</title><content type='html'>It lasted for less than a day. And i took it off.... Omg.... It was horrible...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand watching myself sing so horribly anymore...nor do i want the whole world to know how bad the vid was. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-8184731179728707491?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/8184731179728707491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=8184731179728707491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/8184731179728707491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/8184731179728707491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-took-it-off.html' title='I took it off...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-4400661136511539213</id><published>2007-12-07T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T03:03:58.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time vid...and it SUCKED!!</title><content type='html'>Yes wani... I took your suggestion and made good use of it. Now it's here for all to see...me screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just try my best and do a good one but i can't be bothered anymore. Not for tonight anyways. Got better things to do...like bum around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a laugh and  try and get the gist of the song. Actually, it's not a completed song yet...so it's good i screwed up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Summer Skies but that's not really important now is it? I'll do a better one soon. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyMs5ZpnLqQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyMs5ZpnLqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-4400661136511539213?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/4400661136511539213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=4400661136511539213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4400661136511539213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4400661136511539213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-time-vidand-it-sucked.html' title='First time vid...and it SUCKED!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-4207698360976264537</id><published>2007-11-14T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:42:24.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some upcoming new stuff...</title><content type='html'>You know how i always talk about my music writing and am currently doing some recording? Well, i have decided to straighten some songs out and do a few passable recordings (although the sound quality may not be great...still using a shitty mic) and post them up here for the listening pleasure of my avid blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course...none are done yet so it's still in the "coming soon" stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon to a blog near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  To a blog near you? How much nearer can the internet be? Like...in front of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-4207698360976264537?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/4207698360976264537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=4207698360976264537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4207698360976264537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4207698360976264537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-upcoming-new-stuff.html' title='Some upcoming new stuff...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-1501416861510549156</id><published>2007-11-08T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:51:27.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a job...</title><content type='html'>Exams are over...and i really need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few availabilities with regards to nearby places and all the jobs are really far off. Or at least they seem so. Wish i had a car then i wouldn't have to pine and whine about having to travel so far just to go to work...THAT is if i get employed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to see how it goes yeah? If anyone can help me out i'll be really grateful...and i'll owe you dinner.  *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-1501416861510549156?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/1501416861510549156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=1501416861510549156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/1501416861510549156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/1501416861510549156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-job.html' title='I need a job...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-4299080650197545876</id><published>2007-10-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:56:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up late again...</title><content type='html'>Bored. Really bored. Really really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tired of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i have done much....though i do my fair share of it (yar right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want a punching bag. Been wanting to get one like since highschool. It's probably influenced from my far off child hood when i use to mock-fight, wrestle and watch kung fu flicks with my cuz bro. I'd pretend i knew all these different forms of kung fu and really get into it by performing (or try to) a series of complex weaving and thrusting motions (my fav has always been the drunken fist). No...not THOSE kind of thrusting motions. Don't get the wrong idea. Plus i was young then. Then again...i still do those kinda things now. Shows how much i've grown up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to working and getting my own place. Once i do, i'm so gonna get me my punching bag. And speed bag gloves too, though i'd rather get those with steel plates built into them instead of cotton/sponge/whatever-it-is-they-pad-them-down-with (yes...i do fantasize about getting into fights. Must be lack of a punching bag and alot of repressed angst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times i feel so stressed (more like frustrated) i just want to punch the living daylights out of something. Hitting a person is against the law as well as unhealthy (they hit back. Or sue. Depends on the person i guess..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to help me get over my i-want-a-punching-bag problem, i've been renting yakuza/gangster/hei se hui (ku wa zhai) DVDs. I don't think it's helping me solve the problem. Quite the opposite actually. Now i feel like i want to join a gang and feel the power of a bunch of loyal hoodlums backing my ass up (not literally) when i'm in trouble. Or when i go looking for trouble. Talk about easily influenced. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always though myself as a pretty street smart kid. Being brought up in the slums of JB and all that (yar right no. 2). But having a hoodlum (he hates to admit it) as a cuz bro does teach you a few things about life...on the streets that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough blogging and ranting. Back to hell for now. It'll be over soon. Be it good or bad...i'll have to face the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-4299080650197545876?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/4299080650197545876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=4299080650197545876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4299080650197545876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4299080650197545876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/10/up-late-again.html' title='Up late again...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-6170663615052988092</id><published>2007-10-31T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:47:07.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A student noticed the branches of a tree swaying in the wind. Suddenly a question appears in his head. He points and asks his master,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Master, are the branches moving on their own or are they being moved by the wind?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without turning to look at what his student was pointing at, the master replies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It is neither the wind or the branches that are moving. It is your mind and heart..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-6170663615052988092?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/6170663615052988092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=6170663615052988092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6170663615052988092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6170663615052988092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-3708115058504240393</id><published>2007-10-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:27:36.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UVERworld - D-Technolife</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XLILc-9G3M&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my new "Top of my list" band. UVERworld seriously rocks my world. Included in them is M-flo, Jinn, Monkey Majik, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The vocalist is amazing. His voice is so full blown and rich you just can't sick of it. Well maybe you can....but right now i'm tripping it. The guitar rifts in this song just makes it. It really gives that "reach into ur brain and send it to high heaven" feel. The stop and go strumming pattern here just adds another dimension to the song. The drums don't really stand out but it adds body to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is an album version of this song but this is the LIVE version, according to them anyways. I love it so much better. They really build it up well. Once it reaches the climax, you just explode....AWESOME. Three thumbs up!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, they're all jap. I really have no idea why....but i guess i really do like jap songs. Or maybe it's the fact that they are more daring and creative than the average run-of-the-mill-radio-top-20 bands and singers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-3708115058504240393?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/3708115058504240393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=3708115058504240393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/3708115058504240393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/3708115058504240393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/10/uverworld-d-technolife.html' title='UVERworld - D-Technolife'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-402481692635814004</id><published>2007-10-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T06:27:50.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i blogging?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....shouldn't really be doing this now. My sis' blog inspired/motivated?/gave me a reason to sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!!!! Again. The most horrifying part of my life has come by again. Ok...to be fair, it's not all that horrifying. But it IS unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it will be over quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like i'm going to the executioner's chamber waiting for them to pull the switch that would either release the blade that will chop my head off or send ten's of thousands of volts of electricity searing through my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i'll be dead................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrghhh........if only there's a pill i could take that would give me motivation...called the M-pill. With one dose of this miraculous drug you would be able to fire up your willpower to put in a hundred and one percent into whatever it is you need to do. Do not take more than medical prescription. May cause overconfidence, extravagant actions, perceived insanity, unacheivable dreams, burning sensation in head(s), slight cock-eyeness, nonsesnse blabbering and possible death by stupid actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-402481692635814004?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/402481692635814004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=402481692635814004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/402481692635814004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/402481692635814004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-am-i-blogging.html' title='Why am i blogging?'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-6017061913431132380</id><published>2007-10-04T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:06:06.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying use of bad grammar...</title><content type='html'>Ah...yes. After a long "vacation" from blogging, I am finally BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least for this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really going to talk about what I have been doing for the past missing month(s) but will just continue on with the post. Oh, yes. I will at least say this much...been recording some of my songs with Gerard Gan aka. Mr. G/G Man! Still very amateurish but oh well...still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For unknown reasons, I've been watching many Singaporean videos on youtube with regards to life in Singapore. Mostly funny stuff but covering local politics, culture, weird antics, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've realised and was quite annoyed with was the occasional bad use of grammar by the characters/speakers/actors in the vids. This mostly dealt with wrongly placed past, present and future tenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I'm not that great with the english langguage myself and do end up speaking (and typing) 'England' here and there (plus a whole lot of spelling mistakes) therefore I can't really complain. Thing that annoyed me wasn't the layman speaking bad english but those who are erm...shall we say..."educated" using spatterings of wrong tenses just kinda killed it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that using english as their main medium in education and more so for those who went overseas to study (as they admitted themselves) would not succumb so easily to the failings of us less regular speakers or those who use "rojak" as a communication tool to speak to our peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it now, i belive i once (i'm going to totally give up pressing the shift key to capitalize my 'I's) commented on this. Not trying to pick a fight or be contemptuous or anything for that matter but just felt i wanted to write this down somewhere. Why not let the world know what a judgemental person i am....wakkakakak!!! No offense and peace be with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go, just wanna say that it's 4 am in the morning and for unknown reasons, even to myself, i am still awake. Please forgive if this is weird/offending/pointless/makes-me-seem-like-a-contemptuous-bastard/"you knnccb think you damn power now wan point finger at us singaporean larr harrr!!!"/"go and die larr u fucker"/"screw you asshole...think your england better than us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-6017061913431132380?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/6017061913431132380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=6017061913431132380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6017061913431132380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6017061913431132380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/10/annoying-use-of-bad-grammar.html' title='Annoying use of bad grammar...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-2014825894148934001</id><published>2007-06-14T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:31:58.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>And if all goes well......there would be something to celebrate. Truthfully, i'm not all that confident right now. But i guess it should be alright. Nan to ka naru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...THIS IS COOL!!! and freaky at the same time. Put on ear phones and listen to this. Crank up the vol abit for better effect. No, this is not some prank or some screamer (the stupid gags that go BOO!). Trust me...you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUDTlvagjJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUDTlvagjJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-2014825894148934001?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/2014825894148934001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=2014825894148934001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/2014825894148934001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/2014825894148934001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are OVER!