<?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-31175646</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:36:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Friends? I do. We do.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Greed makes you bleed, reach your head and you're dead. Greed kills your mind, and your pride, a PARASITE!!" -Taken from my own brain, Idiot. You see how GREED and $money$ CAN kill your lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-116490438643776121</id><published>2006-12-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:33:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/1600/17054/lkf101-sr_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/320/640810/lkf101-sr_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this gorgeous?? I'm fucking obsessed with sharp teeth =D. In fact anything thats sharp, i love it. swords, arrowheads, crossbow bolts, axes.. im a medieval kid, and to grow in this brick house isnt so      medieval-like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/1600/490753/2989260255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/320/57894/2989260255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so thats me(left), in the middle =D and 2 other comrades; thats taken when i was living thru the 18th century and then the westerners came.. lost my ability to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/1600/274112/2851435508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/320/411710/2851435508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kill, against cannons and firearms,  kinda alien to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the right thats me, living about 5 millennium before this very year.. people change and so have i; evolution throughout the 5ooo years and i lost the canine teeth and my ears are no longer sharp =( no longer see my house; and its still being searched by archaeologist and egyptologist.. how dare they befoul MY     pyramid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/1600/548478/imagesu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6241/3360/320/857663/imagesu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my fascination towards sharp objects follows my love for music&lt;br /&gt;although this is a bass(which i dont play in the band) i still love the shape :D.. ah the greatest thing doesnt always lie within frends, it may come in a state of non-living.. what more "companionship" =D which i dont look forward to be in(only for now) still got alot of shit to produce, in music form i mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-116490438643776121?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116490438643776121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116490438643776121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/12/isnt-this-gorgeous-im-fucking-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-116375701953377556</id><published>2006-11-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:50:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why wont singapore let metal bands come here freely to perform?? how i wish for system to come =D after o's; i deserve a looooong break and a good one as well. Able to do history jus now i was, but hard it was nonetheless. fcking shit it was too.. total domination will be what im looking for after o's, once i got that medieval 2 game ORGH!! hate is what im trying to get away from, in order to make my music clean :D, will be looking forward to DnT.. A1.. i mean, nxt monday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-116375701953377556?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116375701953377556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116375701953377556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-wont-singapore-let-metal-bands.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-116348413894603778</id><published>2006-11-14T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:02:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hasn't been easy, the past week that is. SS was ok-able. English wasn't bad either, at least thats what my mind think. Geog was a jog; jog to hell and falling through the endless shadows of the bottomless pit. Maths was kill-able. Chem was can-die-one. Phy seems do-able with abit of struggle. Coming this week, history (tho it looks more of &lt;em&gt;future &lt;/em&gt;when im writing now) and geog P1, map reading- give me the sense im lording over the map and controlling imaginary units. Easy is the hope i have of the paper. *im losing my touch at blogging, will do less so once the night befalls earth*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-116348413894603778?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116348413894603778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116348413894603778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-hasnt-been-easy-past-week-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-116014241194939767</id><published>2006-10-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:46:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://dekker47.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/04-roadrunner_united-in_the_fire.rbs&amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#FBFBFB;button:#999999;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#111111" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i listened to extreme metal songs -.-" well its all by accident so im still "clean" =D well u shuld know wat kinda of extreme metal.. it might be too early to say this but im in a pre-band, currently playing around with the instruments =P tho i might be a tab-guitarist. 2nd drummer, bassist, keyboardist, anyhow "ketok" can one hahaha, oni vocals i cant do -.-" unless they need "Da' Scream" Anyway my prelims bloody suck, L1R4 23 -.-" wher can we go w/o a cert here in singapore?? gotta kick tat brain to working condition, reach the peak jus in time for O's .. if oni thers a major music market here, that could be my alternative path in life.. 1 week left till grad day.. must dress like nerdies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;(0.0)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (----) haahaah its like an idiotic monkey *who cares, im not artistic oni music*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-116014241194939767?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116014241194939767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/116014241194939767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-i-listened-to-extreme.