<?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-4615707714738770031</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:19:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615707714738770031.post-5632127486025905702</id><published>2009-11-22T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:40:16.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Bored.</title><content type='html'>AHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck at home with nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to study for my last paper. Its dreadfully boring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really bring myself to do it...&lt;br /&gt;Besides my notes are in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming sense of loss after most of the A's are over.&lt;br /&gt;Geez why...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to arrange more meet ups with peoplez. I guess that only comes after 25 which is the OFFICIAL OFFICIAL end for me. Keh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Bleahhh&lt;br /&gt;Despite my hate for routine. I've realised people do depend on it.&lt;br /&gt;Now its just about creating a new routine.&lt;br /&gt;But then again... 2 weeks isn't much time is it?&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a haphazard 2 week. Full of random shit..&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. I heard I'll kena 2 weeks confinement nooeeeezzz Lol&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Public holidays will be like heaven lol..&lt;br /&gt;GAH i shld go get my notes arranged...&lt;br /&gt;RANTZZZZZZzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-5632127486025905702?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/5632127486025905702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=5632127486025905702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5632127486025905702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5632127486025905702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-bored.html' title='Dead Bored.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-2444181269360371504</id><published>2009-11-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:47:53.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End and A Beginning.</title><content type='html'>Wheee A lvls are nearly over. I am down to my LAST PAPERRRRRR!!! On 25th muwahahah..&lt;br /&gt;Haven't started studying yet though.. Damn it already in the holiday mood. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Highly anticipating a huge feeling of liberation on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be slacking SO BADLY for two weeks before going in to PTP.&lt;br /&gt;Desirable..&lt;br /&gt;Bought a mega nice book called Spaghetti. It has 130 different recipes for standard Italian combinations for spaghetti. And its shaped similar to a standard packet of spaghetti! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Ok yea.. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Lets see plans for Art in future.&lt;br /&gt;Well since A'lvl art is nearly over. I'm thinking of going back to doing art in my free time.&lt;br /&gt;After neglecting deviant art for about two years? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Musically. I guess I'll be more focused now. Although its tempting to pick up the Ukulele because its just SO cute ok nvm. I think I shld continue improving at guitar and harmonica first.&lt;br /&gt;As for Spaghetti, I aim to try every recipe in the book -as the ingredients I can get permit me - by the end of my army! (should probably get a head start and try one everyday during the two weeks LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Of course I won't neglect my language.. Reading consistently is a must for me. Not too sure about writing though. Best leave that to the ones who actually can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-2444181269360371504?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/2444181269360371504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=2444181269360371504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2444181269360371504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2444181269360371504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-and-beginning.html' title='The End and A Beginning.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-2389628064989481074</id><published>2009-11-08T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:50:09.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little self-reminder.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the A-lvls day one. (No shit!)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this day since nearly two years ago so it can be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time to slack after A's before I go into army (Shaddup Rahman SCDF Maht)&lt;br /&gt;But heck la just make the best of A lvls.&lt;br /&gt;After all, study so much already.. I can't say I know nuts. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, stay calm and Own.&lt;br /&gt;And also don't let others get you into a panic.&lt;br /&gt;First day is always the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;The week will be over before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Lit and Art papers. NO slacking. Esp for lit.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't get an A. I have to get at least a B grade.&lt;br /&gt;Art. Nothing short of an A. I have so much time its the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;1 WHOLE WEEK Please.&lt;br /&gt;CLB can go screw itself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minorities and National Unity&lt;br /&gt;State Vs Market&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Occupation&lt;br /&gt;Authoritarian Government&lt;br /&gt;Rise of Military&lt;br /&gt;Role of Communists etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ:&lt;br /&gt;ASEAN Way&lt;br /&gt;AFTA&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;Other random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-2389628064989481074?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/2389628064989481074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=2389628064989481074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2389628064989481074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2389628064989481074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-little-self-reminder.html' title='Just a little self-reminder.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6940240480318330458</id><published>2009-10-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:00:35.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattached Parting of Ways.</title><content type='html'>Today was Graduation Day from SRJC officially.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't feel it now but I would probably look back with my fond memories of the people in the school friends and teachers alike.&lt;br /&gt;Most will probably live on as but a memory.&lt;br /&gt;Two years was really too short a time to be rooted and firm.&lt;br /&gt;The non-religious atmosphere in SR gave room for more interaction without fear of crossing any religious borders.&lt;br /&gt;The humble lot have made being in SR a decent stay.&lt;br /&gt;And the zealous teachers deserve more pay.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will always remain at SA,&lt;br /&gt;But to the people I've known in SR, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to A'lvls and its all I've got. Perhaps I shouldn't look to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;One has to be realistic when it comes to these things.&lt;br /&gt;Its partly to ease the pressure and stress.&lt;br /&gt;Besides my momentum during Mid-years was ruined by art coursework.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just let it slip.&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Whack lor, hopefully I still can attest to being a decent last minute chiongster :x&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have a plan B lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start something you must always see it through... Thank you Ms Yeo for your words of wisdom. Hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6940240480318330458?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6940240480318330458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6940240480318330458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6940240480318330458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6940240480318330458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/10/unattached-parting-of-ways.html' title='Unattached Parting of Ways.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7709551103509809438</id><published>2009-10-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:47:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music. Simple and Effective.</title><content type='html'>Woah, finally a post that ISN'T about whining heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Wilson said, "You don't write from the intellect, you write from the heart."&lt;br /&gt;I think this sentence pretty much sums up his music. While his songs are not overly complicated or flashy. They are very rich in sound quality. The kinds of tones he uses, the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Harrison, drummer of Porcupine Tree feels that technically played drums is just a regurgitation of hours of practice. He too uses simple beats that are unique and effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to feel the emotion of a song as a whole, that is great. But playing a single note and doing the same is a whole different thing. That is why Porcupine Tree owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every kind of instrument has the ability, if played well, to produce a certain emotion. And it does not require a whole line up of shred's, double pedals, arpeggios or that flashy sweep picking to make it sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to ask, where is today's music going? Pop Music as it were. A way to make music accessible to the masses. Thats why its called mainstream. It attempts to remove the elitist element. Just like Pop Art. True the concept is different, and interesting. But does it then have detrimental effects on the &lt;em&gt;quality &lt;/em&gt;of music or art produced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, music is subjective. What genre do you like? Which can't you stand? So different genres cater to different needs. You may have your criticisms but you still have to be some what accepting. And if nothing else it sure as hell makes a lot of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7709551103509809438?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7709551103509809438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7709551103509809438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7709551103509809438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7709551103509809438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-simple-and-effective.html' title='Music. Simple and Effective.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-887394796962179975</id><published>2009-09-23T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:45:54.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Milestone done with.</title><content type='html'>Hurrah. My JC art journey...whatever... has ended and yea... Its good to get that shit off my back..&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.30 past midnight and I haven't done GP...Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;Really got to get my act together. Fast. Sigh... After weighing the options... It will be good to have a decent A lvl cert so yea, follow through with the plan of studying like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be angry and get into a fury. Smash some things.. I need to vent my anger/ frustration..&lt;br /&gt;Its not that difficult. I just have NO TIME! to play guitar.. Go for a jog ( hey don't laugh I know I say I will but I never go in the end but.. zz) bleah...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to bed since im obviously not going to do my homework now...&lt;br /&gt;at least this weekend is gonna be good... hahaah mega food at rahman's YEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-887394796962179975?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/887394796962179975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=887394796962179975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/887394796962179975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/887394796962179975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-milestone-done-with.html' title='Yay Milestone done with.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-9073996447570354041</id><published>2009-09-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:44:41.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Cordon Bleu Paris.</title><content type='html'>Lawl. My first time desiring something in Cert form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But muwahahaha money has dealt a cruel blow.&lt;br /&gt;47K PER Term, not including lodging, visa, insurance, food. GOOD GOD MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell...&lt;br /&gt;I know the school is god like la but what the shit...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Well paralleling this to getting into Harvard and Oxford and all I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty outta reach.. :X&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Settle for something cheaper I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta look around again when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, you are just too damn freaking high-class for me. Sod off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-9073996447570354041?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/9073996447570354041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=9073996447570354041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9073996447570354041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9073996447570354041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-cordon-bleu-paris.html' title='Le Cordon Bleu Paris.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7442369119602172283</id><published>2009-09-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:37:53.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take whatever comes to you..</title><content type='html'>And pride is just another way of trying to live with my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Denial is a better way of getting through another day&lt;br /&gt;And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;And lying is another way of hoping it will go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7442369119602172283?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7442369119602172283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7442369119602172283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7442369119602172283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7442369119602172283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-whatever-comes-to-you.html' title='Take whatever comes to you..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7411766034143338766</id><published>2009-09-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:27:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been on my mind..</title><content type='html'>The FUTURE that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after so many years of slacking and avoiding the problem.. It ain't going away..&lt;br /&gt;Its just going to show up in my face so heck I have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;Just what the devil am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't want to teach.&lt;br /&gt;I love lit, I love art and music. But guess what? I'm not a prodigy at any. I didn't have the hours and free time to put my heart and soul into these.&lt;br /&gt;And fine I'm accepting of the time period im born in and the way the world is right now.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we won't have much of a great history to look back to.&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to look back and say Hey the 2000s, 2010s... No I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is GREAT and we're taking it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;An Age of constant progress. an Age of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was better when we had something to fight for.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps too much peace is bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not advocating a war or anything...&lt;br /&gt;But whats SO great about our time now?&lt;br /&gt;What have we so marvellously achieved that we did not already intend/expect to?&lt;br /&gt;Is it ever surprising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for 2012 to end.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something historic will happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to decide what to do. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;I was drilled into thinking science was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Its ... yawnnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;I thought the arts would have something to offer...