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-2790755766785311034</id><published>2007-06-08T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:18:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is for you Ren if you were looking for the chords to the song but couldn't find it or figure it out. It's a really good song though not too clear these "Chinese Song Chords Progression" (i deem it so because they are being abused by the chinese pop songs that are airing everywhere - C G Am Em F C F G) are used in so many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samson - Kenangan Terindah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capo 3rd fret for original key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                                             C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;    G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Selama itu pun&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;      C                       G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aku mampu untuk mengenangmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                                    Am&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Darimu... Kutemukan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                                    Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bagiku... Kau lah cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;  C            D           G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  C                     G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am                      Em&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                        C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                             G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;C                         G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am                     Em&lt;/strong&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                            C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F                             G                 C &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-2790755766785311034?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/2790755766785311034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=2790755766785311034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/2790755766785311034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/2790755766785311034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-this-is-for-you-ren-if-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-4531091858432556829</id><published>2007-06-08T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:35:57.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint my love....please!!~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnZnORRz3ok" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some reminiscing.... Ah~~what a wonderful song. Also the only song my Cuz Bro (Ah Chong) knows...wakakkaka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-4531091858432556829?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/4531091858432556829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=4531091858432556829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4531091858432556829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4531091858432556829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/paint-my-loveplease.html' title='Paint my love....please!!~~'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-66492843397310645</id><published>2007-06-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:03:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A must watch for all music enthusiasts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FffdJSPZkqs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is seriously awesome. Never seen anything like it before... It's like a DJ/Mixer doing a mix from scratch and doing it live at the same time... I was like blown away by the awesome-ness of this guy's talent. Don't really like his other works though cause they're not of the same thingy. Just random songs he wrote i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-66492843397310645?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/66492843397310645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=66492843397310645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/66492843397310645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/66492843397310645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/must-watch-for-all-music-enthusiasts.html' title='A must watch for all music enthusiasts...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-5547107119323487694</id><published>2007-06-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:35:49.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a boat...</title><content type='html'>Been youtube-ing and finally looked up life is like a boat by Rie Fu. What can i say. I LOVE HER!!! She's damn good larr... This is the type of music i wanna make. It'll take awhile though...sienz. Anyways, just wanna share so i'll put her vid up here for all to know and see. Love the lyrics too....though some parts i feel abit dodgy larrr. Anyways, here you go. Life is like a boat by Rie Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s You can get the chords for this song from &lt;a href="http://http://l321.wordpress.com/2007/04/10/life-is-like-a-boat/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; though i myself play a different set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HULGioZ4Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-5547107119323487694?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/5547107119323487694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=5547107119323487694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5547107119323487694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5547107119323487694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-like-boat.html' title='Life is like a boat...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-4441522953199988716</id><published>2007-06-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T05:47:47.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali....G?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdmWh1n8nXU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was watching ali g again and when i heard the song "Freak Me" i went to youtube it. Omg...how's this for a funny but funky song. The rhythmn is good, melody is good....but the lyrics..so dodgy man. This is version by Another Level and not Silk who are the original singers. I just had to post this up. So damn farnee. Pay attention to the vid. You'll realise the vid has almost nothing to do with the song (prob cause they can't show that kinda stuff) and there's dogs in the song. Two rottweilers. What's the point?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...i think the vid in Ali G when the secretrary starts doing her "special" dance to the song Freak Me is DAAAAAMMMMNNNNNN hot there. So there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-4441522953199988716?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/4441522953199988716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=4441522953199988716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4441522953199988716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/4441522953199988716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/06/alig.html' title='Ali....G?'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-3345644571605234377</id><published>2007-05-31T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:07:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWoMWx7mFHQ/Rl-bGLNd6-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6uYniEOQ8TA/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070942235833265122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWoMWx7mFHQ/Rl-bGLNd6-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6uYniEOQ8TA/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i'd share this. Seemed interesting to me PLUS  it's motivational. Well, good luck to all those who are gonna be taking exams soon!! Hope this kinda helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-3345644571605234377?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/3345644571605234377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=3345644571605234377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/3345644571605234377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/3345644571605234377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-interesting.html' title='Something interesting'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWoMWx7mFHQ/Rl-bGLNd6-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6uYniEOQ8TA/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30628400.post-1573491477234074818</id><published>2007-05-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:28:22.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Read all about it!...</title><content type='html'>I have just pierced my ears. I think i look rather cool in these new studs...though i'm gonna get like proper silver rings once they can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the left ear...in case you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. No pics yet...dunno if there will ever be. If there is...it's gonna be on my msn than my blog. Just takes forever for pics to upload so yeah, can't be too bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-1573491477234074818?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/1573491477234074818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=1573491477234074818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/1573491477234074818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/1573491477234074818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra! Extra! Read all about it!...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-5797297711730057529</id><published>2007-05-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:51:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS!!</title><content type='html'>Ah...finally something to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SISTER GOT INTO NUS FOR DENTISTRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats mei!! I knew you could do it!! You are Mr. Tan Chiang Wey's sister after all.... =P Hooray!! Hooray for free dentals for years to come....oopss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...i'll remember to get you something. And in case you decline...i insist. I'm your brother and i'll do at least that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go clubbing to celebrate after i get back yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray again!! Too many more good years to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-5797297711730057529?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/5797297711730057529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=5797297711730057529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5797297711730057529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/5797297711730057529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/05/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-6780060994028227874</id><published>2007-05-20T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:56:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...i'm dead..</title><content type='html'>Sorry!! Haven't been posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i'm dead...and not at the same time. Can't find anything interesting in posting nowadays. Besides reading my sissy's blog, haven't done much other blogging. I'll try to update once exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my readers...i'll be back soon k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-6780060994028227874?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/6780060994028227874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=6780060994028227874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6780060994028227874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/6780060994028227874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesim-dead.html' title='Yes...i&apos;m dead..'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117579762252189091</id><published>2007-04-05T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:27:02.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma po de hua yu....YO~~~!!</title><content type='html'>Wanna noe how JB ppl speak? Always wondering how it looks like and how we differ from Singaporeans or KL or Penang ppl? Here you go!! It's not JB since its about Muar but this is basically it. Love this man~~... Damn..missing home... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7y_p3vCBeZ4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life...this is my accent...this is our local "staiul" (style). Cibai, this is the way we roll....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117579762252189091?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117579762252189091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117579762252189091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117579762252189091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117579762252189091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/04/ma-po-de-hua-yuyo.html' title='Ma po de hua yu....YO~~~!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117549187228069718</id><published>2007-04-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:31:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on.....COME ON!!!</title><content type='html'>"Chiang Wey...wake up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it...you can do it...you can do it...believe in yourself...you can do it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Performs extremely impressive gestures and motions that call forth the heavens to infuse himself with extraordinary powers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A beam of light strikes his upright body. Steam rolls off him in waves, giving the impression that exponential amounts of energy is being released by him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ready........"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117549187228069718?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117549187228069718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117549187228069718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117549187228069718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117549187228069718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-oncome-on.html' title='Come on.....COME ON!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117543399307137151</id><published>2007-04-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:26:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is DOPE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jul-z2wiDE4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok... I guess everyone can see that i'm not putting links up again. Too much hassle. It's not that i don't love you...just that i'm really lazy and i don't see the point of it at all. I'm not in the position to advertise for others so here i go. No more links. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes...enjoy this DOPE bit of music. If you don't support m-flo.....YOU GUYS SUCK!!...nanta ne...jyodan desuyo! Jus kidding!! Wakakkaka....enjoy!! Hope you like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: m-flo + Monkey Majik (they're two canadian bros and two jap guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the time that you were standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;She's that picture perfect kind&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i was so blind&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;You know i stepped across that line&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry and that's my crime&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could just rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the evening, and you've been complaining&lt;br /&gt;About our situation and all my deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything is going slow&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to feel better&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that it's going to be great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's going to be good&lt;br /&gt;Oh! but i would be lying to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days, i'm changing&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new faces&lt;br /&gt;Now how am i supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you seem to be changing&lt;br /&gt;Looking back don't look back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time that you were standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;She's that picture perfect kind&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i was so blind&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;You know i stepped across that line&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry and that's my crime&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could just rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rap)&lt;br /&gt;Inakute mo ii i wanted to be free&lt;br /&gt;Inaku natte mo ii i wanted her to leave&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to see ... when the world tunnel-visioned me&lt;br /&gt;Motometeta ai no katachi&lt;br /&gt;They say believe in what you can't see&lt;br /&gt;Demo mawari no candy ga sweet de hard to think&lt;br /&gt;Atama de wa comprehend shite mo koudou ni utsuse n&lt;br /&gt;My eyes on the rikutsu, the truth's here listen&lt;br /&gt;Chase shite mo chase shite mo things keep fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Henna yumemite ta i must have been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Tooku samayou maeni chikaku wo seek it&lt;br /&gt;Yoku mite mireba kokoro ni wa beacon&lt;br /&gt;Of light sashite, sagashite ta thing's here&lt;br /&gt;Omotta yori near, close to your hemisphere&lt;br /&gt;Imade wa clear 20/20 cuz i'mma share&lt;br /&gt;Subete and i don't care if they think i'm weird&lt;br /&gt;There there nobody thinks you're weird&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, i've been through it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same thing happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Kinishi nai "wounds heal with time"&lt;br /&gt;But in the meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;I'll show what i mean&lt;br /&gt;Let's think of it another way&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do and say defines who we are&lt;br /&gt;As we live out each day&lt;br /&gt;What we did was wrong at the time&lt;br /&gt;But it helps us go back and rewind&lt;br /&gt;It's a mistake but it ain't no crime&lt;br /&gt;Kasanariau no sa tsumari sore ga ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time that you were standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;She's that picture perfect kind&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i was so blind&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;You know i stepped across that line&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry and that's my crime&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could just rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that it would all turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i realise&lt;br /&gt;And i can learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days, i'm changing&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new faces&lt;br /&gt;Now how am i supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you seem to be changing&lt;br /&gt;Looking back don't look back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time that you were standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;She's that picture perfect kind&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i was so blind&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;You know i stepped across that line&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry and that's my crime&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could just rewind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117543399307137151?