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115746588013633637</id><published>2006-09-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:18:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/1600/2689137254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/320/2689137254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on how to grow that kind of canine teeth?? Skip the horns and claws or i wouldnt be able to walk in the streets.. I'll be on my own tmr.. cus my family's going to Johor.. tho my sec 2 bro will stay behind too.. what can we do? WE CAN COOK NTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies is what ur actions is saying, tho ur words speak otherwise.. Said that u're at ur frends house, southern of bedok, and that u're coming down, instead we waited like a fool(s) for 15 mins.. and u're ordering us to buy u food? I CANT TOLERATE THIS! This half-demon will watch ur steps, to HELP u to be a better man.. I'm not a control freak Brother.. God will still Guide u.. and so do I.. I-A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115746588013633637?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115746588013633637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115746588013633637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/09/any-ideas-on-how-to-grow-that-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115736243876434277</id><published>2006-09-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:33:59.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100% an addict now. I will crave for that stuff once a week only, or it will burn a hole right thru my pockets.. but at least it makes me feel *sound check- HIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHH* after "doing" it.. so here goes, im a 100% PEPPERMINT MILK TEA ADDICT hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115736243876434277?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115736243876434277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115736243876434277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-addict-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115665878339383405</id><published>2006-08-27T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:06:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird dream.. effects of Milo arnd midnight.. a series of show.. can rmbr oni vaguely.. the first is some lion dance act, which turns into a battle, with the ppl inside it becoming the killers and rampaging at the semi circle stadium.. then i guess i was caught in between a grup of the lion dance and a few real lions.. then it ends.. next i went to Temasek sch.. (i dono how) with the canteen setting similar to ours(cus ive no knowledge of Temasek sch) saw 3 ex classmate from ECPS (so weird).. and someone scream.. they claim they saw a black hand behind a pillar, floating, i guess i saw so i ran to the parade square, also like ours(so im concluding it happened in my sch and not Temasek).. this led to the nxt dream(con't of the previous one).. evryone at the parade sq seems to be sleeping, i was first person in the line of my class, then i saw a zombie walking towards me (lol, it was some ex student, dono the name) i woke up some of the ppl and chant some prayers.. then the whole sch woke up and chanted too.. then suddenly i was at the back then in front is all the tchers from my sch.. saying it was a joke.. -.-" cus our prayers didnt work on that zombie.. so thrilling.. despite telling someone i want a happy dream and not nightmare.. maybe the cause of it is that i slept at 2, maybe weird dreams come at that time of the day.. who knows.. or too stress of dnt project..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like xy wrote on her msnger.."how fragile a life can be, its flame snuffed out ever so easily" her smile is still in my mind, wat a caring tcher she was.. and now.. my classmates' father.. life is cruel.. and its nearing Prelims, how can she concentrate.. my condolences to their family..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115665878339383405?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115665878339383405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115665878339383405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115652469610843436</id><published>2006-08-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:54:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://lelotusnoir.ifrance.com/radio.blog/sounds/Slipknot - Wait and Bleed.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; (this works: play this song and then read the post, the anger will be intensified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of anger flows in this song.. the same situation for the person who is typing this.. "It's not the matter of capabilities, it's all heading back to your choice"... "to change or not to change"..&lt;br /&gt;shuld i? transform back to who i was before meeting the Others.. the good ol' days, "you're not talking to me, neither shuld i do that to you" and "hi.. bye".. love the ol' days.. where ther is alot of self-centred-ness and "you've got nothing to do with me, so why shuld i care?".. thats just me.. *if u think ill write all those crap(activities in sch and stuff) you're wrong.. This is my own Digital Kingdom (Tsar Key).. anything goes when the problem is solved* nearing insanity and my pool of dark secrets.. (btw boy, i hate your fucking shit.. the one who visited us during CME lesson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115652469610843436?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115652469610843436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115652469610843436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-works-play-this-song-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115599938352077572</id><published>2006-08-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:59:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Opium is Odium" At last, my wrath over his foolhardy actions has ceased. He's related to me, with the same blood that runs thru every single family member of mine. It's not entirely his fault that the treasure chest fell into the wrong hands, and that pirate is gonna get it back for him, a bigger one i guess. Fuck your shit, brainless git. Self-centred bastard, betrayer to your own kind. A frend betrays his frend, my brother, in the losing postion. A 16th century samurai helping a soldier of the 20th century, i can now accept the fact that i lost more than a dozen valuables.. its a reasonable excuse to lose such a priceless artifact. But i still have the package with me.. a package that might shake the world with its beauty: The Anthem. *The wound that can never be cured shall be ripped open again.. oh yes, the pain shall be excruciating.. forget the runners and defenders, they can be defeated, just think of the nature, your main antagonist..