&lt;br /&gt;I get all this high flown wish wash mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware of my impulsive nature&lt;br /&gt;I like to start on new projects and toss them aside and start on new ones..&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks to not finish what I do...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I guess thats me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye shelter.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me safe from the storm&lt;br /&gt;I guess from now on it won't be smooth sailing anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7411766034143338766?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7411766034143338766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7411766034143338766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7411766034143338766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7411766034143338766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-on-my-mind.html' title='Its been on my mind..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-8998845227677886339</id><published>2009-09-15T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:01:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating away~!</title><content type='html'>..On the thin ice of a new day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh everyday is a new day filled with the danger of sinking.&lt;br /&gt;Tread lightly and carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are able to derive joy from such peril&lt;br /&gt;Are able to skate and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-8998845227677886339?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/8998845227677886339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=8998845227677886339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8998845227677886339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8998845227677886339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/skating-away.html' title='Skating away~!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6306252478283450145</id><published>2009-09-10T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:13:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOD OFF!!!</title><content type='html'>The ship is too heavy to keep afloat. &lt;br /&gt;Toss everything redundant out,&lt;br /&gt;And Sail on to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think its time to take stock of what we really want to keep in our lives and toss the rest out.&lt;br /&gt;How is it really going to help? By being a burden?&lt;br /&gt;I guess this pretty much is related to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many issues and annoyances in school.&lt;br /&gt;SOD OFF WILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;GROW A BRAIN and help yourself (haha Vegan)&lt;br /&gt;No more time for trivialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life sucks. So suck it up.' HAHA So stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Those that will journey along with you are the ones that will genuinely help you.&lt;br /&gt;They're for keeps. &lt;br /&gt;Monsters should be stabbed and hanged. (haha again at the Vegan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretenders and liars all.&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt I'll want to see them ever again. &lt;br /&gt;Its not an environment to gain life-long friends.&lt;br /&gt;It is just another period of time allocated by the bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;And life is pretty much not as restricted as it seems, in Singapore for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;SOD OFF and STOP defining my life for me.&lt;br /&gt;Really GET A LIFE and get OFF life support or any other life prolonging aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home to mug is a bad idea eh? &lt;br /&gt;Sod off. Are YOU going to personally ensure that I get the hours without distractions or wastage?&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I'm thankful for is the shortened timetable. &lt;br /&gt;CT seriously? K whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are we in a cell? Until 12.30 in the afternoon anyway. What utter RUBBISH. &lt;br /&gt;Quit assuming you HAVE to feed us as if we're morons.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we are told we can do as well as the other students in the other JCs, we just lack determination and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;Then why teach us any different? &lt;br /&gt;Why does it look like memorisation (Vegan you are a Noob) is the way to go?&lt;br /&gt;Higher order thinking my ass man.&lt;br /&gt;A Fool's prescription is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B looks so much more appealing right now. &lt;br /&gt;I have to GET OUT. &lt;br /&gt;NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6306252478283450145?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6306252478283450145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6306252478283450145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6306252478283450145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6306252478283450145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/sod-off.html' title='SOD OFF!!!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-810298016332731593</id><published>2009-09-05T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:13:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up. Are you?</title><content type='html'>Sigh too many expectations to fulfil.&lt;br /&gt;I gave all, and so what?&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up too?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you, you the reader love to see me join the ranks of the damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol at least my brother is helping me with the black vinyl sticker. &lt;br /&gt;Then again recently we've been helping each other ever since I got sick and he became my maid (for that time) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get away.&lt;br /&gt;From home, from school, from expectations.. from Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;RUN AWAY RUN AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;But then, it'll all catch up to me eventually.&lt;br /&gt;So whats it worth to get a quick fix from a puff of nostalgia and euphoria?&lt;br /&gt;Only to miss out later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices have to be made now. &lt;br /&gt;What I do may or may not come to anything eventually. &lt;br /&gt;'Like a dog' I say. &lt;br /&gt;My new motto for the A's.&lt;br /&gt;If not I guess theres aways opening a Mee Rebus Stall with Rahman. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 September. The Incident. Whoo hoo! =)&lt;br /&gt;Arts becoming a huge drag. Got to get it done. Fast. Like now. lol.. Yes art is being done as I type. &lt;br /&gt;I fear I may end up giving up. On everything. But whats new? &lt;br /&gt;We're either Jaded or Deluded. That or you are probably TRULY like a DOG. A Machine. Ritual Routine Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Lit can just fuck off lah.. I'm not moving anywhere. This is as far as I'm getting without practice and just my own effort. A low B i.e. 15/25... Not bad I guess. &lt;br /&gt;History. Wah lau I'm putting in the effort. So what..? Whatever lah..&lt;br /&gt;Haha most epic. Failed GP&lt;br /&gt;Failed MATHS! Ok that was mega mega disappointing. Sorry Mr Lim! Hahah the only awesome math teacher I will work hard for!&lt;br /&gt;Art theory oso failed. Hahah... Tired deproved. I guess I should just get really worked up and emo and slit my wrists eh? &lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm thats really too tiring. Doing something happy or eating happy food is better. And since I am usually alone when I'm down, I have the task of cheering myself up. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait for the Incident. Something new finally. Steven Wilson FTW.&lt;br /&gt;K I'm off to draw my tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-810298016332731593?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/810298016332731593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=810298016332731593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/810298016332731593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/810298016332731593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/fed-up-are-you.html' title='Fed up. Are you?'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6869599579080970955</id><published>2009-09-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:24:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginmink</title><content type='html'>To Love!&lt;br /&gt;A proclaimation of mine own.&lt;br /&gt;Konfusing as it is the word love,&lt;br /&gt;Just another way of saying how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now its been a gradual journey,&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;It grows with each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my drunk and aphrodisiac stupor,&lt;br /&gt;I hail thee.&lt;br /&gt;*Hic* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cointreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, even if I'm not ready now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the good thing is that I don't mind the possible future together.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw this is totally random. Shaddup Rahman)&lt;br /&gt;We are who we choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;And that is encouragment enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6869599579080970955?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6869599579080970955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6869599579080970955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6869599579080970955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6869599579080970955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/09/ginmink.html' title='Ginmink'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7672301803397851179</id><published>2009-08-31T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:46:06.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL! Qn Generator!!!</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Rahman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What would you do if Jeremy and Rahman were going out? ( EPIC )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wah lau employee and boss can have that kind of relationship ah?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can Deon be bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES VERY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you dreamt of JJ before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would Abel not be caught dead in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porno movie. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who would win in a duel, Grace or JJ? And what kind of duel would they pick, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh Depends. But i'd put my money on JJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who does Rahman like? ( EPIC 2 ) &lt;br /&gt;ME Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did you meet Bryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese class in primary one... :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Super fun fun adventure amusement park marathon with you, Sherri and Deon! How will it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nuts... Both of them are crazy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Describe Jing Ming in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top-Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's Ms Yeo to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODMA! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7672301803397851179?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7672301803397851179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7672301803397851179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7672301803397851179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7672301803397851179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol-qn-generator.html' title='LOL! Qn Generator!!!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-5711998234741923332</id><published>2009-08-28T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:20:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..spoon fell into my soup!</title><content type='html'>Gahhh.. the blogger interface is still not fixed. Bleah...&lt;br /&gt;High fever, stomach flu and diahorrea for the past...2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Its been hell especially the first night.&lt;br /&gt;3 Blankets, my hoodie and no FAN. I still felt cold lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evaded Chinese Exam.. Not that I planned this or anything.. Its all Rahman's fault for passing his sickness to me. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home with nothing to do... I got back to wasting my life away again.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, Sleep, Play Com, etc...&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm better, I guess its back to LIFE. Whoopey Doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very enthusiastic eh? Maybe this whole idea of a construct and Identity has gotten to me. Where I think everything is pretty much made up. It all came from Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and so what goes up must come down,&lt;br /&gt;What has life must also die.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to something to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;An endless cycle, and its what you make of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this well and accepted. What is a person to do with his/her life?&lt;br /&gt;That whole tired thing is somehow still going on.. How much longer before I get out of this 'nest' and explore the world? &lt;br /&gt;After all, I figured the only reason why we lack a greater right to how we want to live our lives is because in this age, as a general foundation of progress, development, technology, fast paced life, it is defined by others. Those who have managed to gain power over the masses. Why should they end up decided what we should do? &lt;br /&gt;Aren't they infringing on MY right to life? &lt;br /&gt;Individuality.&lt;br /&gt;But the counter to this is that, those who live to kill have a right to do so?&lt;br /&gt;Oh confounded world. Paradox after paradox. We want freedom and rights but what about morals?&lt;br /&gt;So if theres pretty much no definite answer (as most people would conclude in the end).. then whatever lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity has locked itself in its own hands. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just convert and be blissfully ignorant till I pass away. A much simpler and less mentally tasking life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-5711998234741923332?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/5711998234741923332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=5711998234741923332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5711998234741923332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5711998234741923332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/08/spoon-fell-into-my-soup.html' title='..spoon fell into my soup!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1231696674186255608</id><published>2009-08-19T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:28:59.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing by..</title><content type='html'>Yep.. thats what prelims are... they are just rushing by. 3rd day is gone. Aside from that rather stressful and hand wrecking tuesday with art and history.. The exam timetable isn't that bad this time around.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. A compliment.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got caught up watching The Wedding Singer.&lt;br /&gt;The show was ending with this kinda epic song so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles (1980s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha enjoy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1231696674186255608?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1231696674186255608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1231696674186255608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1231696674186255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1231696674186255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/08/rushing-by.html' title='Rushing by..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6143519866403288470</id><published>2009-07-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:08:05.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah damn. _ _ _ _ D!</title><content type='html'>Lol seriously damn sleepy in school the past few days. At times I just wanna K.O. can't even keep a level head in lessons... Just.. DYING.&lt;br /&gt;Why la why. Damn weak lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la quite cool I'm doing work and studying or trying to everyday :D&lt;br /&gt;Productive or not thats the main issue here.