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117543399307137151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117543399307137151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117543399307137151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117543399307137151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-dope.html' title='This is DOPE!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117436849411436414</id><published>2007-03-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:28:14.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blog...</title><content type='html'>Here i am. Again. I was gonna put something up but can't be bothered. And as all can see, i've changed my layout....again. Looks cooler now, i think. But yeah, the links were all deleted as well as my chatbox. Can't be bothered putting them back on just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life everybody? Life for me, currently at this point in time, now, today, just after uni, sucks. Been monotonous for awhile. Some bday parties here, outings there, movie nights and a bunch of other stuff which i can't for the life of me remember has happened. Yes, i am a person who either has a really bad memory or just can't quite bother with remembering such events. Got me into some weird situations quite a number of times. And it's a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents got really worried about me when i didn't call back for a time. Been working on some business proposal which i think can't really work out due to lack of financial backing and disapproval by dad. Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna try and be interesting or funny today. If you laugh, good for you. If you don't....i don't care. Not gonna be very nice today. Don't feel like being nice at all for awhile. Today sucks. Something just slapped me in the face and i'm still getting over it. Oh...and i think my housemate doesn't like me. Correct me if i'm wrong (which i know i'm not), i can be quite a shitty friend and housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at this point in time, i hate the world and everything in it. It's probably like a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; for now. It'll pass soon enough. A good movie and a night's sleep should get me back on track...though not the being nice part. Just feel like it's a waste of time for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i'm becoming less and less of who i used to be. One of my few good points was that i am nice. Becoming less and less so. Not sure why. Maybe it's just me or that my couldn't care less attitude is starting to catch up with me. Maybe it's cause i'm getting older and less deluded. The beast is starting to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudoku! I couldn't be bothered with it initially but now am looking into it. Still suck at it but hey! I'm getting better! I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, i'll stop here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117436849411436414?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117436849411436414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117436849411436414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117436849411436414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117436849411436414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to blog...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117142773717134780</id><published>2007-02-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:35:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man he's good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lnio-pqLPgg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can i say....undiscovered asian talent....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117142773717134780?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117142773717134780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117142773717134780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117142773717134780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117142773717134780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-hes-good.html' title='Man he&apos;s good....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117102456252963768</id><published>2007-02-09T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T04:39:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr...</title><content type='html'>I just have to comment on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading some blogs of some friends and distant friends and i realise that alot of the english used is less than...erm...satisfactory. To me anyways. I'm sorry...but i'm picky that way. Ahahhaaz....no offense though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying my english is 'da bomb' but at least when i blog (aside from the "occasional" spelling error) it's free from mistakes be it grammar wise or spelling (ahem, ahem). I try to keep it that way so at least ppl won't cringe when they do read my thoughts. Irregardless of how 'un-proffesional' it's deemed to be, it's still a published article of sorts....so watch the langguage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no offense intended. And not trying to step into other people's business...just some of my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw...for those who had EVER been looking for the lyrics to the Wong Fei Hung theme song...here you go!! Thank me when you see me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cantonese.sheik.co.uk/songs/wongfeihung.htm"&gt;http://www.cantonese.sheik.co.uk/songs/wongfeihung.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117102456252963768?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117102456252963768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117102456252963768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117102456252963768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117102456252963768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/02/errr.html' title='Errr...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117066729215544843</id><published>2007-02-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:21:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose among the thorns...</title><content type='html'>Something for everyone to read and have a think about...including me. Let this be my tribute to Rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk non-stop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fo rget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don' t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117066729215544843?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117066729215544843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117066729215544843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117066729215544843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117066729215544843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/02/rose-among-thorns.html' title='The Rose among the thorns...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117055524741908489</id><published>2007-02-03T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:54:22.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlmuPCpuESI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlmuPCpuESI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : JJ Lin/Li Jun Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That we are still we&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing&lt;br /&gt;Said you were lucky&lt;br /&gt;That you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a rainy day, that we met you didn't have a place to go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;As we just met so let's go slow, but no you just told me to keep you from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can take it&lt;br /&gt;Why did you fake it?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just down&lt;br /&gt;You left me with a note without a sound&lt;br /&gt;I figured I must stop being such a child&lt;br /&gt;You never know how much I've been around&lt;br /&gt;How my heart just rounds of your down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your clown&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you round and round and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind I can be your standing crowd&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means I drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we just met, so let's go slow, but no you just told me to keep you from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Why did you fake it?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just down&lt;br /&gt;You left me with a note without a sound&lt;br /&gt;I figured I must stop being such a child&lt;br /&gt;You never know how much I been around&lt;br /&gt;How my heart just rounds of your down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your clown&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind I can be your standing crowd&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means I drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that will be my one last vow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117055524741908489?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117055524741908489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117055524741908489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117055524741908489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117055524741908489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice.html' title='Nice...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-117046289827215973</id><published>2007-02-02T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:34:58.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Pau...for now</title><content type='html'>Finally graduated and going home. Wakakaka. Should have finished at the same time with you but wat the hell...still got one more to go. Oh well, I'll let u have the head start and i'll catch up later. Melbourne will miss you man...but i'll see you soon (hopefully attached...wakakka). Safe journey and all the best! You can do it....i know u can =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-117046289827215973?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/117046289827215973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=117046289827215973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117046289827215973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/117046289827215973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye-paufor-now_02.html' title='Bye Pau...for now'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116722916516188644</id><published>2006-12-27T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:19:25.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new stuff...</title><content type='html'>Ok...some pretty "depressing" writings and poems inspired by the blues and a blardy boring job. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Feelings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and thoughts about you...&lt;br /&gt;Constantly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sprouted from where? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Just that a storm of emotion fill my heart everytime i think about you (or look at you...)&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sudden yet i can't help but feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;In this love hate torment of mine~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loveless Rhapsody&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds a moment passing by&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if the sky would ever cry?&lt;br /&gt;Singing the feelings of my heart&lt;br /&gt;For my eyes can never part&lt;br /&gt;From your face, without lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of journey from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Help me forget this lonely rhyme&lt;br /&gt;But yet again they reappear&lt;br /&gt;Like the trail of a glistening tear&lt;br /&gt;For that which cannot be mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the Other Times...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Other times you forget&lt;br /&gt;You wait silently for the other times&lt;br /&gt;For the Other Times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we know what we want?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we just feel that way...&lt;br /&gt;Should I be waiting for the other times&lt;br /&gt;Or just go away...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time slips by slowly&lt;br /&gt;In a neverending loop&lt;br /&gt;Only to remind and remember&lt;br /&gt;The sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks and paths lead nowhere but here&lt;br /&gt;To this senseless world of light and dark&lt;br /&gt;Where neither can exist without the other...&lt;br /&gt;So I wait...for the Other Times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116722916516188644?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116722916516188644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116722916516188644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116722916516188644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116722916516188644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-new-stuff.html' title='Some new stuff...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116718514203628640</id><published>2006-12-26T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:05:42.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and worrying others...</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys...didn't intend to cause any worries. And yeah, i'll be fine. You know me...i'll always be fine. Till i snap anyways...joking!! joking!! Thanks for listening and caring and yeah...that's REALLY nice and i REALLY appreciate it. *Hugz all around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should stop like putting up how i feel on this blog. I never thought this many people read it but i've been wrong and therefore will start weening my sap stories from this place. Maybe i'll get a diary or something...hmmm. Becoming all girlie all of a sudden. (And now all the feminists out there wanna kill me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work today. Did quite a bit of shopping yesterday. My god!! The prices were like dirt cheap!!! I bought a JAG jacket for 20!!! Omg.... And i got this cool shirt from Espirit (shirt mind you...not t-shirt) for 20 too!!! Even helped vek do like a mini image change. Got him to fashion parade for me...wakakakkaka!!! Hopefully it helped yeah vek!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go check on my laundary. The dryer going crazy...doesn't seem to like dry the clothes properly...dunno why. Should check it one day. Sienz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116718514203628640?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116718514203628640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116718514203628640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116718514203628640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116718514203628640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-myself-and-worrying-others.html' title='Me, myself and worrying others...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116705255037306417</id><published>2006-12-25T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:16:13.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult difficult...</title><content type='html'>Things are so complicated for me right now... Don't really know how to go about things now... All i do is play turtle but i don't think the way i feel is real. It's both confusing and complicated. Sometimes i wish i was more like a insensitive bastard...then i wouldn't feel like this everytime. Someone kick me in the ass to wake me up from this uncalled delusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day tomorrow...hooray~~... At least there's somethings to look forward to. Like spending money...if only i had any. Probably gonna credit my dad or something. Maybe i'll just try and withdraw some cash from the HSBC account...if there's money in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116705255037306417?