* a whole heart being poured into this, with hatred pounding.. "and it's all gone..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115599938352077572?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115599938352077572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115599938352077572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/opium-is-odium-at-last-my-wrath-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115599437734922565</id><published>2006-08-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:32:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is soooo not my type of post but i'll post it anyway, cus im proud to be a Jedi (May the 4th be with you 1990) and everyone have their lighter side, im not negative totally =) So why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May Peeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. -so true&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and highly motivated. -maybe in the areas that i like&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thoughts. -yea&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered. -yea&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. -a loner in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;Deep feelings. -yea&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally. -a loner in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;Firm Standpoint. -yea&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation. -erm i'll leave that for u to decide&lt;br /&gt;Shy towards opposite sex. -*cough*&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled. -*sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;Systematic (left brain). =)&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream. -who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance. -im not a witchdoctor or shaman&lt;br /&gt;Understanding. -understood&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. -ankle and knee -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Good imagination. -in terms of music&lt;br /&gt;Good physical. -heavyweight champion -.0"&lt;br /&gt;Weak breathing. -breathe in breathe out, repeat&lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts. -music&lt;br /&gt;Loves traveling. -a loner in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home. -a loner in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;Restless. -refer to "Good physical"&lt;br /&gt;Not having many children. -dontch know yet: cool singlish&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. -*muffled laughters*&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited. -when im not low-spirited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115599437734922565?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115599437734922565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115599437734922565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-soooo-not-my-type-of-post-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115591451868846769</id><published>2006-08-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:21:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so much anger in me that even if i die now, i wont realise it. My soul will not become extinct, so as my enigmatic-ness. Cant judge me, you CANT! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME, ALL OF YOU! Im like a tape recorder thats recording all the negative things in this world, recklessness, hate, blood and shit... "It's not in the nature of Dementors(me) to be forgiving(in my case,  being like a normal human being)" im living in a cruel world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115591451868846769?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115591451868846769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115591451868846769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-so-much-anger-in-me-that-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115591376237744970</id><published>2006-08-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:09:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you for what you are now. Hate your recklessness. Inside it beholds many treasures, which if fall into the wrong hands, would cause my extinction in the music world. They might have destroyed it for all i care, as long as they don't use it. Just got to know about the news, and no wonder hes been chatting more often nowadays, as in MSN. And it bothers me, everytime hes online. He will chat for an eternity while i lay asleep in my slumber. I dont know if it is a need or fad, to have another talking box. If i say it serves him right, i would have to jump after that, cus my treasure lies in HIS treasure! To avoid misunderstanding, the 'he' has got something to do with the same blood of mine. One phrase of sympathy to you: "FUCK YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115591376237744970?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115591376237744970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115591376237744970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-you-for-what-you-are-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115574069022710874</id><published>2006-08-16T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:04:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This is the end of all hope.." but i think mines is somehow clear, cus i didnt stammer much during the battle..1 vs 2.. EXAMINERS! But at least they were the cheerful type, ( i guess they were) erm not an easy topic but its based on our everyday lives so somehow its easy but hard at the same time.. *rephrase it urself*... on a happier note, it was Eunice's b'day yday, a day after Nong Nong Ago XD happens to be my mortal too, and the Four is connected =X totally unexpected:my angel =D.. apparently one is not enough.. i need one for myself onli.. *interpret it urself* i need to buy root beers.. i want to MUG like the others =D prelims aft sept hell week? -.-" thats jus a few centimetres away.. *tick tock tick tock...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115574069022710874?