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, principal talked about plan B And C AHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... might just go learn how to cook lah damn sian of what I do now lol..&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to be chef not bad leh. :X but its just a side ambition... probably another hobby thing like ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about going to poly LOL.. might have to go poly leh if dun make it to uni. Considering even if I put in godlike effort... 70 points not gonna cut it for the Arts course in uni lor..&lt;br /&gt;Well it can be well assured that even though I will stray and do some really random and waste time stuff I will spend MORE time on studying. I just need to rant on how much effort im putting in because I've more or less resigned myself to the fact that I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what JJ said last year..."Just do it, don't think too much.." Which turns out to be quite true. Get it over and done with. It will become somewhat mechanical but oh well. Heh also my math teacher says I got potential to do well :D :D Its hilarious how I slack for 1 and a half years in math... JUST to start owning Mwahahahah... Aiyah its time spent on it la really. I spent none so I got shit results. But mid years was epic. One day before maths paper. Hee. Am boasting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't let Mr Lim down. Hes a dedicated teacher and a nice man. Beast at running oso ODAC monster. Lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about history... The days of doing well for history during secondary school are gone. Sim Keng's 'Favourite' Student LOL hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck la gotta think about what I can possibly do it future instead of going uni. Afterall its my life and I can't stay comfortable &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6143519866403288470?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6143519866403288470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6143519866403288470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6143519866403288470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6143519866403288470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/07/wah-damn-d.html' title='Wah damn. _ _ _ _ D!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3908261832157606903</id><published>2009-07-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:50:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bursting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the bubble of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh i rock cos i just came up with that. damn you all for being in such an anti-convention state.&lt;br /&gt;- firstly, rebel without a cause? lol... doesn't really matter when everything is nothing anyway does it? Do we need a cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, well thus far that... the word Nothing, is somehow a resounding 'image' in my head.&lt;br /&gt;we shall all come to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and turn to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that point of view, life is pretty much what the hell you want to do. But of course doesn't one need to consider the surroundings. After all there are many 'rules' that keep this 'reality', this human reality of life afloat. Hence, being a &lt;em&gt;being &lt;/em&gt;in this made up world, how then does one react? By his own without consideration of circumstances, or first take into account the factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh I don't really know which way is better. It just depends on your preference. You don't have a safety issue? Go ahead, whack la. If you do (apparently I do, nooo) then abide for now? Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Been in this mood you clowns are in before.. It kinda reached the peak last year? maybe. Spanned since shit happened at home heh. Right now? Uhhh... im just too comfortable. I think i've mentioned it before heh. Maybe because after all the rebelling, my dad's no longer bugging me, my studies, my life has pretty much been handed to me on a platter. No curfew, hardly anyone at home can stop me. Up till now I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do... what course in uni. just a few recurring words... literature, philosophy... art? This inclinatio wasn't ingrained, but I guess it grew over the years and its what I feel and think that I like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bubble of life hasn't broken. yet. when shit hits the fan it will... just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;...i bet I'll be lost and in a daze as usual =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3908261832157606903?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3908261832157606903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3908261832157606903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3908261832157606903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3908261832157606903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubble-of-life.html' title='Bubble of life.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3101108995940281527</id><published>2009-06-29T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:56:37.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Tis' Foul.</title><content type='html'>Just woke up awhile ago... 3 am wheee...&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like being awake at inhumane hours. Its peaceful.. I'd like some sunlight with this same silence but pah. Heh oh its cooling too.. *is wearing a jacket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It really is too sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Is this some cruel joke that has gone too far?&lt;br /&gt;Geez..&lt;br /&gt;The pain you feel is unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;But stay strong and carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3101108995940281527?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3101108995940281527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3101108995940281527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3101108995940281527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3101108995940281527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-tis-foul.html' title='Oh! Tis&apos; Foul.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3773550536239003891</id><published>2009-06-23T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:21:22.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really it?</title><content type='html'>...sigh this is gonna come back and haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes fear the vagueness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to finish my work! I have been working diligently for two days now...&lt;br /&gt;Nearly done with HISTORY...&lt;br /&gt;Still have ART and LIT and GP OH My!&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha, I'm doomed lah..&lt;br /&gt;.. self- contradiction is beyond annoying. GAH AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy myself better off in an asylum.&lt;br /&gt;Gone bonkers, just stuck alone in maddening solitude.&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes... if it does... I do sincerely hope that something in my body, especially vital organs would give up and die so that I, would soon follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... it will be over soon... don't be hasty... another 40-60 years more.. to freedom and liberation! TO NOTHINGNESS! or hell. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Just got to bullshit my way for that much longer :D&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit gets you places. Hardwork... not as much..&lt;br /&gt;Besides it also depends on where you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the stone you're crawling under&lt;br /&gt;Gets lifted off your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Once the cloud thats raining, over your head&lt;br /&gt;Dissappear.&lt;br /&gt;Its the crashing down of hollow years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3773550536239003891?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3773550536239003891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3773550536239003891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3773550536239003891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3773550536239003891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-this-really-it.html' title='Is this really it?'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1168469202562122855</id><published>2009-06-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:28:54.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the way things work.</title><content type='html'>Just be. Let it be oh Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing, and be accepting.&lt;br /&gt;How do I live with it?&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a lot that is out of place and wrong...&lt;br /&gt;But its just too comfortable sitting here and doing &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Suffer in silence or suffer alone either way its the same.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak. Give me silence, give me peace.&lt;br /&gt;The day this voice breaks out,&lt;br /&gt;The Lights will out.&lt;br /&gt;The sky turned dark with no moon no stars,&lt;br /&gt;This is my problem and I am &lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt; without a doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1168469202562122855?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1168469202562122855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1168469202562122855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1168469202562122855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1168469202562122855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-things-work.html' title='the way things work.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6802523542404217910</id><published>2009-06-10T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:15:51.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Can Be Said.</title><content type='html'>IRONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway..&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd love to stay out till late and party.&lt;br /&gt;=\ I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing complicated about the system at all.&lt;br /&gt;It is there, it works but makes people feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing means anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Past, present, future.&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sent me on this &lt;em&gt;quest &lt;/em&gt;anyway?&lt;br /&gt;There is none to blame. No greater being/ thing/ to acuse.&lt;br /&gt;It is all a construct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just carry on and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6802523542404217910?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6802523542404217910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6802523542404217910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6802523542404217910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6802523542404217910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-can-be-said.html' title='Nothing Can Be Said.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3612086401298863615</id><published>2009-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:22:58.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chardonnay! 08</title><content type='html'>Hahaha shit wine lawl.. Ah well Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome play heh. Although the archaic language doesn't really fit the modern setting. Heck lol. It was decently funny (yes shakespeare you have finally succeeded in making people laugh..gah)&lt;br /&gt;and so tonight before I go back into Hell's Kitchen(tm) LOL&lt;br /&gt;I say in a slightly tipsy frame of mind...&lt;br /&gt;I shall do as much as I can for art during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Attempt...ATTEMPT to complete holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;WHILE... try to have my own leisure time as well...&lt;br /&gt;Tough eh? Yes I know =.=&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't get half of what I say here done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I bought Blake's selected poetry! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;A toast to JUNE! The month in 09' OF HELL, HOMEWORK and some SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;fukitol. Gewdknight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3612086401298863615?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3612086401298863615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3612086401298863615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3612086401298863615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3612086401298863615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/05/chardonnay-08.html' title='Chardonnay! 08'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1865124650464702908</id><published>2009-05-19T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:00:01.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sky of Cranes</title><content type='html'>This is progress. Buildings, more buildings to replace old ones.&lt;br /&gt;Places never stay the same and so you begin to question your memories.&lt;br /&gt;Kick back relax. The insanity is over; maths and history in a single day. meh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I feeling like I'll actually do better this time.. Definitely put in more effort.&lt;br /&gt;Popiah and Egg Tart. Yum. Simple food. Good food.&lt;br /&gt;...wait for sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn conforming to heck. No way.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but one soul.&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the truly confused and incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;and soon fade away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1865124650464702908?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1865124650464702908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1865124650464702908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1865124650464702908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1865124650464702908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/05/sky-of-cranes.html' title='A Sky of Cranes'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-178149061004903241</id><published>2009-05-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:13:23.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you musta been SO HIGH!</title><content type='html'>Tool - The Pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2F_hGwD26g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2F_hGwD26g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting video &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-178149061004903241?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/178149061004903241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=178149061004903241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/178149061004903241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/178149061004903241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-musta-been-so-high.html' title='you musta been SO HIGH!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7014842360165592032</id><published>2009-05-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:23:39.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudless Sky</title><content type='html'>ahh, school is becoming a pain and a burden. Then again hasn't it always been?&lt;br /&gt;Well... in SR yes =.=&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, its the only school (maybe its just jc life) that I've wanted to pon so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Note: has perfect attendance in secondary school even when I was feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Moving on... the future is troublesome and daunting to think about. I see it as a way of preparing myself so that I don't need to think that much in future by pre-empting problems hm...&lt;br /&gt;Really not sure what I'm going to do in future. I got my options but I guess I don't want to settle with something because I like to take things as they come. More spontaneous, not one who plans. Hmm, I guess that means I'm quite unstable... but not in a sense that I'm unable to balance on my own two feet but more uhh unpredictable? Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn people in JC are catching on to my laziness. Ahhhhhhhh It is my greatest 'sin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am really self-indulgent. Fountain Pen? Really, in this scrimp and save, fast paced era... HA! but whatever screw convention. I say fountain pens are convinient... buy one stick to one just need to buy new ink bottle every... I dunno actually haven't used up an ink bottle yet. Saves me the trouble of buying refills though. See laziness has its benefits. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, just hope that when the fog clears I don't find myself in a shithole or quicksand or a dump or... yea you get the picture..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7014842360165592032?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7014842360165592032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7014842360165592032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7014842360165592032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7014842360165592032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloudless-sky.html' title='Cloudless Sky'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7010859017106054465</id><published>2009-05-02T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:23:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiced Chai... Getting out of this slump.</title><content type='html'>Hurrah! I bought Chai from coffeebean! and it tastes shiok lol.&lt;br /&gt;But the best chai is still served at... Esplanade NLB cafe *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea is fantastic really. Hahaha, depending on what kind of tea; different combinations, all can have a different and desired effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I finally started studying history, gonna keep going &gt;_&gt; two more weeks of &lt;em&gt;hell &lt;/em&gt;as Ms Kwa so wonderfully puts. Art is gonna be epic too.. Wheee&lt;br /&gt;The B grade thing is annoying.. heck aiming for A. Ms Chew is just gonna BURST i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my master plan will pay off this time.. I'm finally working hard lol..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... don't really know how or what to say to some people nowadays. Reconstruct, reinvent? Or decide to drop it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm really sorry for all the pang seying that has been going on. Esp to Rahman and Deon lol... you know me, I am willing to find the time.. school's just hectic. See you dudes soon :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to studying history~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7010859017106054465?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7010859017106054465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7010859017106054465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7010859017106054465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7010859017106054465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/05/spiced-chai-getting-out-of-this-slump.html' title='Spiced Chai... Getting out of this slump.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-989670723001001913</id><published>2009-04-23T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:28:51.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fistful of Colours and a nation full of posers.</title><content type='html'>What the hell seriously. SG is Sooo damn messed up.&lt;br /&gt;We try to embrace Western culture but keep our Asian roots/values?&lt;br /&gt;We try so hard to be 'original' it becomes a trend.&lt;br /&gt;We want what others have, hence a herd mentality.&lt;br /&gt;Where has individualism gone? Heck has it ever been around?&lt;br /&gt;Not a revolution but a Renaissance! Instead of making others conform to your ideals/beliefs, make people have their own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you agree or not? All the more disagree. How else are we going to be different?&lt;br /&gt;Painful irony about SG is it not?&lt;br /&gt;Collective, conformist gah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Education...&lt;br /&gt;The Singaporean Identity, the great excuse, the blanket that tries to erase all segregation.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, we are still divided by race, culture, religion. You name it.&lt;br /&gt;So damn it all, this construct.&lt;br /&gt;A Lack of identity from within...&lt;br /&gt;Unable to move on due to the annoying majority. Which mind you everyone has been part of, because we stand out as a nation, not as individuals. Even myself. Ahhh frustration...&lt;br /&gt;I do not need &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not who I am."&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;The bureaucracy is tapped and wired.&lt;br /&gt;Do we truly want to speak out?&lt;br /&gt;Is Speakers' Corner given because there is no fear of someone who can actually cause change?&lt;br /&gt;It is a mockery of our right to speak.&lt;br /&gt;There it is, a physical representation of your right, but are you exercising it?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;We have been figured out through and through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-989670723001001913?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/989670723001001913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=989670723001001913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/989670723001001913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/989670723001001913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/04/fistful-of-colours-and-nation-full-of.html' title='Fistful of Colours and a nation full of posers.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4322599751833393640</id><published>2009-04-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:07:32.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Man</title><content type='html'>Creation upon nothing;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;No one needs saving&lt;br /&gt;In this dreaded place we appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat has two antlers,&lt;br /&gt;The dog has webbed feet.&lt;br /&gt;Merlot from the French Cellars -&lt;br /&gt;High, as high and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Bows bent and drawn.&lt;br /&gt;And to my disdain&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is ripped and torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the path&lt;br /&gt;Which I take every day,&lt;br /&gt;And I notice soon enough&lt;br /&gt;This small tuff of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smouldering in the bristling heat -&lt;br /&gt;O' mighty Apollo!&lt;br /&gt;His rays of heat meet&lt;br /&gt;And disintegration soon follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... have fun. Wasted day in art... didn't get anything done. Tomorrow is RockFest! Yay! Performing with this crazy bunch is rocking. Who knows what kind of nonsense will happen tmr?&lt;br /&gt;Meh... but for now homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug on... Mug on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4322599751833393640?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4322599751833393640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4322599751833393640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4322599751833393640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4322599751833393640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/04/silent-man.html' title='The Silent Man'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-5257358453946512432</id><published>2009-04-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:06:08.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunned.</title><content type='html'>Just watched a documentary on A. Crowley..&lt;br /&gt;Really really really shocking. His ideas, actions... EVERYTHING. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;I mean sure I'd like to be able to do whatever I wanted but there is still a need for some order in life.&lt;br /&gt;He was a man really into what he wanted to do. Very much an active participant in his life. Taking control of it. Did he know the consequences? Or did he just not care?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm a passivist. More or less not really active in anything. Lazing about all day long. Gave up on many things. One of which was religion. Ugh.. Then there was the Ayn Rand period of time. What the hell seriously.. Guess I'm too afraid to do anything really. And yet I'm also quite a daring person, depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what the hell.. I have my issues and they are being put on hold for the time being so I can complete my bloody studies. Wonder whats going to happen after that... I'll be free after A's. Shit I better pass my Napfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep my sanity in a world full of false fronts, and trying to stay true to what I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-5257358453946512432?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/5257358453946512432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=5257358453946512432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5257358453946512432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5257358453946512432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/04/stunned.html' title='Stunned.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6688122689889283549</id><published>2009-04-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:08:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slept TONS!</title><content type='html'>Whew.. just officially woke up.. 3pm. Slept last night at 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;:\ Just couldn't get down to do any work when I woke up in the morning... so I went back to sleep. I guess I just needed some more rest. I finally got up and I've got a long weekend ahead with tons to do. Homework mainly and catching up. Geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its not too late. I have been paying attention more in class, I've gotten out of my slump working towards being on the ball for lessons. All you need are simple good habits!&lt;br /&gt;Onward to better essays and more maths questions attempted during Maths exam :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, PW.. I got a B. Fairly ok IMO. Its just how you look at it really..&lt;br /&gt;I could emo about the B but meh.. and I pretty much know where I screwed up lol.. It was during the Oral Presentation :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the.. why are the lit teachers hounding me and using the B grade against me...&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm happy I got a B, I never said anything else after that. Why the hell do you keep pestering me about it?!?! Leave me be to do my work, maybe I'll get another good grade for the next lit essay who knows? I can't guarantee that yet =.= But the pressure is not helping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well off to read history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6688122689889283549?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6688122689889283549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6688122689889283549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6688122689889283549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6688122689889283549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/04/slept-tons.html' title='Slept TONS!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-392133155187149019</id><published>2009-03-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:22:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaw</title><content type='html'>Bah its getting really irritating, myself.&lt;br /&gt;I always have a tendency to start on something, eg a project and then stop half way... and move on to starting something else. Nothing seems to be getting done.. Bad management/ discipline.. GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;And my ideas, pfft, if you can even call them ideas are so damn disparate. Its all over the place. I find it difficult to categorize ideas or for a common theme. And because of this my Coursework for Art is sufferring. Hella lot. I need to get stuff done by this week. If not. GG So, top priority this week is art. Of course get some studying done but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, this is bad long term, really. Rahman save me! AHH!!! No more tired. Have to stop having the slack mentality. I'm gonna cha... ahhhh...ti... CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.. really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh disheartening day tis was... Had no face to talk to Ms Kwa at all. Didn't even say bye when I left. . . Its not that im sian of art... I'm sick of my attitude, and my ideas. I need to rethink a lot of them and discard most. Get rid of prejudices against certain categories of people. Lawl. This also means I'm not going to sleep well for the next month or so and not want to go out much. Meh so be it. I have to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-392133155187149019?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/392133155187149019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=392133155187149019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/392133155187149019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/392133155187149019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/03/flaw.html' title='Flaw'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1310411749138785107</id><published>2009-03-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:01:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/Sc-pZIJ8SJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/53dxucNlUWg/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318655934098851986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/Sc-pZIJ8SJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/53dxucNlUWg/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1310411749138785107?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1310411749138785107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1310411749138785107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1310411749138785107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1310411749138785107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/03/brands.html' title='Brands'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/Sc-pZIJ8SJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/53dxucNlUWg/s72-c/DSC01732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615707714738770031.post-9060961980826073229</id><published>2009-03-27T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:09:40.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar BBQ!</title><content type='html'>Woah! I never knew the new J1 batch were such fun people. Hahaha, they're really great... Not to mention they can play guitar with a decent amount of skill =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games were hilarious. Esp the dress up game, some of the guys were really enthu like Moose. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the seniors came back, hahah I was told that they're a friendly and extremely fun bunch. Maybe I should have participated more in Guitar Ensemble. =\ But due to my prejudice ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suchen Christine Lim came to our school to give a talk today. Heh, but in general she was just trying to tell us that she was way past the text she wrote 15 years ago (which we are currently studying). Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, the complications. Oh the effect of the Divine food. The... happy food. Gotta go to Hard Rock cafe soon on Acoustic Night. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go get myself a swig of baileys before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Damn sweet potato is good. Mmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-9060961980826073229?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/9060961980826073229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=9060961980826073229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9060961980826073229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9060961980826073229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/03/guitar-bbq.html' title='Guitar BBQ!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1159778617298420595</id><published>2009-03-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:40:20.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Dreams &amp; A Tired State of Mind</title><content type='html'>Ok so... I had this really funny dream the other day... where I was being chased by some mafia mob people in a shopping mall. :\ silly thing was, I was getting shot at but I wasn't dying. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought A Tired State of Mind would be a somewhat possibly cool album title. =x&lt;br /&gt;But nonsense aside. Pathet marks for CTs man. But on the plus side I got a B for an unseen poetry essay for Lit. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;That and I got a D for GP which is quite good. Got to aim higher for a B or something heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to tomorrow's CCA games plan. And BBQ yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly the one week break wasn't enough to meet up with some friends. But it was good nonetheless. Thank you guys for just chillin' and thank you Rahman for your cooking skills :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school week one. Already its getting fked up.. With extended timetable slots. Sigh. I get home everyday at 7. How the fishcake do you expect me to study... AWAKE. =.