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116705255037306417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116705255037306417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116705255037306417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116705255037306417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/difficult-difficult.html' title='Difficult difficult...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116688739082907511</id><published>2006-12-23T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:23:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a piece of tissue...</title><content type='html'>Yes. A tissue. The kleenex types where you wipe your snot on and throw away the moment an opportunity comes by. I don't know if it's because i'm over sensitive or do i give people the impression that i am the type that doesn't mind being used. I know i'm blur and easy to bully...but seriously, i have feelings too. I'm not some punching bag that lets you hit again and again and again you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across too many people who like to do that with me. I'm never the nice guy where everyone likes to hang out with and doesn't want to piss off. I'm always the go to guy when you need a favor but it doesn't really matter what how he feels at the end of the day. Maybe it's something everyone goes through and i haven't really asked people about therefore i am "overly feeling it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, people aren't nice to me often. I'm not saying that they're nasty but you know... Like most people are usually friendly, compassionate, understanding, thoughtful, bortherly (sisterly too...come to think of it) but very seldom nice. You might argue like being thoughtful is being nice but there's a distinct difference. It's often "what about Chiang Wey?"..kinda like an afterthought, like it's convenient or lack thereof choice therefore include him too rather than me being one of the main characters sorta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am overly thinking it. What with being at work for about 8 hours and a total amount of travelling time of more than 2 hours, your thoughts tend to wander and thus create weird thought patterns...usually over analysing tiny things that shouldn't matter. Then again...maybe i'm not. Yeah sure, i'll be your joker and people who know me well know i would stick a head, limb, organs out to help (figuratively speaking of course...but i guess it really depends on the situation yeah?) but you know, just think of my feelings sometimes yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116688739082907511?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116688739082907511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116688739082907511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116688739082907511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116688739082907511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-like-piece-of-tissue.html' title='I feel like a piece of tissue...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116683087339052613</id><published>2006-12-22T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:41:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't get drunk....</title><content type='html'>My attempt in getting myself drunk failed miserably... God knows how many shots (a variety of tequila, vodka, whisky) and a ciggie and still i'm sober as hell. Yeah, i threw up like crazy later but you know...i didn't get like "I'm not drunk!! I'm not drunk!!" drunk. And this is all last night...so the fact that i'm actually blogging this at 10.30 in the morn when i went to sleep at 4 last night is testament enough that it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling heavy headed and depressed rather than high and drunk i went upstairs and put on snow patrol's run and dumped myself on my bed - i think. Funnily, i don't remember that part of the night. Maybe cause the room is all dark and everything. I WAS sitting on the chair but when i woke up i was on my bed. I think i did jump on the bed after a bit... Well, knocked out for a couple of hours and woke up at 4...just to puke. Showered and cleaned up myself then went back to bed. Next thing was i woke up at BLARDY 8 AM!!! uurrghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the bit where you drown your sorrows in alcohol is an old wives tale. It doesn't make you forget, it just eccentuates whatever emotion you are having then. So if you feel sad and depressed...alcohol just makes u feel like shit. If you are happy and joyous...it'll make you high and give you courage but you feel like shit in the end anyways... So the conclusion here kids is that alcohol makes you feel like shit. Wondering how shit feels like everytime it passes through your anus? Drink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, life sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116683087339052613?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116683087339052613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116683087339052613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116683087339052613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116683087339052613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-couldnt-get-drunk.html' title='I couldn&apos;t get drunk....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116645068304095670</id><published>2006-12-18T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:04:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been working...that's why..</title><content type='html'>No updates for a loooong time...cause i have a job!! Been working at this convenience store called IGA for the past week and before that was doing a casual position at this wine bottling factory owned by Olsen Wines. Man...manual labour is tiring...REALLY tiring. In fact, just working is tiring. Hate the part where ur time is not ur own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess that's life ain't it? None of our time is ever completely our own...unless ur like a selfish bastard and couldn't care less about anyone else. If it's not work, it's family and if it's not family, it's friends, church, obligations, bills, taxes, etc... DAMN!! When will we ever be free? Go join the hippy colony...wakakkaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic...aside from my mundane working complaints (which i have alot and will come to it in time) what the hell goes on in a girl's mind...?? How is it that they phrase their thoughts. Are they seriously able to detached any emotional aspects to the way they think or ask questions? Or am i just reading too much into things? I guess u could say it's the latter...but you know...you never know... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More girl problem? Maybe... Something that's making me lose sleep? Sort of... Do i need help? I guess so...just not the type of help all u ppl think i need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new problem is more like a love-hate thing i have going on with this other girl... &lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cliché... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh well...that's the way the cookie crumbles...everytime. Except this time really is a pain in the ass. I think it's just that i'm lonely...since a damn long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worse still is a friend of mine who's going a through a bad delimma (is that how u spell it?) about whether to finish off his PR application and stay on or go back to malaysia and try and go after this girl he met here in aussie. My advice was for him to not let his emotions rule his thinking or he would definitely regret it later on. But who am i kidding? If it was me...i'd probably do the same. I guess that's where friends (not family... they'd probably piss u off and make u want to do the dumb thing even more) come in. U get support from people who are obviously not tied to you in any other way except through sheer care and concern bonded through the ritual called "friendship" to try and see the light of things. And when it screws up...u can just blame them and move on. Sad....but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...i think i'm starting to hate my blog. It just makes me spout all this kind of nonsense so everyone else knows how much of a wuss i am. AAARRRGGGHHH!!! But why do i do it then? Maybe i secretly want everyone to take pity on me. Or maybe it's true i am an anttention seeking bastard who wants everyone to know every little bit of embarrassing detail about me and my life and therefore discuss about it just like they do hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...it's easier to type now, with the long finger nails gone. Just cut them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...Working is a pain in da butt. Been posted to the liquor section in IGA and therefore i man the cashier, floor and fridge. Apparently i'm supposed to know everything...been trained for everything. Probably saw the potential in me (hehehehehhe) to become a good convenience store employee (hehehhe..what??!!)  I could almost die in that damn fridge...shites!! Anyone of those slabs of beer/mixes/lager/etc.. fall on my head and it's "goodbye malaysia's thorn among the rose..may you ever...". Ah, can't be bothered talking about it. Ask me if u wanna noe more. Won't be blogging it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i guess this is another post in my screwed up blog. Hope you have fun knowing a little more about me today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116645068304095670?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116645068304095670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116645068304095670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116645068304095670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116645068304095670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/12/been-workingthats-why.html' title='Been working...that&apos;s why..'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116426939882243460</id><published>2006-11-22T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:09:58.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahahha....so fun~~~</title><content type='html'>Have u ever not cared at what people think or say and just do whatever u wanted? Even for a span of 15 minutes? It's really liberating...it truly is!! Although this probably isn't the first time i did it and i believe everybody who was a child once did go through that phase, i still think that everyone should try it out once in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was coming home from the city last night (after having dinner with friends at a korean bbg restaurant - which was not as good as the one in clayton and MUCH more expensive), i plugged my mp3 earphones in my ears and blasted m-flo as i walked back home from Clayton station. There was a reason &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; i choose to get off at Clayton rather than take the bus at Huntingdale. I decided i owed it to myself to take nice breezy walk. Well, as you know, music is like amphetamine to me...especially music with nice beats and cool rhytmns. So the moment i got off the train i started to jog down street to like somehow get away from the people. Once i thought i was alone...i broke into a dance!! Well, sort off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running and hopping to the beat, doing some weird feet kicking and twirling moves, i jiggied all the way back to Panorama!! Ahahahaz...so much fun!! There were the few pedestrians about and of course they saw me...but i didn't care. It didn't matter. I felt so good~~ It was like being a kid again, like being able to dream and feel like you can do anything. It wasn't only about not caring what people think about you...but also what you think about urself. For those 15 mins, i was liberated from the chains of societal normalcy and could indulge myself in the pure innocent moments of exhiliration of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, laughing and giggling like a little girl as i made my way back home. As i was nearing my porch, i did a final jiggle and went in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116426939882243460?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116426939882243460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116426939882243460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116426939882243460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116426939882243460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahahahhaso-fun.html' title='Ahahahha....so fun~~~'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116392510242915397</id><published>2006-11-19T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:31:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's It Gonna Be..</title><content type='html'>Yay!! I finished it at last. New song. I think it's nice but yeah..gotta try it out first and let people know....sorta. I'll try and post it up or something...ahahahz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How's It Gonna Be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By :&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping from train to train&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;No clue inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden voices everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They say go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find your way someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've been searching&lt;br /&gt;And running&lt;br /&gt;And looking around...&lt;br /&gt;And i've been beaten&lt;br /&gt;And kicked in&lt;br /&gt;And thrown to the ground&lt;br /&gt;But still i am lost in limbo&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me..&lt;br /&gt;How's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Should i walk down the road with my head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Or ask for directions without knowing why...&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;How's it gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from face to face&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering if they'd know&lt;br /&gt;How to get to where i need to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll just raise my toast&lt;br /&gt;To living life on the road&lt;br /&gt;Taking my time, finding my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And junctions&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the green man&lt;br /&gt;Obeying the 'stop' 'go'&lt;br /&gt;And 'yes' 'no'&lt;br /&gt;Cries of trapped mentality&lt;br /&gt;Just looking through the window&lt;br /&gt;Of society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;How's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Should i raise my hand and tell them what i think?&lt;br /&gt;Or sit on my ass as i watch them sink&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;How's it gonna be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116392510242915397?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116392510242915397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116392510242915397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116392510242915397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116392510242915397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/hows-it-gonna-be.html' title='How&apos;s It Gonna Be..'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116391095700786837</id><published>2006-11-18T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:35:57.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations and celebrations...lalala lala lala la (I dunno the rest of the words =P). Congratulations to Victor who just got married yesterday!! Ahahaz...Good on you man. He's my dad's friend's son...we used to like play together with his bro when they were still in JB. They migrated here like ages ago so i haven't seen them like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with them was great!! Chatting up and catching up...aihz.. Imagine..we were kids when i last saw them and now one has gotted married and the other is like in London working with some accounting firm...i think. AHahaz...So much for catching up. But is was great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic day with helping carrying all the stuff. I even suffered like abit of skin when i was helping them blow and tie the balloons up. But all the hardwork payed off cause the wedding dinner was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!! And so was the bride. It was a church wedding so i had the chance to experience what it was like with the stuff u normally see on tv. It wasn't as draggy as i thought it might be....in fact it was pretty organized and everything went smoothly...well almost. You know how chinese weddings are like...well all weddings for that matter. No matter how much preparation u make there's always something uncompleted or some relative not turning up yet or a mishap here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day and everyone partied like crazy at the end. So all's good...hehehhehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116391095700786837?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116391095700786837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116391095700786837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116391095700786837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116391095700786837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116350986170540791</id><published>2006-11-14T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:11:02.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....What to do...what to do...</title><content type='html'>I am bored....!