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115574069022710874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115574069022710874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-end-of-all-hope_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115574068823714593</id><published>2006-08-16T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:04:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This is the end of all hope.." but i think mines is somehow clear, cus i didnt stammer much during the battle..1 vs 2.. EXAMINERS! But at least they were the cheerful type, ( i guess they were) erm not an easy topic but its based on our everyday lives so somehow its easy but hard at the same time.. *rephrase it urself*... on a happier note, it was Eunice's b'day yday, a day after Nong Nong Ago XD happens to be my mortal too, and the Four is connected =X totally unexpected:my angel =D.. apparently one is not enough.. i need one for myself onli.. *interpret it urself* i need to buy root beers.. i want to MUG like the others =D prelims aft sept hell week? -.-" thats jus a few centimetres away.. *tick tock tick tock...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115574068823714593?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115574068823714593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115574068823714593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-end-of-all-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115546420431875038</id><published>2006-08-13T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:16:44.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Welcome down, to my PLANET HELLLLL!!!!" certainly was hell during that hist lesson, just moments after we heard the anouncement that our MT O'levels result were out. All of us sat uncomfortably as the video dragged on.. upon release, we glided thru the 3rd floor and teleported down to the hall, then SHIT, a B3... and it ends here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115546420431875038?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115546420431875038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115546420431875038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-down-to-my-planet-helllll.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115530272587991381</id><published>2006-08-11T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:25:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to put this? Alot of people at the Esplanade, i felt so insecure. "My insecurities eat me alive!" I couldnt even look up to see their faces, i rather watch the mystical sky with clouds that form different patterns. it is somehow more exciting to watch than people. Am i being enigmatic here? that's just me. Couldnt blame me for who i am. And shit, theres no fireworks -.-" wtf. well didnt really care if theres one or not, felt real insecure for me to even act happy on that joyous occasion. Thank you david for treating us earthquakes, but whers the epicentre? thx guys for the experience of "celebrating" fireworks with y'all. It was all but being moody and negative when we reached swensons, at least for me. Like the other 4 peeps, who had wrote earlier abt this, i wanna say its hilarious seeing all the French fries gesture and the "face-smudging" =D haha hows the seawater mil and hy? and the banana, david and stevi? After the last course, took a walk at the Singapore river. 8 people left -.- thats less than 1/3 the class. Based on this principle, i let the drama happen. 1st: Be confident, 2nd: Think thoroughly in your brain, 3rd: Make your move with your heart, 4th: Execute your plan, 5th: It your choice so i just help in any way i can (ronin but kind samurai's code:its my own). This story is for us 8 to know and the rest of you NOT to find out =D what story? MAPLESTORY. Im skimming on the surface of the endless waters.. in hopes to find my lost ship that sank in 1647.. LIKE REAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115530272587991381?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115530272587991381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115530272587991381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-put-this-alot-of-people-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115502671021411634</id><published>2006-08-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:45:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway let me share this song with you all. unique to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://trolldesmarais.free.fr/radio/radio.blog/sounds/Nightwish - Moondance.rbs&amp;colors=body:#060606;border:#5D5D5D;button:#999999;player_text:#FCFCFC;playlist_text:#666666;&amp;amp;title=Nightwish%20-%20Moondance" bgcolor="#060606" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115502671021411634?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115502671021411634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115502671021411634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyway-let-me-share-this-song-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115502523620164594</id><published>2006-08-08T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:20:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you motherfuckers. Laughing bastards. Fucking lamers. How was the National Day Celeb? Not that fun. My fake emotion overwhelmed my true emotions so I couldn't enjoy. Love that sometimes but not entirely. I can say I don't like but actually I like. This can refer to ANYTHING associated to me. Don't stop me if im moody in happy occasion, somehow happy in sad occasion. Thats what i wanna be. Enigmatic thats me. AND i sprained my left ankle, so i guess i'll skip movie tmr depending how bad it will be tmr. FUCK i don't think i wanna talk to anyone any sooner. I have things to do in my shell. To cleanup. Oright let's shut up alreadi. Living my life is cruel and overdosed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115502523620164594?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115502523620164594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115502523620164594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-you-motherfuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115452704509634190</id><published>2006-08-02T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:57:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wazzzaaap MUHFUHKUHs?! Learnt that from Eu =D. Lets rehat(cap). My bro, An who had just turned 6, is one of the many Harry Potters in this world =D 31st July.. cool eh? And my family has got a Jedi, ME. MAY THE 4th BE WITH YOU. And my father is a child no matter what =D. 1st October... it's Childrens' Day. Today i made a record.. cabot before 10am, practically useless to come to school (sore eyes or swollen, my whole family contracted it except my gramps and An). But at least, within that 2 hrs of lesson (less i think) the class revealed the kind hearts behind every chocolate and bits of papers that were passed around the last 2 weeks =D my guess of my angel is slightly off but still within that gang =P Mildred! I'll teach you some guitar shit even though i know a lil onli =P. Eu (my mortal) 2 more weeks! =D Hope you guys had fun jus now! And it's starting again??