= Its bloody tiring lah morning till evening in school. And a Two day Study break isn't going to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, but we all have great teachers in the school. Really crazy teachers actually... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a poem because I haven't put one up in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day Is Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is done, and the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Falls from the wings of Night,&lt;br /&gt;As a feather is wafted downward&lt;br /&gt;From an eagle in his flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the lights of the village&lt;br /&gt;Gleam through the rain and the mist,&lt;br /&gt;And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me&lt;br /&gt;That my soul cannot resist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of sadness and longing,&lt;br /&gt;That is not akin to pain,&lt;br /&gt;And resembles sorrow only&lt;br /&gt;As the mist resembles the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, read to me some poem,&lt;br /&gt;Some simple and heartfelt lay,&lt;br /&gt;That shall soothe this restless feeling,&lt;br /&gt;And banish the thoughts of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from the grand old masters,&lt;br /&gt;Not from the bards sublime,&lt;br /&gt;Whose distant footsteps echo&lt;br /&gt;Through the corridors of Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, like strains of martial music,&lt;br /&gt;Their mighty thoughts suggest&lt;br /&gt;Life's endless toil and endeavor;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I long for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read from some humbler poet,&lt;br /&gt;Whose songs gushed from his heart,&lt;br /&gt;As showers from the clouds of summer,&lt;br /&gt;Or tears from the eyelids start;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, through long days of labour,&lt;br /&gt;And nights devoid of ease,&lt;br /&gt;Still heard in his soul the music&lt;br /&gt;Of wonderful melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such songs have power to quiet&lt;br /&gt;The restless pulse of care,&lt;br /&gt;And come like the benediction&lt;br /&gt;That follows after prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read from the treasured volume&lt;br /&gt;The poem of thy choice,&lt;br /&gt;And lend to the rhyme of the poet&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of thy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night shall be filled with music,&lt;br /&gt;And the cares, that infest the day,&lt;br /&gt;Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,&lt;br /&gt;And as silently steal away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1159778617298420595?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1159778617298420595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1159778617298420595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1159778617298420595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1159778617298420595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-dreams-tired-state-of-mind.html' title='Funny Dreams &amp; A Tired State of Mind'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6867327464316849280</id><published>2009-03-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:16:19.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Time</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo! I'm stuck on this song titled Wasted Time by Edguy.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Its a sexy song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swordfish Collar and Baked Ginza Salmon.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Ok la wasn't bursting after the Swordfish Collar. It was... filling. Bursting would be 25-30 plates at Sakae Sushi? Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Common Tests. Whatever, to heck with it. I'll just study as much as I can. Go for the damn thing. And look forward to getting back in touch with Guitar, Kenjutsu, Wing Chun, Philosophy, Books in general, Harmonica (If I have time).. oh and studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite shocked with recent events..&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts like what the f*** am I doing and... well yea.. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Its really interesting to find someone who thinks the same way.. How self-centred of me but ah well...&lt;br /&gt;It is an inescapable fact.&lt;br /&gt;In any case I shall say this again... but note the connotations are not what they seem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M DOOMED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, life is just getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;was it all?.. meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6867327464316849280?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6867327464316849280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6867327464316849280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6867327464316849280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6867327464316849280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/03/wasted-time.html' title='Wasted Time'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4253499889118599817</id><published>2009-02-22T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:50:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>Life is a joke. Really. Its just too funny to be moping around feeling sad and sore.&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened over the past two or three weeks. My head and my heart has gone through a rollercoaster in hell.&lt;br /&gt;My aching head..&lt;br /&gt;Its not helping that the doctor said I have high blood pressure? :S&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just get angry a lot eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down. Chill. I need to . . . channel my energies into music.. lololol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. People come and go in life.. Its not up to you to decide really... Its just how things are. Painful yes but ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've got my life back, currently the phase is to pick up on things I dropped when I started all that nonsense... It is hard to re-establish yourself with other people. As much as I wished I had made a better decision, it is a bit too late to regret now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha But this week has been swell. Ms Toh is into Dream Theater?!?! WHAT?! *screaming inside*&lt;br /&gt;R &amp;amp; D are... no more. *bloody headache*&lt;br /&gt;I have a God ma now! Yay! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I live and hope for better days to come =)&lt;br /&gt;15 days. It begins. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4253499889118599817?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4253499889118599817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4253499889118599817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4253499889118599817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4253499889118599817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4146185432594393030</id><published>2009-02-15T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:36:37.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Time</title><content type='html'>Ah... I am so relieved today. :D&lt;br /&gt;Record timing sia one week to get over someone. (Ok la quite obvious but who cares, it shall remain hopefully ambigious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being understanding..&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said &amp;amp; done every single stupid thing imaginable.. or not but still its quite a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view I've gained somewhat a victory =P &lt;br /&gt;Just hope time doesn't pass too soon this year.. Else I'm going to miss being around you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just so damn screwed because I have a test tomorrow. No wait. TWO TESTS. And Lit rehearsals. BACKSIDE LAH =.=&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad to be back to being me. Whoo hoo! Kk tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4146185432594393030?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4146185432594393030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4146185432594393030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4146185432594393030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4146185432594393030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-time.html' title='Take the Time'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4067500982239581713</id><published>2009-01-22T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:10:59.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius he say, "Man who rides on a boat full of holes has sinking feeling."</title><content type='html'>Alright. Just a little Confucius joke.. Its epic because it has a one two punch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so far life has been hectic with performance practice.&lt;br /&gt;And yet it has been rather.. ok VERY funny. Especially for the actors preparing for Lit night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare... is one sick sonuva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been very tiring. Zzz everyday KOed sia...&lt;br /&gt;I should watch Chaos in Motion tonight.. Been waiting ever since the week end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just realised what a useless guitarist I am. *sigh* I can't even strum well. Wtf. Ok self doubt moment... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, I really need to stop all this dead end thinking. Its a habit already. I want something concrete, evidence, proof, confirmation. Its a good thing but sometimes its bad.&lt;br /&gt;Got to loosen up a bit too... yea... And its really annoying when other people get involved. Screws things up.&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Leave options open, nothing is set in stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres still some left unsaid... Until a better time arrives.&lt;br /&gt;please work out in a favourable way... hahah is it really too much to ask? Bleah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hannah is going away. Begone girly-like thing, you have been a pest! Now Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;ok tired. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4067500982239581713?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4067500982239581713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4067500982239581713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4067500982239581713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4067500982239581713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/01/confucius-he-say-man-who-rides-on-boat.html' title='Confucius he say, &quot;Man who rides on a boat full of holes has sinking feeling.&quot;'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7165310691687955113</id><published>2009-01-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:57:30.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to keep tabs</title><content type='html'>Heres a list of songs I WILL learn in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shallow sleep - Hyde&lt;br /&gt;californication - RHCP&lt;br /&gt;betterman - Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juliet - Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Gold - Sting&lt;br /&gt;On Every Street - Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen - Hyde&lt;br /&gt;虹彩 - alicenine&lt;br /&gt;silent man - Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;By The Way - RHCP&lt;br /&gt;Niji - L'Arc En Ciel&lt;br /&gt;Life - YUI&lt;br /&gt;Hollow Years - Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to learn two songs in the past...3 days? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazarus&lt;br /&gt;Solitary Shell ( just awhile ago, minus the solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta relearn some songs too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Narcotic&lt;br /&gt;Blackest Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Rose&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here (solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7165310691687955113?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7165310691687955113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7165310691687955113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7165310691687955113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7165310691687955113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-to-keep-tabs.html' title='Just to keep tabs'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-776116293170726664</id><published>2009-01-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:28:32.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went for walk about..</title><content type='html'>Those who have watched the movie Australia will know the significance of the title.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. As I ended up realising, wanting to go to the botanical gardens is something you have to do yourself.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably why I chiong through the whole place in about 2 hours? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I was really impressed with the place, with all the upgrading they've done so far. Fuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen the Eco Garden and the Jacobs _____ Children's Garden yet though. I was simply.. too.. yep you know its coming... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The National Orchid Garden was... FANTASTIC! except for the breeds of orchids that were named after certain people Singapore is on good terms with. Those were rather... weird. meh.&lt;br /&gt;$1 well spent hahah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I reached the visitor centre I was damn tired and hungry. So I ate... and left! Lol... took a cab to Sommerset then went home to slack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on went to meet JM and Grace for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Curry lawl. No money to pay on the spot so... yea the two of them with CREDIT CARDS went to draw moneys. I owe JM money now. $12 =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to talk at some nice steps alongside a historical river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTO SPAM TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN0LqbbDlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3csXy4fCSDU/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288198131179785810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN0LqbbDlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3csXy4fCSDU/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN09x9SrUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uw2W8K-oW3g/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288198992194350402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN09x9SrUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uw2W8K-oW3g/s320/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN1nC8vVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nVZFGJfUbWw/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288199701130073458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN1nC8vVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nVZFGJfUbWw/s320/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3mOvLflI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bC_9UpQshSs/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288201886137810514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3mOvLflI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bC_9UpQshSs/s320/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3l00d0aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CdRuMDgQ454/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288201879180661154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3l00d0aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CdRuMDgQ454/s320/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3ldM3BzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JD2nWvuWnBg/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288201872840525618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3ldM3BzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JD2nWvuWnBg/s320/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3k-QEgGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ANzWiujvy5k/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288201864532492386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3k-QEgGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ANzWiujvy5k/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3kjHa8LI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bgNTuDL2ECk/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288201857248456882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN3kjHa8LI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bgNTuDL2ECk/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-776116293170726664?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/776116293170726664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=776116293170726664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/776116293170726664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/776116293170726664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-for-walk-about.html' title='Went for walk about..