<?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-15636173</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:59:05.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mouse inside a maze, wandering round for days..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-116109071005308365</id><published>2006-10-17T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:04:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha how long has it been since I last blogged? Was just too lazy to do it, and didn't know where to start since it has been such a long time. Ok..erm.. I think I will try to summarize the past 1 or 2 months in this post. Highlights in Sept, hmm, some birthdays I guess. Celebrated Xav's birthday at Valerie's condo. It was also his farewell before going into NS. Had a smashing time. When I say smashing, I mean it literally. Everyone was smashing perfectly good cake onto each other. Here are some pics of his bday, not much though :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/xavscake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xav's cake (it's damaged cos someone pushed xav's head onto the cake already) spoiler la tat guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/xav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xav and his cake before the massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Kev's birthday, which we celebrated on the church rooftop. The initial plan was to have people to perform while the rest can enjoy while having their dinner. But the weather was not too kind. It drizzled, so we moved everything down to the mezzanine level and had dinner there while waiting for the rain to clear up. Thankfully the weather cleared up and so we could still have our performances on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/rooftop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/eq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it was like before the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated his bday at Sizzler,Suntec. Had dinner there with a few friends, and we had a salad making competition. Haha. After that, headed down to east coast to meet with roger, evelyn and alex. Just chilled by the beach and played guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/melsalad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/kevsalad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev's salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fusesalad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip's salad. No one was declared winner though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and then there was Kynaston's birthday celebration. I think it was in Aug, can't remember, hehe. We had dinner at fish &amp; Co and he was made to stand on his chair while we sang him his bday song. He didn't look too pleased, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fishco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish&amp;amp;Co at dhoby ghaut, parkmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else have I been doing? Hmm.. I got a new part time job teaching guitar in primary and secondary schools. Just finished a course in Feng Shan pri in Bedok. Teaching is not easy, especially teaching guitar to a big group of students. My class had about 25 students. There are some who are fast learners, and some who are slower in learning. Those students always get left behind. Overall, it's a good experience both for me and the students. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of some of my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wanna eat cheap, power Japanese food, you can go to ichiban boshi at wisma. Try the grilled chicken set. It's super power! Haha. Seriously. They give you 4 to 5 fresh slices of salmon sashimi, miso soup, rice, veges/fruit and of course the best grilled teriyaki chicken I have ever eaten. All that for about $13 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/ichiban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken set at ichiban boshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally learnt how to cook the perfect RARE steak, which is my favourite. I won't eat it any other way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/steak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, deep teaching! Gosh..study study study. Passed, but no distinction =( Oh well, better luck next year, if there is a quiz. Been practicing some new songs to play for Slingshot. I think we're gonna have a gig at the end of the month. Will update more. Also went to see a friend perform at taka. I think his vocals have improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/renf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. I apologize for this messy post. This is what happens when you don't blog for too long. You don't know where to start! Argh! Hope I will get organized soon, hehe :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-116109071005308365?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/116109071005308365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=116109071005308365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/116109071005308365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/116109071005308365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-how-long-has-it-been-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115779077128102533</id><published>2006-09-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:32:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The drilling and hammering continues. A lifetime of torment and headaches. The noises get so loud that even the dogs can't take it and start barking like crazy. How long more? Why so slow?? Is it because they are *censored*... hais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115779077128102533?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115779077128102533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115779077128102533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115779077128102533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115779077128102533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-104-drilling-and-hammering.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115449814253631486</id><published>2006-08-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:55:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;tea leaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/e8P8xzIVg0M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/e8P8xzIVg0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;jap green tea advertisement..very cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115449814253631486?