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do!! I need a job!!! It's ALWAYS like this. The after exam BOREDOM has set in &lt;em&gt;AGAIN!!&lt;/em&gt; I don't get it...maybe it's because i did all the things i should be doing for the hols during the exam week....ahahahaz...my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be cooking tomorrow....contributing my dish of fish to the "feast" our Panorama house is throwing tomorrow...mmmmmmm!!! Should be cooking again anyways. Do some experimentation and see how it goes!! Ahahahaz.. Sorry Vek and Audrey, gonna be guinea pigs for abit yeah (abit meaning a year...&gt;.&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to blog...what to blog. Oh yeah!! Dad got me my mp3 player!! Yay!! I think it's a Creative Zen V plus but i'm not sure. That's what i asked for anways. My sis got an mp3 player too...but i don't know what for. She's still in secondary one. So she can't possibly be bringing one to school plus her history with electrical goods isn't that great. Her first handphone was pickpocketed by someone...and worst she didn't know where. And this mp3 player was sent in for repair within the first week of usage. Haihz~~~...this is depressing. My own sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should get back to my novel since i have the time now. And i can now concentrate on working on my business plan...sorta....working out the finer details and stuff. Song writing and guitar practicing...OH OH!! Final fantasy 12!!! Will someone like buy for me and send it over to me?? Please???!!!! Maybe i'll get adrian to do it since he's going back and has got nothing to do during the hols anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here larr...don't really know what to blog anyways. Oh, a final thing. Went to Samsara (yes, in sanskrit it means suffering but this is a mediteranean (lebanese, and did i get that right?) restaurant so it probably doesn't mean the same thing) to have dinner with the gang. Danny fished out his AUD 120 voucher for the place and gave us a subsidised treat!! Yay!! Both food and company was good so...all's good!! Had the fish of the day by the way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116350986170540791?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116350986170540791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116350986170540791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116350986170540791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116350986170540791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmmwhat-to-dowhat-to-do.html' title='Hmmm....What to do...what to do...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116304521055025297</id><published>2006-11-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:06:50.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>Love this clip...friend intro to me...ahahahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...exam over!!! Yay!!! Now...to get a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWmLAui6OOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWmLAui6OOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116304521055025297?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116304521055025297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116304521055025297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116304521055025297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116304521055025297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun.html' title='Fun!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116260553669693477</id><published>2006-11-03T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:58:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Hurts...</title><content type='html'>I don't knoe if it's because of the redbulling or because of my "studyphobia".... that's why, i guess, i'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...checked out the infamous xiaxue blog for the first time in quite awhile. Not one of those people who is interested in the lives of people i don't know...and don't care. But as i was browsing through...i just couldn't help but wonder at how do these people make a living out of BLOGGING??!!! WTF??? People actually sponsor her to blog. *smacks head and long piak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i always like to paint a pretty picture of the world where through all the dark murky waters of despair and despondency that the human race is still one that holds true value in living their lives and share a common goodness and understanding. BUT, i guess i should burst my own bubble of self-created, blissful ignorance and face the truth of the WORLD! People aren't all they are cut out to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why would u go read up on another person's life and escapades....especially one who BLOGS for a living - a self-declared full-time blogger?? If so...wouldn't the blog entries be..."I am blogging right now.....still blogging....i think i'll go eat, take a bath and blog some more...". I guess it's the same reason why we want to know about gossip. For the lack of topics to discuss.... Makes conversations fun to indulge in and avoids the awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've never been one to indulge in gossip. Probably due to the goldfish memmory on mine. To me, people who like gossip always have good memmories...coz if not, they'll forget what they just herd/read and not be able to join in the discussions. Maybe i should gossip more...then i'll do well in my exams... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a hottest blogger?? Why is there a hottest blogger?? Shouldn't the hottest blogger be like a model or something?? Like if (to me that is) Jessica Alba had a blog...shouldn't she be the hottest blogger? That makes more sense right? At least more than naming xiaxue (sia sueh more like it) or the new "Dawn" as the hottest blogger.... Well, credits to xiaxue for pointing out the fact that there's no such thing as a hottest blogger.... Even she thinks it's a dumb idea....(sorry for stereotyping you as a "dumb blonde").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's youtube....VIDEO BLOGS!!! WTF!!! Self made celebrities.... Why the fudge do we need to indulge ourselves with other people's lives??? Aren't our own enough to occupy our tiny little minds???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....just one my pet peeves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116260553669693477?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116260553669693477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116260553669693477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116260553669693477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116260553669693477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/head-hurts.html' title='Head Hurts...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116255697986674968</id><published>2006-11-03T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:29:39.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Raised Me Up....Dedicated to my beloved parents</title><content type='html'>Wanted to do this for awhile now....been slipping my mind. Just to remind everyone of a great song...and one you might want to keep in mind for special occasions...weddings, father's day, mother's day, parent's birthday, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Raised Me Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEonut-sg8A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up… To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up… To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life – no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up… To more than I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116255697986674968?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116255697986674968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116255697986674968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116255697986674968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116255697986674968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-raised-me-updedicated-to-my.html' title='You Raised Me Up....Dedicated to my beloved parents'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116251192879826684</id><published>2006-11-02T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:58:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more to go......but feelin' lazy....</title><content type='html'>Last 2 papers weren't too bad. I know i'll pass them...just wondering if i'll score. Do so want my 'mum mum'...wakakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2 papers left, i'm suddenly back into the 'it's hols!!' mode...aaarrrggggghhhhh. Need to get my act together again. If it means 3 cans of redbull...so be it! I cannot afford to fail again. Omg... Hopefully my brains h0lds up for all the cramming i gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...looking forward to Kareen's makan thing. Also looking forward to seeing my dad who's coming down on the 18th. Both of them means good food.....wakakakka!!! Yes...i'm a glutton. For those of you who know me long enough...this should not pose as a surprise. Of course..i wanna see my dad too.... Ahahaz.. Sounds so much like an afterthought (but NO it's not an afterthought...just that blogging about my wants are much more fun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa was asking me about what i want him to bring over...i kinda know what i want him to bring over for me...but wonder if i should ask him...hmmm. I do so want an Mp3 player...wonder if it's cheaper back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to get FF12 for me too...but it's my dad...and i don't think he'll appreciate me asking him that... -____-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116251192879826684?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116251192879826684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116251192879826684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116251192879826684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116251192879826684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-more-to-gobut-feelin-lazy.html' title='2 more to go......but feelin&apos; lazy....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116196080294495089</id><published>2006-10-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:53:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Niu - Speak My (Freakin~~!!) Language!!</title><content type='html'>Wakakaka....I found it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to like viral spread this freaking song coz i think it's so damn blardee good!!! I love it!! Waakkakakakka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXXHycR4f4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXXHycR4f4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116196080294495089?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116196080294495089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116196080294495089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116196080294495089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116196080294495089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-niu-speak-my-freakin-language_27.html' title='Ah Niu - Speak My (Freakin~~!!) Language!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116116829647680556</id><published>2006-10-18T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:44:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of...3 days ago...</title><content type='html'>Aiming to follow the advice of my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To bring one's self to a frame of mind and to the proper energy to accomplish things that require plain hard work continuously is the one big battle that everyone has. When this battle is won for all time, then everything is easy."     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;- Thomas A. Buckner  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116116829647680556?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116116829647680556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116116829647680556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116116829647680556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116116829647680556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of3-days-ago.html' title='Quote of...3 days ago...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116106210157409890</id><published>2006-10-16T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:15:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better now...</title><content type='html'>Well, been feeling better after getting my feelings out in the open. Now i can REALLY concentrate on exams...well except now i need to CONCENTRATE!!! I guess bracing for impact does help soften the blow. Though it doesn't necessarily go away. U linger around wondering if you'll bump into her or not...but not wanting to at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a conclusion. Girls are blind. Coz they don't see me. Muahahahah!!! Jus kidding. =)&lt;br /&gt;(Wani's gonna kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...hmmm...blogging in Matheson ain't so easy since there's just too many people around. But oh well, since i'm here alread, let's try anyways. Funny characters around...especially the local indians. No offense and am not being racist here (and if i offend anyone...thousand apologies) but i mean...these guys just are sooooooo like wanna be american tv characters. So EXTRA!! They try to be more aussie than the aussies! What the hell..... Plus never try and study around a bunch of them...much less a few bunches of them. They'll never SHUT UP!!! But am gonna try anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to post this song up. It's "Sucker" by John Mayer. Love the lyrics....applies to me....need i say more? Would put the song up too...but can't be bothered...maybe i would...have my accoustic/tap-feet music list on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sucker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was the weather&lt;br /&gt;You'd bring me up in conversation forever&lt;br /&gt;And when it rained I'd be the talk of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was a cold beer&lt;br /&gt;I'd rest assured that you would hold me near you&lt;br /&gt;I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there could be no other way&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're so vain&lt;br /&gt;Your tired words are all the same&lt;br /&gt;I would surely walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit&lt;br /&gt;You'd let me in and love every minute&lt;br /&gt;And tell the room&lt;br /&gt;The things I did to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there could be no other way&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're so vain&lt;br /&gt;Your tired words are all the same&lt;br /&gt;I would surely walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your worried rosy colored glasses on&lt;br /&gt;What a right would I see wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could never have that power over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna pack up and leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my own place going on&lt;br /&gt;And when I do I'll forget about how&lt;br /&gt;You're so lame&lt;br /&gt;Your tired words are all the same&lt;br /&gt;I would walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116106210157409890?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116106210157409890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116106210157409890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116106210157409890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116106210157409890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/much-better-now.html' title='Much better now...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116098449463865227</id><published>2006-10-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:41:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happened...</title><content type='html'>I got rejected....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116098449463865227?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116098449463865227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116098449463865227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116098449463865227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116098449463865227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-what-happened.html' title='This is what happened...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116089017368369378</id><published>2006-10-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:29:33.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling......lost.......undoubtedly.</title><content type='html'>Why do I just blog about either interesting stuff or depressing stuff. Why not happier things that happen regularly? Happy things we discount - unhappy things we hang on to like it means the world to us. But oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost right now (like the title). Seriously lost. What with reading &lt;a href="http://trorc.blogspot.com"&gt;Ren's blog &lt;/a&gt;and with my current predicament, I'm currently in the "why do i exist?" mentality. Erm...i dunno if you can relate to that...but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song to tell her. I think i'll send it to her tonight, if i have the chance...or if she would even accept it. Aihz.. This is probably gonna spoil the friendship....and i hope it does not. At the very least, it's gonna be awkward...not that it isn't already. But oh well, i don't really expect anything out of this. I just wanna "vent" to her about it. She did offer to listen once....hahahz...didn't tell her about it then coz i didn't wanna kill it. But if i don't say it now...i'm gonna have huge problems during the exam period. I just hope doing this will get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it is not gonna help it at all. Just hope something happens. Something good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116089017368369378?