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SLBTleaJo4g/SWN0LqbbDlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3csXy4fCSDU/s72-c/DSC01310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615707714738770031.post-6170705863504664851</id><published>2009-01-04T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:10:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music C'est la vie!</title><content type='html'>Harmonica!&lt;br /&gt;Yea! Well I'm thinking of picking up the harmonica since I've been looking for something easy to express myself with. Other than whistling which is fun but :\&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm not there yet with guitar. I'm hoping harmonicas' gonna help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure which one to get though but I ended up watching a heap of videos on the harmonica and read up on it.&lt;br /&gt;Its recommended I get one in the key of C to begin with. Preferably one with 10 holes.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mouth/tongue action going on.. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really great that I picked up guitar at the end of 07, along with Kenjutsu. Though I'm still a beginner at both. It has kept me occupied and away from my online gaming tendencies. Time spent on that I reckon could have been better spent doing other things. Considering I started reading quite late? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of A Blank Planet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get to the jamming level. *sigh* whenever thats gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I heard this super cool line from Yoda while I was watching tv..&lt;br /&gt;he said, &lt;em&gt;"You must learn to let go of the things you fear to lose the most..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? Whatever lol. Its an Abel thing I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm looking forward to Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;A walk in a huge park lol.&lt;br /&gt;Aim of the day is to... Relax... So yea. Just slack (one of the things I'm better at :P)&lt;br /&gt;I guess food is my responsibility so I'll get that down tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and having a tired attitude towards everything generally makes you calmer because you don't give a crap about much. :\ its not good all the time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit project tomorrow with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early ...&lt;br /&gt;Right.. and Frost* is pretty rockin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6170705863504664851?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6170705863504664851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6170705863504664851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6170705863504664851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6170705863504664851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-cest-la-vie.html' title='Music C&apos;est la vie!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3300756988913958739</id><published>2009-01-01T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:29:18.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One ridiculous dream after another..</title><content type='html'>Whoo hoo spent the day sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;I think I went back to sleep about 5 times? And each time it was some crap retarded dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to get history done by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to do/ not wanting to do anything equates to a really dull point in life.&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, but at least im awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Rahman in a few days to mug. That'd be good. Haven't spoken to him in awhile. Haven't studied in ages. What with all that crap about studying during the holidays turned out to be a lot of fun instead. Which is good but like having too much alcohol the night before, right now my head is really messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I manage to muster the enthusiasm to go to the Botanical Gardens, heck yea I'm going. B says that place is powerful now lol.. Yes powerful is a new word that has caught on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really time to start focusing on doing well for A's&lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to Ms Yeo and Mdm Robyn Wong in 08.&lt;br /&gt;Haha lawl, I won't even be taught by my CT this year because she teaches Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the rebellion of 08. Even though my dad hasn't changed, there has been less hoo-hah at home. Or maybe thats because I've been out a lot. Ah figures. I don't feel like I'm a part of the family anymore. Don't even take part in family gatherings as much as I used to. Much as I fought (literally) for something good. All that, meh it seems I've given up already. They need to get over their own problems and issues. I was never involved in this fight to begin with, hence why nothing I do affects it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure, to quote JJ, the one constant in the World is Change. As with life, everything progresses. For good or for bad. Back when I was talking to this nice lady in the hospital, whom my aunt paid to talk to me. She said that I would have to be prepared to accept that my dad would carry on this way. So, over the years.. with all the fights and arguments, my mom is tired. So am I and so is my brother. Haha, I bet my dad feels sian also. Hopefully he gets sick of it enough to turn it around. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Congrats to Bryan for knifing his finger. Oww that looked like it hurt a lot. We were relating it back to that short clip we saw in the theatres about not being focused lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that talk. When it comes down to it, one has to do something; make a move. For some things I'm glad that I tried. Whether I failed or succeeded or that I am still trying. At the very least, some effort has been put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do history. Gah. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3300756988913958739?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3300756988913958739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3300756988913958739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3300756988913958739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3300756988913958739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-ridiculous-dream-after-another.html' title='One ridiculous dream after another..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3070360763620989559</id><published>2008-12-30T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:18:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much left unsaid..</title><content type='html'>Hurray for it is the day before a New Year! 31st of December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. I have my own opinion on Time but for the sake of being human I shall comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rough idea where I'm headed in life.&lt;br /&gt;This vision was rather deflected at the beginning of this year. With my crazy and impulsive want to be some ship Captain.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I can appreciate and what I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure of some things... wishing it would just go my way, but heck it probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;as Abel put rather morbidly.. one has to learn to let go. (Think at the edge of a cliff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit disappointed. hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do next year. Will my art take me anywhere? In Art I guess Ideas without Skill equates to crap. However if I can think of a way to show my idea without requiring that much skill. It would work to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I blow up again next year I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 17, (its just a number but..) I feel like I'm going to miss being alive. (ALREADY? WTF)&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, over dramatic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see next year now won't we.&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions... HMM..&lt;br /&gt;As always.. continue to enjoy life my way. I don't mind following sometimes but bah..&lt;br /&gt;Work my butt off. (like last mi...nvm)&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep friendships alive despite much doubt and fear.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course improve in guitar and swordsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh there about..&lt;br /&gt;off to bed&lt;br /&gt;- a very tired person..&lt;br /&gt;~yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3070360763620989559?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3070360763620989559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3070360763620989559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3070360763620989559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3070360763620989559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-left-unsaid.html' title='Much left unsaid..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-8773654242273412167</id><published>2008-12-26T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:14:42.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Over Change..</title><content type='html'>Ahh I'm paranoid but... meh I wonder whats going to happen by the end of next year..&lt;br /&gt;What will change?&lt;br /&gt;To the World, Singapore, my friends and myself..&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't go South but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;And that change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Yes Man today.&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about. As always... Sometimes I get annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;It is a good show... great fun hahaha lots of laughter and one HUGE sexual innuendo at the end LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all grow tired of being gloomy and knowing the World is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;Can't run. And I don't know what I can do to change things.. Nothing I suppose unless I become president. Which is very funny yes I know. Whatever la... If people spent more time looking at the situation of the Earth as it is now instead of praying and devoting their lives to some dude in the heavens. I reckon he'd be pleasantly surprised. But thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in conclusion this is a mindful rant, that serves only to express my worries. Nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-8773654242273412167?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/8773654242273412167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=8773654242273412167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8773654242273412167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8773654242273412167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/12/worry-over-change.html' title='Worry Over Change..'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7954008167515976498</id><published>2008-12-17T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:17:21.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Tea &amp; Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>Hmm... we'll I'm hoping I made the right link that tea does help you to lose weight...&lt;br /&gt;because it cleanses your body and makes you pee a lot =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm a pot of tea all to myself...&lt;br /&gt;A pot of tea with no one to drink with...&lt;br /&gt;An excellent pot of green tea nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are running away again... and I've yet to start any work at all.&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;Is still confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IP MUN (EEP MAN) LAWL. DESIRE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;- sleep -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7954008167515976498?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7954008167515976498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7954008167515976498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7954008167515976498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7954008167515976498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/12/green-tea-weight-loss.html' title='Green Tea &amp; Weight Loss'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-5297915122938652974</id><published>2008-12-11T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:56:40.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Watched a late night...well 9.30pm does that count?&lt;br /&gt;The Day The World Stood Still.&lt;br /&gt;Whee as usual... went to the theatre to decide the movie and the time.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even know who was the starring actor in the movie until I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves.&lt;br /&gt;Matrix dude lol. This time he comes back as an alien. Doh&lt;br /&gt;At the start it felt like Armageddon all over again... Earth was going to get blown up by huge meteorite thing... Bleah so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Later it turned out to be a movie about the environment, mankind and life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring, despite the lack of epicness in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Felt a great sense of satisfaction at the part where the whole world shut down and everyone just stopped.&lt;br /&gt;What would we be doing if we all just stopped the world running?&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats just me not accepting that that is all there is to life - Identity's we get to pick from a vast list (thought exhaustible); jobs/lifestyles yet again from an exhaustible list.&lt;br /&gt;I conclude as always that the big question that is life can be answered any way one wishes to. There is no right or wrong. Its really up to you.&lt;br /&gt;So if life sucks then I guess it sucks to be you? :\ Heh wtf eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega drama at Kelgene's too lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-5297915122938652974?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/5297915122938652974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=5297915122938652974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5297915122938652974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/5297915122938652974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-2706225487985168791</id><published>2008-12-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:25:31.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan!</title><content type='html'>Yea I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Food in Japan just surpasses anything I've had so far. Even their pocky has a better taste lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sukiyaki is definately the top food there. Ate the most during that meal... A whole plate of pork cooked in boiling hot soy sauce broth. Yumm..&lt;br /&gt;Eating buddies Ann and Ambrose ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience? Not what I expected. Much better! =D  Kyoto is beautiful. Buildings, landscape... Sugoi.&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel genuinely interested in learning Japanese language lol... Before it was just the anime crazy and following friends to take the language course. Right now, hmm yea I may just go learn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year after Alvl's I want to go back to Japan. Along with Leonard and Grace if possible. Though I predict both will pang seh me during the trip because we all want to see different parts of Japan. In which case I really should learn the language so I don't get lost. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hoo. And no I am not becoming obsessed. The scenery there is just fantastic. May have to go there and sketch lol &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-2706225487985168791?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/2706225487985168791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=2706225487985168791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2706225487985168791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2706225487985168791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/12/japan.html' title='Japan!'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7246181175179978281</id><published>2008-11-29T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:22:57.