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115452704509634190?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115452704509634190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115452704509634190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/08/wazzzaaap-muhfuhkuhs-learnt-that-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115410014863553018</id><published>2006-07-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:09:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man was caught by the police at a farm. When he was asked what he was doing he explained:  "well it's a hot day and i drove by all these pumpkins and i thought about how the insides must be warm and... i really can't help myself so i picked one and scooped a hole in it...." The policeman need not hear more as he handcuffed the pantless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah funny one! Credit goes to Eunice =D Queen of Lameness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115410014863553018?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115410014863553018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115410014863553018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-was-caught-by-police-at-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115409037316858247</id><published>2006-07-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:39:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought of this after english lesson and on the way going to mosque. *Note: Don't be offended by this, it is meant to be a joke* Have fun reading *laughing lamely*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examiner A: Okay Boy, what kind of person that you think is rude?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;em&gt; Starts to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;talk about the conversation topic.. then paused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examiners A and B: Haha! That show was funny! &lt;em&gt;Talking about some show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Erm in my opinion, I think you guys are the typical examples of rude people.&lt;br /&gt;Examiners: !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: &lt;em&gt;Sneaks behind an old man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bell: &lt;em&gt;RING RING RING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Steps aside for the bicycle to pass him.&lt;br /&gt;Old man: "Eh no bicycle?" &lt;em&gt;Began to walk faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell: RING RING RING RINGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;Old man: NOOO! What you want with me. I don't want to get run over! &lt;em&gt;Starts sprinting, faster than Beep-Beep Roadrunner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I love this shit! *Doing the ringing*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So smelly! I stepped on that old man's shit! *Actually some dog did that a few hours ago, and not the old man!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Don't always fool people and watch what YOU say! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my report slip.. it's gotta be the best one ever.. the "bestest" crap ever *best is already maximum, bestest is the insanely maximum* 3 D7.. wat da hell.. 2 A2s though.. but  stilll its crap.. 22 points.. still need to dock 10 points for audio tech.. close eh? who cares.. ima turn over a new tree*yes! tree!* 2 days to work out my circuit.. or ill go short-circuit.. piao xue and xiao yan bad uh! =P hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115409037316858247?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115409037316858247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115409037316858247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-thought-of-this-after-english-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115383300554170718</id><published>2006-07-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:10:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSHHUUTT UUPP! SSHHIITT YYOOUU!</title><content type='html'>i love my mid-year results &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so farking happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think about 30 points?? higher the better isnt it? SHIT YOU! HAH AT LEAST GOT AN A.. A2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for dnt which some say nth compared to science stream subj or A math =/ dnt needs H.O.T(Higher order thinking.. i guess) while other subjs need memorizing only -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANYWAYS wtf m i to do in 3 days? DNT project to be handed up this FRIDAY and i got only a piece of nth.. y not have it 80% on paper and 20% on project? *SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM* This way i can secure an A.. and MT ppr.. when is it coming back?? I FKING WANT IT BACK!! *DEATH GRUNTT* Ok this is all nothingness.. the real thing is that i suck at studies but better at music stuff.. i want to go AUDIO TECH AT SING POLY 12 POINTS LEHZ.. u want to know wat is it abt find it out urself... suddenly no mood to talk aft mid-year results.. (JOKING! will whisper only) *SCREAMING TILL VOCAL CORDS INFLAME* watever la rocker..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115383300554170718?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115383300554170718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115383300554170718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/sshhuutt-uupp-sshhiitt-yyoouu.html' title='SSHHUUTT UUPP! SSHHIITT YYOOUU!'/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115357417862418018</id><published>2006-07-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:16:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it any fun the angel-mortal game? i got a "good" mortal and a "good" angel, *literally good, in class* not really sure who my angel is but i can guess. im not the kind of person who really cares to talk to ppl im not close with =/ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that explains y i look down always when i walk, don't like to talk to strangers(sometimes even schmates) and also i hardly talk to a person face to face.. so oral examinations =/ im dead cus the teachers i don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so far i sent only 1 message to my mortal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;congratulating -ahem- for getting 1st in -some subj- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im not any good in this stuff -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love shy or timid when talking to the O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; not the time to do this crap either.. focus on O's then at poly or JC can start. perhaps forming a band too will take place aft O's. by that time i will have long hair =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115357417862418018?