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116089017368369378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116089017368369378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116089017368369378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116089017368369378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/feelinglostundoubtedly.html' title='Feeling......lost.......undoubtedly.'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116062939206549492</id><published>2006-10-11T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:03:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMF*ingG!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>*Takes knife and stabs head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pulls it out and stabs again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Screams in agony but somehow feels relieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy... I can't focus!! I don't know why!! I need to talk to someone...just talk...about anything and everything... I'm a social animal, that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This assignment is driving me CRAZY!! Why are they not understanding wat it is they are doing????? WTF?? Why do i have to do all the corrections??!!! Am i the only sane one in all of my group assignments?? I KNOW i am a lazy bastard but at LEAST i know what's going on. Apparently, there's a whole bunch of stupid people in this world. I'm starting to wonder if i'm part of that massive population...hmmm. But it can be arguable that since i am able to spot one from the other, i should belong to the ones with brains? But then again, it takes one to know one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since EVERYONE is having exams i can only rely on my STUPID blog (sorry bloggy...just frustrated...don't take offense and hang on me k?) to type away! Not as good as talk away but oh wells...one has to deal with such situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window in the Hargrave lower ground study area. Makes me wanna just go out and....hmmm...i don't know what i really wanna do. Go crazy i suppose? Now why can't I ( i wanna use the capital I so that i could like exaggerate the point but I is already use as capital in normal situations so it doesn't really work here...erm...catch my tokyo (drift...wakakaka)) have a hot chick like the girl just sitting behind me as a girl friend. Wait...why don't I (again trying to use the capital I to eccentu...you get the point) have a girl friend?? Wani would say, "Why go looking for one? What's the point? Love should come naturally man..." Says the girl who is ALREADY (ah...it works here...) in love with her devoted boy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me????? STOP BEING HOOKED ON RELATIONSHIPS/COMPANIONSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihz...that's my new sigh. Aihz. Been using for god knows what reasons... Just realised i sound REALLY despo in this post...but WHO CARES!! As you can see, having fun with capital letters...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'd put in a nice little poem at the end...just to make it meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the eyes deceive me?&lt;br /&gt;Do the ears fool me?&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one that's aware?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they not see the colours?&lt;br /&gt;Do they not hear the music?&lt;br /&gt;Am i the one impaired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thoughts are these?&lt;br /&gt;What feelings repressed?&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the edge of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the jump,&lt;br /&gt;But avoid the bump,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just too rhetorical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts a swirling...&lt;br /&gt;Dreams with no meaning...&lt;br /&gt;I can make no sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comprehension,&lt;br /&gt;And much debilitation,&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm already insane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...kinda week form of poem by me. What did you expect from five minutes of word rhymes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggh...oh well...signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116062939206549492?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116062939206549492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116062939206549492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116062939206549492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116062939206549492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/omfingg.html' title='OMF*ingG!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116057765807721998</id><published>2006-10-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:40:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah NOoOoOOoOoOOoo...</title><content type='html'>Aihz... I failed this time. Performing for a crowd with not enough prep is not fun at all. Plus my super-interesting-romantic-behind-her-back plan failed....well also because i didn't feel such a need anymore. When i decided to do it, i was kinda love sick and needed to vent...so i thought i'd do it during the performance....wat the hell...tak jadi pun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you'd probably be wondering what the hell am i talking about. I just did a performance for the MUISS Last Bash. The grand plan was to dedicate the final song, which by the way was For You I Will by Teddy Geiger, to the girl who has been dancing in my head recently. I sounded like a good idea 3 days ago coz i doubted that she would turn up. Well, as the story goes, I was not able to do mic test before the performance because the PA came late...aihz~~. And due to that, there was the anxiety attacks for fear of not being able to perform well. At least i wasn't as nervous as i thought i would be...lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..as i was hanging around and mingling, who did you think popped out of nowhere? Literally the girl in my dreams. Still not gonna say who in case she reads and finds out...though i think she prob has a good idea by now. If she doesn't...she's either in denial or i just suck. I think i dropped enough hints...i'm not a straightforward person when it comes to affection. So there i was, the whole plan poofed up in smoke coz now i'm worrying about her reaction if i did do what i was gonna do (sorry for speaking in such a turn-around way...you guys should noe me by now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, started singing and i realised that the sound system REALLY sucks. Worrying about how i sound. Worrying about how the audience was finding it. Worrying about a god damn lot of things....uuurrrghhh. Basically, to me anways (coz apparently to the rest it went pretty alright...probably being nice :D...thanks guys), it was pretty crap. Tried to finish with a bang...but they couldn't hear me....AAAARRRRGGHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's over. Another experience to be filed into my "future-reference" cabinet hopefully to be taken out and used in the near future....before it collects dust and i forget all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116057765807721998?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116057765807721998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116057765807721998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116057765807721998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116057765807721998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-nooooooooooooo.html' title='Ah NOoOoOOoOoOOoo...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116036342717708989</id><published>2006-10-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:10:27.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening again....</title><content type='html'>Been awhile since i wrote a poem. Probably cause it's been awhile since i've been sticken by love again. Urrrghh...it's as if i'm always love sick. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dedicated to the girl who has been haunting my every waking thought and dream for the past week or so... A little something i call a 'po-eum'. I'll get you your song soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She Dances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the grass,&lt;br /&gt;Among the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;She dances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Breeze in her hair,&lt;br /&gt;She dances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With naked feet,&lt;br /&gt;On cloudy fleece,&lt;br /&gt;She dances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magically,&lt;br /&gt;Unendingly,&lt;br /&gt;She dances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;She dances...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116036342717708989?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116036342717708989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116036342717708989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116036342717708989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116036342717708989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-happening-again.html' title='It&apos;s happening again....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-116015249737691041</id><published>2006-10-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:34:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stupid Mulut...</title><content type='html'>This is an old song by John Mayer. Just been listening to it again recently. Before this i never really paid attention to the lyrics but as i went to search for it, i realised how true it was and it probably happened to everyone in one form or another. Well, it's been happening to me so i decided to let the song do the talking...hahahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Stupid Mouth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid mouth&lt;br /&gt;Has got me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I said too much again&lt;br /&gt;To a date over dinner yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I could see&lt;br /&gt;She was offended&lt;br /&gt;She said "well anyway..."&lt;br /&gt;Just dying for a subject change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's another social casualty&lt;br /&gt;Score one more for me&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;Mama said "think before speaking"&lt;br /&gt;No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess he better find one soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bit our lips&lt;br /&gt;She looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper&lt;br /&gt;I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker&lt;br /&gt;And I could see clearly, An indelible line was drawn&lt;br /&gt;Between what was good, what JUST slipped out and what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way she feels about me has changed&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for playing, try again.&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;Mama said "think before speaking"&lt;br /&gt;No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess he better find one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Than she desert me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;Why is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;But it's all because of this desire&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be liked&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be funny&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the jokes on me&lt;br /&gt;So call me captain backfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;it only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;than she desert me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im never speaking up again(x3)&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-116015249737691041?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/116015249737691041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=116015249737691041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116015249737691041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/116015249737691041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-stupid-mulut.html' title='My Stupid Mulut...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115996308263516430</id><published>2006-10-04T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T04:58:02.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to rant again...</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been away for quite abit coz din have anything to say....which is not true. I actually had alot of stuff i wanted to share with everyone (whether i knew them or not) but haven't got enough of the motivation to actually log in and type. I know...very lazy of me...but normal larr. You should know me by now....if i can help it, i would rather do nothing...which is not true as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a contradictory person is very hard. Everyday i must reaffirm myself that i am not a "fan tong" or "sampah masyarakat" or "FaMa Leecher". So sad. But yeah...life goes on. Been the same for the past 21 years of my life. Even my efforts to get rid of this problem is screwing with me....haihz~~. "No discipline" my mum calls it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about my sad personality. I do have dreams you know. My new motto is "FOR COOKAMANGA!!" Thanks Joshua. You reminded me the reason i'm here. Sometimes i just forget why i'm here and i need realistic goals to help me get me on track. If you guys are wondering what COOKAMANGA is, hopefully everyone will know what it is in 3 years time. I'll personally announce it to everyone. Hahahahaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just got my webcam from my parents. Yay!! But i din bring it home though...same as my dry cleaned suit. Wakakaka.... Will go pick it up tomorrow larr. Left it in the lounge so should be alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been writing songs again. Just did a colabaration with Ren. Hopefully it turns out well...still in the process of writing. See how it goes larr. Sounds promising anyways. Oh yeah, got this great set of chords i HAVE to write a song for. Omg...well hopefully that turns out well too. Too many half-written songs. Sienz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck with the ladies is just as bad as ever. Hahahhaaz....wondering is it just bad luck or am i attracted to the wrong people? Or maybe it's just me. Been doing some self-evaluation, in any case at all. I guess its time to become the silent, reliable person i've always aspired to be.....so different from who i am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...enough for now i guess. Won't go in to any specifics at this point. But for now thats pretty much the stuff that's been happening in my life. So dear bloggy, signing off for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115996308263516430?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115996308263516430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115996308263516430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115996308263516430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115996308263516430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-rant-again.html' title='Time to rant again...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115701610779282815</id><published>2006-08-31T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:21:47.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA!!!</title><content type='html'>Malaysia, Malaysia negara yang jaya. Malaysia, Malaysia bebas dan MERDEKA!! Wakakaka. Happy Independance Day Malaysia!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again its been awhile since i posted. Thought i'd better put something up since its malaysia's independance...so yeah..here it is!! What's there to say...oh yeah. I've been sidetracking from my priorities...oops!! Not a very good thing to post up. But there. It's out... Better to be honest with myself. Now, to get back on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, removed that blardy mp3 player thingy coz even thought the song IS NICE, it drives u mad if it plays everytime u get on the blog... Urrghhh. Hmmm... Not much else to say cause i can't think of anything at the mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on a new song (What's new? *rolls eyes*) and hopefully it becomes one of the best yet. WAkakakkaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it i guess...boring me...not very interesting after all. Maybe i shouldn't have posted this anyways...just rants i guess.... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115701610779282815?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115701610779282815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115701610779282815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115701610779282815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115701610779282815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka.html' title='MERDEKA!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115608399087824113</id><published>2006-08-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:26:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!....This is AMAZING!!!