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Intense Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Whoooo! Leaving for Japan today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dire Straits - On Every Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJXuL3_WCYc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJXuL3_WCYc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacred and profane&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete&lt;br /&gt;And its your face Im looking for on every street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ladykiller - regulation tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Silver spurs on his heels&lt;br /&gt;Says - what can I tell you as Im standing next to you&lt;br /&gt;She threw herself under my wheels&lt;br /&gt;Oh its a dangerous road&lt;br /&gt;And a hazardous load&lt;br /&gt;And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat&lt;br /&gt;And its your face Im looking for on every street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A three-chord symphony crashes into space&lt;br /&gt;The moon is hanging upside down&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why it is Im still on the case&lt;br /&gt;Its a ravenous townAnd you still refuse to be traced&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me such a wasteAnd every victory has a taste thats bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;And its your face Im looking for on every street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; really REALLY sad song lawl. Anyhow it pwns so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, got tons of gifts to get la.. Letsee...&lt;br /&gt;Bento Box&lt;br /&gt;Snacks (sweets, cookies etc)&lt;br /&gt;Music CDs&lt;br /&gt;Diary 09'&lt;br /&gt;Some game thing...&lt;br /&gt;A Copy of Shonen Jump (Munees lol...)&lt;br /&gt;Band Scores&lt;br /&gt;Somthing Cute&lt;br /&gt;Something for Deon&lt;br /&gt;Something for Eric&lt;br /&gt;Japanese girls for Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it :o&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the historical sites in Japan. Mount Fuji omg. Heh... Pictures pictures pictures!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have to go pack =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas comes early in december this year! Santa WJ is coming to... .ah whatever... :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7246181175179978281?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7246181175179978281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7246181175179978281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7246181175179978281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7246181175179978281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/much-intense-anticipation.html' title='Much Intense Anticipation'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7051737447674842300</id><published>2008-11-28T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:54:39.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Hmm, some goals for the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get better with pencil, graphite, charcoal..&lt;br /&gt;and paint the 3 canvases I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far advice has been given for me to imitate some artworks...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to come up with my own compositions but try to imitate the style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some revision I guess. Heh. And read more books. That about covers it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7051737447674842300?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7051737447674842300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7051737447674842300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7051737447674842300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7051737447674842300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7707236344927889431</id><published>2008-11-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:04:01.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ventis secundis, tene cursum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translatori: "Go even against the flow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote that sparked off my anti-establishmentness :\&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing it back even though I've done away with it because I became obsessed with going against everything. So much so, I just didn't want to do anything at all. Trying to get out of that right now but uhh. Its quite difficult. But at least I'm going for ALL the supplementary lessons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe my thoughts and those of others aren't so different after all. Or at least they can relate or understand. Hmm... Be more open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I really love this quote because it lights up some determination in my... uh spirit/soul/force/chi powers/magic wand? heh anyhow it sort of gave me a purpose but I realised it was quite stupid to just go against everything just because I didn't like it. Yes with more than enough help from my friends telling me about my '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every door I ever tried was locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line from Lost! by Coldplay. Well this applies mostly to my Dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone said life is for the takin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am with my hand out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitin for a ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from Goin' Where The Wind Blows by Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I guess this shows a wrong perception of life. Life is for the taking but one has to go forth and (I'll use this word to make it sound epic) conquer life. One cannot wait for a free ride, doesn't really make the journey yours if you just jump on the bandwagon and follow along is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is good; peaceful, calming, helps me to think...&lt;br /&gt;Hm, well I hope I've inspired at least someone whoever reads this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7707236344927889431?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7707236344927889431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7707236344927889431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7707236344927889431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7707236344927889431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/ventis-secundis-tene-cursum.html' title=''/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-3400347941520493640</id><published>2008-11-24T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:16:06.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.05% Alcohol and Rum</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... Abstract painting is... not me. lol. Epic fail hoo! Cept for some stuff I thought was pleasant to look at. Yay art class won't be so small. People promoted. People who are more indifferent promoted lol. Yes yes, JM if you're reading this is why lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lighter atmosphere to the class is better. Cos theres gonna be mega whining. And Mega irritating stuff. Oh yea and MISS YEO IS LEAVING ;( *tear*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... that aside the art teacher tht is teaching us now is mega nice. But we're not exactly showing appreciation, some were even quite rude to him.. wtf sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh history was hilarious. Only two people passed the test... So almost everyone has to go take a re-test tmr lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVMRgXlUtf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVMRgXlUtf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh some facebook joke video by collegehumour. Brilliant people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok tired lol side tracked to playing guitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-3400347941520493640?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/3400347941520493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=3400347941520493640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3400347941520493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/3400347941520493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/005-alcohol-and-rum.html' title='0.05% Alcohol and Rum'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-1865193052587679403</id><published>2008-11-13T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:25:30.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem - Alone on the Train</title><content type='html'>Endless contemplation&lt;br /&gt;While waiting at the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes before arrival.&lt;br /&gt;The eager crowd park at the doors,&lt;br /&gt;Their lives run at a race-pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteemed by suits and leather shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorantly armed with handheld of choice:&lt;br /&gt;PSP, iphone, Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there are fewer people,&lt;br /&gt;And yet less space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inanimates on board.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite laughable;&lt;br /&gt;This cold silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope to feel the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;From the - "life-form"&lt;br /&gt;Spaced one seat away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dream state&lt;br /&gt;And lost in their own realms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Command Input:&lt;br /&gt;Give up seat to pregnant lady.&lt;br /&gt;The signs tell them what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An infant breaks the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Crying out against the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Only to reiceve chilling stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the Creator gone?&lt;br /&gt;I send these things back with disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for a Literature assignment. Turned out alright although there isn't a recognisable form and no rhyme either. :\&lt;br /&gt;A poem on a train ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-1865193052587679403?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/1865193052587679403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=1865193052587679403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1865193052587679403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/1865193052587679403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-alone-on-train.html' title='Poem - Alone on the Train'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7859841819072364948</id><published>2008-11-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:50:23.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Where The Wind Blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzxsE0LzM7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzxsE0LzM7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said life is for the takin'&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my hand out, waiting for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I've been living on my great expectations&lt;br /&gt;What good is it when I'm stranded here and the world just passes by&lt;br /&gt;Where are the signs to help me get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;If I should stumble on my moment in time how will I know&lt;br /&gt;If the story's written on my face does it show&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough to walk on water&lt;br /&gt;Smart enough to come in out of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Or am i a fool going where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit halfway to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what's in front of me and what I left behind&lt;br /&gt;On my own its supposed to be so easy&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I've been after or have I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my chance and its coming to take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Here I am what can make it through the world&lt;br /&gt;Taking up space society's shadow&lt;br /&gt;Make room for me, make room for me, make room for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A great song by Mr. Big. At least the melodies during the song really fit the lyrics :\ I got to learn this song! How does one know if at some point in life, that sole moment will make the biggest change? How if you miss it? Uncertainties and wanting to run away from everything. Bottomline rocking song. Enjoy, who/whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7859841819072364948?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7859841819072364948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7859841819072364948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7859841819072364948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7859841819072364948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/11/goin-where-wind-blows.html' title='Goin&apos; Where The Wind Blows'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6140875142383114335</id><published>2008-10-21T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:07:41.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Conchords - I'm Not Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64a_1fWTsls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64a_1fWTsls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an epic fail way to convince someone you're not sad lol. This is hilarious. :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6140875142383114335?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6140875142383114335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6140875142383114335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6140875142383114335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6140875142383114335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/10/flight-of-conchords-im-not-crying.html' title='Flight of the Conchords - I&apos;m Not Crying'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-2778444805371642665</id><published>2008-10-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:16:29.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from The Sound of Muzak and others</title><content type='html'>The music of the future&lt;br /&gt;Will not entertain&lt;br /&gt;It's only meant to repress&lt;br /&gt;And neutralise your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that music has degraded to a point where there are repetitive lyrics, for example an entire song and just be on one word like Umbrella. :\ It sounds almost trance like when I hear a friend sing that "Please don't stop the music...music" song =.= So this song by Porcupine Tree - The Sound of Muzak - is made up of a single constant riff at the beginning to express that repetitive trance-likeness of the music of today. Its the age of pop. Music doesn't satisfy like the oldies. Wonder why people will forever love oldies but forget the lyrics to that pop song or rap song they were so into about a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Comes in silver pills&lt;br /&gt;Engineered to suit you&lt;br /&gt;Building cheaper thrills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like a drug music of today is slowly ruining the minds of people and its &lt;em&gt;cheap&lt;/em&gt; music because you can't see much effort or time spent put into make that music. What do people go for now? Do people go for band concerts because the music is good? Or is it because the frontman is cute? (Generally for girls [I'm sorry for the stereotype but its not my fault you just fit it perfectly] and some guys) I wouldn't say that rock, or metal or progressive music that I listen to is the BEST kind of music but hey, from the music I get hardwork, passion and a good taste in sound. As of today I only know ONE, girl who enjoys my kind of music. (And yea Ok I don't know that many but still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea one more thing. (Lawl Uncle moment from Jackie Chan Adventures)&lt;br /&gt;Equal rights between male and female? Go grow a dick. Geez. Yes I have to put it that crudely.&lt;br /&gt;On one end you hear equal rights for women. On the other, men must do this this this and this because you are men. Men are supposed to protect women in every sense of the word (Paula quote on the spot) =.= I am tired, are women so entirely helpless that they need protecting? I think not. But, no go on and pretend to be completely useless beings that you are. Men and women are essentially different alright. It makes sense I guess that men do more (not all) manual labor because our musculature is greater than a woman's. Ah whatever la. I guess males are not perfect either, we do have our own shortcomings. But as I see it, still better than women. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. 19th October 2008. &lt;strong&gt;Dry Lake&lt;/strong&gt; was formed.&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking to the bus stop...&lt;br /&gt;WJ said: What about water pudding *points to one*&lt;br /&gt;Rahman said: Dry lake&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and WJ said: Hey that sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it has begun. *Inject epic-moment-feeling-inducing drug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-2778444805371642665?