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115357417862418018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115357417862418018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-any-fun-angel-mortal-game-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115354404332278595</id><published>2006-07-22T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:54:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first hand is somewhat better than watching it on TV. a typical reason: "not happy? settle ah" lucky it didnt spark. i waited at the other side, ready my hp to call corpse if it did start. the 3 peeps talking against -the other- us and all of em look serious. at last the peeps got to know the truth and they backed out, lucky we kept our cool too =/. if me i jus ignore them cause im once trained as a mediator so this kind of thing to me are childish. chill guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    **********************************&lt;br /&gt;Pirates= cool =P but fking tired cus i didnt rest earlier, that morning we had road run and cimo-cimo dance whooooo!!!!!! almost felt asleep in the cinema =P it was 12+ when i reach bdk int..&lt;br /&gt; back to Pirates- the last part -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FARIS busted us sia- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not worth watching.. wasted 3-5 mins to wait for that crap -.- other than that it was cool =P 1st part= undead fleet, this one some aqua pirates ^_^ uglier than the undead but ship was cool.. flying dutchman.. many humourous part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and ugly part as well.. barnacles on their faces? blurgh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love the scenes when they're at the primitive village. want to know? watch it urself =P "o baga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115354404332278595?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115354404332278595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115354404332278595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-hand-is-somewhat-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115339908281694165</id><published>2006-07-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:38:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Braces or extraction? Extraction seems the better choice. No longer will i need to care about that wisdom tooth. The dentist used some kind of D&amp;T tool and a "pincer" to pluck it. Muahahaha no sweat,*because its air-con(ed). Felt funny after that, cant talk for about 1 hr+ and i had to write  a note to ask Mr Low so that i could go home. *Advised not to do vigorous activities for that day* ^_^. Is playing pool vigorous? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_tooth"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_tooth&lt;/a&gt; scary eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115339908281694165?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115339908281694165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115339908281694165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/braces-or-extraction-extraction-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115314234470600206</id><published>2006-07-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:19:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/1600/2843109595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/320/2843109595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/1600/Systempress2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6241/3360/320/Systempress2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the super(b)agus. Once you listen to their songs you will get hook like a fish on a hook?? -.-" Note the change in the new System, certainly much "cooler" than the older side. Partly because they are growing older =P and had to dress well so as not to look offbeat =P. Great guys these peeps. "CHOP SUEY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115314234470600206?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115314234470600206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115314234470600206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-are-superbagus.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115314122269109977</id><published>2006-07-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:00:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Passed SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mt listening was duck's feet (meaning insanely.. crazy??) I wonder how those heavy, black metal frontmen growl... the lower one. the higher one , no problems to it =P but sometimes i will go off pitch once the level of "distortion" is gone. I think i'm doing it wrong so i better stop or else risking losing both the vocal cords =/. I need melissa cross* to teach me that =) she taught those peeps on her DVD =P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i got the motivation to finish D&amp;amp;T. it works like "inspiration" it will come soon enough, if not now later =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115314122269109977?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115314122269109977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115314122269109977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/passed-ss-on-dot.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31175646.post-115299018207257387</id><published>2006-07-16T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T03:03:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?? i wonder why i started this blog... i can't tell that, even to myself.. what to say? nth to say so i'll jus shuddup this time round.. will be more friendly nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31175646-115299018207257387?l=zenithandnadir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115299018207257387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31175646/posts/default/115299018207257387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenithandnadir.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wonder-why-i-started-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanith Dreaming across the Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06997121092004227886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