</title><content type='html'>Brings tears to the eye of a fellow musician. The passion of both singer and THE KID!! OMFG THE KID!!! What a player!! With a freaking HARMONICA!!! Wow...never knew a harmonica could be played like that!!! Send shivers down my spine.... THAT'S what making music is all about~~!! They are the shit!! Too bad they didn't win. Haih~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h96jWgEfVG0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115608399087824113?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115608399087824113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115608399087824113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115608399087824113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115608399087824113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/08/omfgthis-is-amazing_115608399087824113.html' title='OMFG!!!....This is AMAZING!!!'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115564538897134309</id><published>2006-08-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T05:36:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Ok...it's been awhile since my last post. And it's been awhile since i had anything worthwhile to post either. So let's cut to the chase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST POEM (pronounced po-eum by me!!) ON THE NEW BLOG!! Found it on this riverdance show. I have the movie so u riverdance fans out there, just drop me a msg and if i'm near you, i'll pass it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was really good so i decided to share this with everyone. To those who prefer to read about my life, as i've been blogging lately, please bear with me. Life currently uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heartbeat of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From : Riverdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry of an infant...&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm against ship...&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heel against floor and wave upon shore...&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh of a lover...&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry of a mother...&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, unstopped...&lt;br /&gt;The heart beat of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beat of the poem is like that of a heart beat...so cool!! Like "lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115564538897134309?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115564538897134309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115564538897134309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115564538897134309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115564538897134309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115432589749268360</id><published>2006-07-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:04:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lousy....</title><content type='html'>Urrghh....feeling really lousy. Dunno why. Wonder if its just chemical imbalances in my body. Maybe its because i woke up too late this morning. Or maybe its just because i'm reminded of all the work waiting for me this week. Am i born lazy??....I guess everyone is. Being able to get over that hurdle separates the men from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so shitty. Wanna snap at everyone. Wanna screw with everyone. Wanna show the world how displeased i am with it. AAARRRGHHHHHHH~~~!!!!!!! There, screaming on the blog. Muahahha...urrghhhh -_____-"'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least writing this bit of rant on me blog is getting abit of it off my mind. Might have been the result of cold KFC too, coming to think about it. Or maybe its the lack of TLC (to the EC guys, not tua l** ci*o). Need some softness in my life...and not just my own!!...err...that sounded so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guys. I DO NOT do weird stuff to myself.  And Vek and Wani, please dun beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in the library isn't helping the crappiness go away. Gotta finish this bit of work before i leave for my snowboarding wonderland. Work work work.....and more work. Wonder how i'm gonna complain about my working life once i grad. Hmmm...am i gonna do CA/CPA (prob not)/ACCA after i get out? Or should i jump straight into business? Or maybe go work as an accountant for some restauranteer. Insurance......nah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books, back to books....still feeling lousy though. Not as much as just now....this blog therapy thing works...hahahah....just some where to pen (type) down your feelings....thoughts....rants.... If no one will listen to me..i know you will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115432589749268360?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115432589749268360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115432589749268360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115432589749268360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115432589749268360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-lousy.html' title='Feeling lousy....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115424056080860682</id><published>2006-07-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:22:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks guys!!~~~</title><content type='html'>So nice.... Friends have been so supportive especially housemates (Vivek and Wani...and Ren too!! wakakaka). Since knowing about my screwed up results they have not stopped trying to encourage/remind me to study. Although it involves alot of teasing about my self-contract, i really appreciate the care and concern you guys have showered on me. So hugz to you guys!! Its like having my family here....the constant nagging.... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Lil' Cheryl for intro-ing me the flash mp3 player on her blog!! Now i can put songs i like (like m-flo!!) and share it with everyone!! Yay......uuurghhhhh -____-" Sorry Ad, i know you don't like them so u can pause they mp3 player...muhahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, i haven't opened my book today yet...hmmm...should get down to doing some work yeah? Ciaoz for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115424056080860682?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115424056080860682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115424056080860682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115424056080860682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115424056080860682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks guys!!~~~'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115400647362680650</id><published>2006-07-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:21:13.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore schools so....interesting...</title><content type='html'>Woah woah....everytime i here my singapore friends talk about their primary/high/JC stories, i feel like they got damn interesting people there. I dunno if it is because they are talking among themselves and thus they relate better and me as an outsider get suckered into it or its because they really do have alot more interesting individuals... Hmmm...i think that my school had alot of interesting stories as well wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... Hearing about the Yishun Terror...so funny manz.... Espeacially the way they related it...OMFG FUNNY MANz!!! Where got someone so STOOPID wan?? U get into an offense once and got caught...and then upon release from ur probation..u go do the same STOOPID thing again...and get caught AGAIN!! WAKAKAKAKKA......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah...so interesting to talk to them. Hear stories...wahahahaha...wish i had stories like that. If only i can remember much of my highschool.... All we have are inside jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115400647362680650?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115400647362680650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115400647362680650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115400647362680650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115400647362680650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-schools-sointeresting.html' title='Singapore schools so....interesting...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115370557383009415</id><published>2006-07-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:46:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of school/uni...</title><content type='html'>Here i am. In the second week. Surviving so far....duh~~  -_____-"  Well i guess more importantly is the fact that i have been religiously going to the sch uni everyday (except sunday, which i missed because i had to go down to see an old friend of mine to catch up....oops!!) So am i going to starve today?? Haha...i just reread my self-contract and it seems the starve condition applies to only me going to all my classes. So yay!! NO PUASA!! Lolz...no offense to muslims...peace~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But starting this week i guess i will put the condition to the library rule as well. I don't want another incident like sunday happening again. However, i'm not sure if the lib opens on sundays...haven't checked that out yet. If so, should i go to the library in Caulfield? I guess i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok...enough slacking for now...i just got back from City. Going to uni now....NOW!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115370557383009415?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115370557383009415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115370557383009415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115370557383009415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115370557383009415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/2nd-week-of-schooluni.html' title='2nd week of school/uni...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115354381119110259</id><published>2006-07-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:50:11.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name...</title><content type='html'>Was reading up on &lt;a href="http://trorc.blogspot.com"&gt;Renald's&lt;/a&gt; blog and saw his Kabalarian Philosophy post. Something about name and it's meanings and its reflection of ur personality and stuff. Thought i'd give it a  go since i was bored and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Chiang Wey first, fully expecting it to not have a result because its a chinese name and Kabalarian sounds african to me...don't ask me why that is. So i though i'd try Lucas!!...the english name that i decided to give myself after much persuasian from housemates. And surprise surprise, the result that came out was so omfg accurate!! At least 5 of the points mentioned were extremely close to my personality. Although it can be said that some of these things are that which applies to ANY individual, it still needs  a fair amount of coincidence to match up my self-proclaimed Lucas (which previously had no affinity with whatsoever...thought it sounded more sophisticated and interesting than the common Johns, Dans and Charles) with my personality. This is what it said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although the name Lucas creates the urge to be both logical and technical, we emphasize that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the elimination and fluid systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your first name of Lucas has given you a pleasant, easy-going, friendly nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal contacts are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In situations where you are serving others, demonstrating or instructing, you have the patience to go into details that someone else may not think to be important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your association with others, you are often limited to the more mundane happenings and little personal problems that can be so frustrating to those of an active, dynamic nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You desire to create system and order in your environment but are inclined to become side-tracked and socialize when you should be working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ambitions are not large, as you lack confidence in your own abilities and would sooner not take a chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True?? I think so anyway...you guys might think different though. Guess i'll stick with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115354381119110259?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115354381119110259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115354381119110259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115354381119110259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115354381119110259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115345845713807715</id><published>2006-07-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:07:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A must read...</title><content type='html'>I think this has been circulting the web for some time and i recently bumped into it again on a freind's blog. So thanks Irwin for the post!! I think its extremely meaningful as it describes the realities of life rather than the fluffy cotton wool stuffed and pretty and colourful pictures which our parents have painted for us by sheltering us from the true harshness of the world. Hope you guys find it useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did NOT teach, and kids will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try cleaning the closet in your own room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115345845713807715?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115345845713807715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115345845713807715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115345845713807715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115345845713807715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/must-read.html' title='A must read...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115341600641712247</id><published>2006-07-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:20:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...can things in life be judged by pros and cons? Should the way we live our life be cheapened by categorizing and analysing every aspect of it and listing all its good points and bad points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one do not believe that life pros and cons can be applied to life itself. For example, marriage! As was proposed by a friend of mine. Should we label out the pros and cons of marriage and then base our decisions on how many pros or cons it has. Should life be so objective? Sure it would be much easier to make decisions and avoid risks...but then again the best way of avoiding risks are to not live at all! As we financial planners say, the best way to avoid risk is to not invest at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not like buying a camera. Unlike a camera, we can't judge if something is good or not or should be embraced by another based whether it has a "higher mega-pixel count" or "anti-shake function" or "stylish casing". Everyone has different personalities and priorities and therefore assess the various aspects of life with different degrees of importance as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, going to uni. Most of us agree that going to uni is important because it would help us create a foundation to later build our careers on. But besides that, what other pros do the uni offer? We have endure the suffering of mugging, failing, going to lectures and listen to boring old lecturers mumble on, doing homework, stress from home for not studying...the list goes on. All to graduate with a degree that is hardly recognised in the current working environment. Now the minimun requirement to be noticed by fairly important companies is to have at least two degrees or a master in something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us beg to differ. Some prefer to join the workforce right after highschool thinking that it would give them a head start. 3 years of working experience counts alot more than 3 years of mugging. At least that's what they think. Some prefer the in between and they go to polytechnics. While these people seem to lack the certain "higher qualification", they might beg to differ as to whether they will be doing worse than us who are currently now in the rat race of uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, life should not be assessed objectively as it truly undermines the quality of life one would be leading. Living is the process of experiencing everything - from failure to success, love to hate, pain to joy. Should anyone miss out on any of those...they have missed out on life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...dunno why i wrote this again, just had a need to. Its 3.14 am and i should be sleeping. Class starts at 4.00 in the evening tomorrow but i gotta get up early to go and do shopping for pot luck tomorrow night. So yeah...nites!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115341600641712247?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115341600641712247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115341600641712247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115341600641712247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115341600641712247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115335393317862618</id><published>2006-07-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:05:57.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE-moralizing....