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/2778444805371642665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=2778444805371642665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2778444805371642665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2778444805371642665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-from-sound-of-muzak-and-others.html' title='Thoughts from The Sound of Muzak and others'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-2367084076633240632</id><published>2008-10-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:30:31.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter My Heart</title><content type='html'>Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you&lt;br /&gt;As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.&lt;br /&gt;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend&lt;br /&gt;Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.&lt;br /&gt;I, like an usurped town, to another due,&lt;br /&gt;Labor to admit you, but, oh, to no end;&lt;br /&gt;Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,&lt;br /&gt;But is captived and proves weak or untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,&lt;br /&gt;But am betrothed unto your enemy:&lt;br /&gt;Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to you, imprison me, for I,&lt;br /&gt;Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,&lt;br /&gt;Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by John Donne [1573-1631]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-2367084076633240632?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/2367084076633240632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=2367084076633240632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2367084076633240632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/2367084076633240632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/10/batter-my-heart.html' title='Batter My Heart'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-7701054714401084338</id><published>2008-10-13T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:02:46.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or am I very lucky?</title><content type='html'>Yet again another round of exams which I managed to scrape through. I got about 39 for Promos alone. It will fly when I get my total points. Is it because I keep worrying over the exam results so much that when I actually get them I feel so relieved because I passed. :\&lt;br /&gt;Not the first time this happened =.= Olvls for Lit oso. Panic panic then... A1&lt;br /&gt;Doh.. wtf lah. Must work harder!&lt;br /&gt;Lit overall grade is a C.. Not extremely happy because I got it from cheap CA marks. Still got an E for Promos. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, life is moving on... Soon all the commitments and promises I made for the band and training and exericise (YES Laugh whatever.) will come and haunt me. Noooo...&lt;br /&gt;Japan trip is gonna be bursting. Most probably spend all my money on food and a few clothes..&lt;br /&gt;like 99% Food... Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo is gonna buy me sake! Meh, I doubt it though. And no I am not motivated by Sake or any alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, two totally different genres... Progressive Rock/Metal and JRock. Wtf am I doing man its quite laughable lol... Oh YEA Disguisement &lt;&lt;&lt; I so created this word. =x&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Gaiden 2. Just desiring On the SPOT&lt;br /&gt;Kelgene is back YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Quite glad people promoted. Although Derek might have some trouble... and Munees also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd! There's Hope! Onward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end off with... Guitar Ensemble just can't make it. Teaching the same old things will never get you anywhere. Who cares if you can play Old Swansea Town perfectly. Or even if you can play one of any songs from any of your favourite bands. You make your own music and thats getting somewhere. The way I see it, its just too rigid, just like the bloody education system.&lt;br /&gt;Let go of these boundaries, they only hold you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-7701054714401084338?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/7701054714401084338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=7701054714401084338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7701054714401084338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/7701054714401084338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-me-or-am-i-very-lucky.html' title='Is it me or am I very lucky?'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-9123231640838880260</id><published>2008-10-02T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:28:38.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Narcotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMA5GomwWlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMA5GomwWlc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;You keep me alone in a room full of friends&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hating&lt;br /&gt;You keep me listening to the Bends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of pointless days&lt;br /&gt;Can make this go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;You have me listless and deranged&lt;br /&gt;You have me in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;You have me distant and estranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No narcotics in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Can make this go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you&lt;br /&gt;I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find me wanting&lt;br /&gt;You find me bloodless but inspired&lt;br /&gt;You find me out&lt;br /&gt;You find me hallucinating fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No narcotics in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Can make this go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever been here before?&lt;br /&gt;Running headlong at the floor&lt;br /&gt;Leave me dreaming on a railway track&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me up and send me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porcupine Tree from their Stupid Dream album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-9123231640838880260?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/9123231640838880260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=9123231640838880260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9123231640838880260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/9123231640838880260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/10/pure-narcotic.html' title='Pure Narcotic'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-6429150124646530678</id><published>2008-09-27T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:32:50.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Not Me</title><content type='html'>Being round you is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Watching you run is making me lazy&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to buy a place in my head&lt;br /&gt;Telling me lines I've already read&lt;br /&gt;Speaking my name to try to confuse me&lt;br /&gt;Say it again youre starting to lose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats alright I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;It happens every single day&lt;br /&gt;Its all the same&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the things&lt;br /&gt;That you're expecting me to be&lt;br /&gt;Theres not enough time to live&lt;br /&gt;And all that you're expecting me to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're building my prison brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;Eating your words is making me sick&lt;br /&gt;You get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing is sacred&lt;br /&gt;You're reading my mind&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me naked&lt;br /&gt;You say I gotta give before I receive it&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'll believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the things&lt;br /&gt;That you're expecting me to be&lt;br /&gt;Theres not enough time to live&lt;br /&gt;And all that you're expecting me to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats alright I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;It happens every single day&lt;br /&gt;Its all the same&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the things&lt;br /&gt;That you're expecting me to be&lt;br /&gt;Theres not enough time to live&lt;br /&gt;And all that you're expecting me to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, suddenly reminded of this song. Got really ticked off listening to this song because it made me realise something back then lol.. Live for yourself I guess not for others' expectations of you. But of course don't make others do things for your own sake. And then again, there has to be some selfishness in everyone... :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-6429150124646530678?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/6429150124646530678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=6429150124646530678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6429150124646530678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/6429150124646530678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-not-me.html' title='You Not Me'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4981033510551334827</id><published>2008-09-27T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:13:35.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull days.</title><content type='html'>Bleah, South East Asian History is boring to the MAX.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even begin to start reading and I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Got too damned fed up, plus my dad is going about his usual stubborn nonsense that just makes me want to strangle him. Not only is he mad. He insists that my brother be taught his way, which is outdated. Its not about sticking to tradition (not that I think tradition is wonderful), its a mutating syllabus la.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz my brother is probably going to normal and I can't help him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I would have lost my cool so I went for a jog which eventually degraded into a walk and eventually I sat down at a bench around the middle of Toa Payoh to Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this damn cool dad who apparently made this cart thingy, bicycle attached to it and it was dragging another cart behind. His daughter was sitting in the back. Damn cool la.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have the company of my friends I'd be so lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm tired and I'm so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4981033510551334827?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4981033510551334827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4981033510551334827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4981033510551334827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4981033510551334827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/09/dull-days.html' title='Dull days.'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4615707714738770031.post-4521438098835696697</id><published>2008-09-24T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:21:54.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Fusiliers</title><content type='html'>And have we done with War at last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we're been lucky devils both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no need of pledge or oath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To bind our lovely friendship fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By firmer stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close bound enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By wire and wood and stake we're bound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Fricourt and by Festubert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By whipping rain, by the sun's glare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By all the misery and loud sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By a Spring day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Picard clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me the two so closely bound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we, by the wet bond of blood,&lt;br /&gt;By friendship, blossoming from mud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Death: we faced him, and we found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty in Death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In dead men breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; ROBERT GRAVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Day 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T'was a tragic day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Countless brain cells died at the frontlines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And we mourn for their loss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Day 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(today) Bleah, lit and history together the horrors. Thank Jupiter is just one paper a day from now on. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...and if I don't promote... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Must have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; positive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;outlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SNoUP_IxlpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TDUymmtHkQQ/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249530580532565650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SNoUP_IxlpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TDUymmtHkQQ/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAHA Deon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-4521438098835696697?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/4521438098835696697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=4521438098835696697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4521438098835696697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/4521438098835696697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-fusiliers.html' title='Two Fusiliers'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLBTleaJo4g/SNoUP_IxlpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TDUymmtHkQQ/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615707714738770031.post-8297430541859338224</id><published>2008-09-22T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:37:55.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War has come...</title><content type='html'>Dear War Diary of 7 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the SRJC J1 Cohort begin a week long campaign 'gainst the attack of &lt;strong&gt;The Freshly-printed-exam-scripts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, its always good to joke about these things because it makes it more bearable...and funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel started the day off with Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori. (brings back memories)&lt;br /&gt;Bent double... Knock-kneed. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed for today I spent half the time Abel did on the battlefield for I do not habour any hatred for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;We're probably going to come out of this bloodshod.. Faces hanging like a devil's sick of sin.. With vile incurable sores..blah blah blah lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we get up early and attack the Communists camp.. But we do our killing after breakfast so at about 8am yea? Known for their massive numbers... hard-to-remember phrases and words as well as outdated moral values.. Its going to be a tough fight. I fear I will lose this battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course after that is the long waited &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abacus Skirmish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which, to sum it up, the Graphic Calculators are being overthrown. (Oh it would be hellah funny if someone brought an abacus into the exam hall.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615707714738770031-8297430541859338224?l=nabeila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/feeds/8297430541859338224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615707714738770031&amp;postID=8297430541859338224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8297430541859338224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615707714738770031/posts/default/8297430541859338224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabeila.blogspot.com/2008/09/war-has-come.html' title='War has come...'/><author><name>KeRoBeRoS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