</title><content type='html'>Repeating a subject is stressful all on its own. Do you know how bad it feels sitting in a room of students who attended uni a year later than you?? It's extremely depressing. Going into the lecture hall and listening to the lecturer spout stuff you already know..."Do you know what a company is??" "This is something you learnt in your FIRST year...." =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration...suffocation...exhumation...depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take the shame sitting in there with the rest of them that at 9.45 i just left the lecture hall. It was an introductory lecture therefore it didn't really matter i guess...plus i DID already attend the lecture once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can just bury my head into the sand just like an ostrich and drown out the world...i dun really know why it's really bothering me that much...but it does... It's the social norms that u put on urself... Graduate early and get into the rat race. That's why i day dream about my &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; business. The dream restaurant i'm gonna own one day...and their chains... *weak laughter..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta pull myself together. If not i really am gonna fall apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing coming out of my failure is that my creative juices are starting to flow out in a more expressive form. And i'm starting to know bits of myself that i fuess i have been repressing all this while with logic and sensibility and what i deem as right. Acknowledging society's view on that which is right has made me blame myself for a number of things. While i maybe wrong for doing what it is i have been doing, this blame game thing really has affected my psyche to some extent...which is not a very good thing. Sometimes we just have to fight back and shout "I AM NOT WRONG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...the things i go through because of my grandma *snickers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115335393317862618?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115335393317862618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115335393317862618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115335393317862618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115335393317862618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/de-moralizing.html' title='DE-moralizing....'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115319547357991023</id><published>2006-07-17T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:04:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the act of a student...</title><content type='html'>It's not easy...putting in constant effort. Dragging my butt to the library is not easy at all. I just got here and am trying to settle down before putting in a good 2 hours of study. With 6 subjects hanging..i'm really wondering how am i going to be able to finish my course by June next sem.I really want to...but summer's not really working right now. If i do summer chances are that i'll graduate with a anything goes degree...which means i'm not too sure i'll even be able to do CA much less CPA. But yeah, gotta get my butt out of uni, like, SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the new semester for me...so far so good. Am cutting down time spent in the lounge and have kept at the library bit for 2 days now. Only the rest of the sem to go!! Matheson...you'll see much more of me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After failing so many subjects i was actually considering of just going home, forget about uni and get a job at some fancy french restaurant. Basically become a cook. I don't really know what's the job requirements of such a place but though i might just give it a shot. It does bring me to realising my dream of owning my own restaurant with much more ease. Downside was the wasted years of uni studying....and all the dissapointments i have gone through, both mine and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a job here has been on my mind. Parents aren't that keen on supporting me anymore...so if i really have to extend the course of my studies....i've gotta make some cash to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for Chiang Wey the entertainer/slacker/joker/flirter to take a backseat and call out Chiang Wey the student...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115319547357991023?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115319547357991023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115319547357991023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115319547357991023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115319547357991023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-into-act-of-student.html' title='Getting into the act of a student...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115314255542997677</id><published>2006-07-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:22:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little reminder from my mum...whom i have hurt very much...</title><content type='html'>To make our way,&lt;br /&gt;         we must have firm resolve,&lt;br /&gt;         persistence, tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;         We must gear ourselves&lt;br /&gt;         to work hard all the way.&lt;br /&gt;         We can never let up.&lt;br /&gt;                    - Ralph Bunche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115314255542997677?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115314255542997677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115314255542997677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115314255542997677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115314255542997677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-reminder-from-my-mumwhom-i-have.html' title='A little reminder from my mum...whom i have hurt very much...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115301316140236430</id><published>2006-07-15T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:26:01.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the perculiarities of life...</title><content type='html'>The thing with good looking people is that they are either highly in demand or they are not. Normally its the former because its a social norm that everyone wants to be associated with good looking people....its as if the good looks might rub off on them too or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of good looking people....espeacially girls....is that they usually have crappy personalities......ok, not crappy but not the most interesting i have to say. This is provided that the fact that they are good looking has been pressed upon them by society long enough to create an impression in their young minds when they are children. They take for granted their ability to make friends therefore they don't really try to develope skills that are vital to, let say, picking up guys/girls if you are not of the good looking category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends up with them being boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because looks are all that's going for them, should people get tired of it, they turn into really plain janes and johns... Not much of a conversationist...can't tell jokes...not really entertaining. Sometimes, they can be really annoying because of the need for attention by everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT so good looking people on the other hand develop personalities to help them cope with life's constant expectations. No one wants to be an outcast...even outcasts have groupies...therefore these people become extremely interesting! Funny, witty, entertaining, sometimes charismatic, and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about kids who were not exactly good looking when they were young, when the mind was open to shapping and moulding but turn into swans when they grow up? These are the silver linings in this murky and materialistic world. They become the champions of society. Figureheads as they possess both the qualities of &lt;em&gt;not-&lt;/em&gt;so-good-looking people and the elite features of the beautiful. Unfair?? Well....life's like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115301316140236430?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115301316140236430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115301316140236430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115301316140236430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115301316140236430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-of-perculiarities-of-life.html' title='One of the perculiarities of life...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115298429821477553</id><published>2006-07-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:33:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I't's not easy.....failing...</title><content type='html'>Exams...then love life....failure back to back... Maybe i just suck at the important things in life...and am kinda good at everything else... It's like (if there's a god) god just said hey...let's do a little experiment. I'll give this guy here good brains, some good motor functions, an athletic looking body, funnies and wit, ability to talk in front of anybody but throw in no charisma, laziness, no athletic abilities and no female attraction qualities...no matter how much a girl likes a funny, caring and conversational boyfriend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about sums up my life. All my efforts...or whatever effort i can summon due to the laziness thingy lolz...usually end up in vain. Is it becoz i haven't tried enough? Or is it because i tried too hard... I think with studies i din try enough and with the ladies...i tried too hard?? I'm losing out to 17 year old boys for goodness sake... Kinda sucks really...and the guys a jerk...well...says the girl who is liking him now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the bad boy thing. Or the good boy thing? I'm neither good boy nor bad boy....don't really think i'm in between either..maybe in a world of my own. Another universe...which no one can get to....therefore unable to read the signals i'm throwing...or can't decipher...or dun like it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can dance so what? Can sing so what? Can play guitar so what....?? Doesn't make u a better student/boyfriend material..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..here's ur answer GOD...its not funny. Try doing this to urself....seem like a capable person yet is deprived of all the qualities that would MAKE a person capable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just ranting at the frustration of it all...wanting to blame it on something else besides myself. A little sideways blaming ain't so bad...takes the load off abit....makes u feel little better....than just trash at the results u get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a song about it...if i can cock up the lyrics to it. Already making headway with the song for the unsuccessfull courtship story...lolz...onesided at that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115298429821477553?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115298429821477553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115298429821477553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115298429821477553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115298429821477553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-easyfailing.html' title='I&apos;t&apos;s not easy.....failing...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115242275630718633</id><published>2006-07-08T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:25:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbin's Just Like  A Bag of Chips</title><content type='html'>I just realised this yesterday. Clubbin's just like eating a bag of chips. When you haven't had it for too long, you crave for it. So u go buy a huge bag of chips. The first few chips tastes good so u dig in, feeling happier as you eat your way through. Sharing it makes it more fun to eat too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as you make your way to the halfway mark, you start to feel like you don't really like to eat it anymore and want to put it down but something just makes you keep going at it. It's not that u really like the taste anymore or the satisfaction of biting into a crispy piece of thinly-sliced potato covered in all sorts of preservatives and flavorings that would most probably give u cancer and kill you - abit morbid don't you think? - it's like a reflex action; hand dipping in, pulling out a chip and popping it into ur mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're sharing, you don't really feel nice about putting the bag away because you think other's might want to have another go at it so you leave it lying among everyone and try to not look at it but the reflex action kicks in making you regret your next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you near the end of the bag, you feel like you're gonna be sick. You really don't want to think about chips anymore but you grab another anyway. Chips doesn't taste like chips anymore. Your head's spinning from the overdose of MSG. You drink loads of water to hopefully flush it out but all it does is give you a filled bladder and you have to make a beeline for the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you finish the bag, you vow to not eat another piece of chip for at least the next 6 months. You wake up the next morning feeling sick and you don't think you can do anything productive for the rest of the day. But before a month has gone by, walk down to junkfood aisle in the supermarket and you think to yourself: "I feel like having a big bag of chips." And you do. And the whole vicious cycle starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Clubbin's just like eating a bag of chips....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115242275630718633?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115242275630718633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115242275630718633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115242275630718633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115242275630718633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/clubbins-just-like-bag-of-chips.html' title='Clubbin&apos;s Just Like  A Bag of Chips'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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-30628400.post-115200077920717506</id><published>2006-07-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:12:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of friendster...</title><content type='html'>Ok... I finally give up. Friendster really sucks...took me awhile to realise that..lolz...talk about slow at the taking. So here i am now....on blogspot.com...where everyone else is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to the group m-flo. Love them like crazy...though not everyone feels the same. They don't make groups like them anymore. Its about the music...not the looks or advertising...the ability to manipulate music, arranging them in such unimaginable sequebces and still make it sound good. Love the way they do collaborations with other artists and creating works of art....literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sad that we now go after looks more than talent. In fact, looks are now considered a talent~~ Then again...whatever majority thinks IS the right way. It is they who conquer who sets the rules...so if you can't beat them, you gotta join them!! Or live miserably fighting everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather...just so hot...can't wait to get back and hit the mountains.... Drool~~ OOoOOoOoHHhhh Snowboarding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been around with my cuz...he's gonna open a pet shop soon. Went with him to the local zoo to...well...for him its prospecting...for me it was just an outing. I got to play with tigers and lions...and yeah...literally play with them ie. touch them and stuff. He knows the ppl there thats why...some of his inner circle friends....they trade animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to hang out with a real life loan shark. Seems like he was the manager of his "company" that spans from JB to KL. So yeah..kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's so hot i can't even playball properly man...i died after fifteen minutes of one on one....uuurghhhhh so unfit...i need excercise!! Yet i'm not doing anything to get it....=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission to finish more of my novel...ended in failure!!! Din have the stamina to keep going..though i'm gonna blame it on my mom who keeps bugging me to use the com. I do have my lappy but i'm not gonna bring that into the pic..... Yes..i AM a procastinating-excuse-loving-self-protecting-pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to blog for now...or just can't find the inspiration to...haih~..&lt;br /&gt;simming on the ground.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30628400-115200077920717506?l=swimmingontheground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/feeds/115200077920717506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30628400&amp;postID=115200077920717506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115200077920717506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30628400/posts/default/115200077920717506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimmingontheground.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-of-friendster_04.html' title='Sick of friendster...'/><author><name>Just lil' ol' me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199820493997578540</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></feed>