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115449814253631486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115449814253631486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115449814253631486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115449814253631486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/08/tea-leaf-jap-green-tea-advertisement.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115403000067199413</id><published>2006-07-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:53:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3:18am July 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As usual, I am not asleep yet. The whole neighbourhood is asleep I guess. This probably has to be the most peaceful time ever. No knockings, no drillings, no hammering, no sawing, no nothing coming from either sides of my house. Peaceful.. Maybe I should blast my speakers now to the tunes of Guns N' Roses and give them a taste of their own medicine? Nah. Things will turn ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Actually I don't really have much to blog about. Life has been the same so far. With or without a job, life can get routine if we don't make the best out of it. Recently, I have been thinking a lot about my friends, both past and present, living and deceased. It's amazing how many people I actually know by name. Some are acquaintances, some best friends, some normal friends, some..hmm well... Sometimes, it's hard to classify some of them. Who and what must this paticular friend do in order to be a 'best friend'? Am I being too conditional? What are the benefits of being a 'best friend' to someone, as compared to just being a 'normal friend'? Since this person is my 'best friend', do I have to treat him extra nice and go out of my way more for him than I do for others? What does it take to be a friend to someone? My definition : Love, respect, fun and food. So little you say? Well, love covers a whole chunk of it. Love means : Going out of your way, sacrificing, being humble, listening, helping etc etc etc the list can go on and on. I love being a friend to people. But sadly, due to my sinful human nature, I choose who I want to be a friend to. Sad huh? Am I the only one in the world who is like this? Sure, I can lend a helping hand to others, but to go out of my way and climb that mountain when it's unnecessary? That, I will not do for everyone. I will try my best though. Sometimes I am forced to do it, and I end up sulking the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, I hope this does not leave a bad impression on you about me. And I hope it won't deter you from asking me for any favours in the future. For those that know me well enough, you know I am not a bad person =) I don't know why I am blogging about this also. Probably just bored and not sleepy. Feel like blogging more but I won't. Hehe. Till the next update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115403000067199413?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115403000067199413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115403000067199413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115403000067199413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115403000067199413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/07/318am-july-28-as-usual-i-am-not-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115299150240586492</id><published>2006-07-15T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:25:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Funny supermarket commercial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/sLs7xoX_vX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/sLs7xoX_vX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never try to do stuff like that at home..LoL. You never know who will come home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115299150240586492?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115299150240586492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115299150240586492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115299150240586492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115299150240586492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-supermarket-commercial-never-try.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115194568710632894</id><published>2006-07-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:45:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;N I G H T M A R E S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever wondered why people have dreams or nightmares? What do they mean? How do they come about? Are dreams supernatural? Many times, dreams consist of a place or people which we have never met before. I have been plagued by nightmares now and then. My most recent and probably most intense nightmare happened only last night. Everytime these dreams occur, it's about a demon/supernatual being 'oppressing' me. It feels like as if it's trying to take over my body, and it feels so real. Let me share some of these nightmares with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This one happened a few months back. I dreamt that I was walking along a main road near my house, when all of a sudden, I came to this old wooden overhead bridge (if you remember those). The thing is, there are no overhead bridges near my house at all, and there never were any. Anyway, I remember crossing the bridge. When I was almost at the end, the surroundings around me suddenly changed. I ended up in a gloomy alley with old broken down buildings surrounding me. The sunlight and the busy road beneath me had disappeared. I walked on and found the place to be strangely familiar. It reminded me of the place my grandma used to live in together with my grandad. Both of them are deceased now. The place was dark, dank and rubbish scattered the alley path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I then reached this spiral staircase and I dunno why, but I climbed it. I reached the top and found myself in a corridoor with empty rooms on both sides. Everything was abandoned, with broken windows and dirtied, cracked walls. I remember everything quite vividly still. I then saw it, a figure, a shape of a human at the other end of the corridoor. It floated into one of the rooms. I walked on and reached the room which the figure had entered recently. I looked in, and was in shock. The sight which I saw made me freak out. I saw, standing in rows, were many old people, trapped and locked in some kind of contraption. Each individual had something chained to them, like a wooden device. They were pleading for help. All of these people, I have never seen before. All except one. I saw her there, looking at me with a blank stare, calling out my name, as if she was in pain and suffering. It was my grandma. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. When I finally tried to help her, that ghostly figure appeared in front of me, and tried to stop me. It was dressed in a robe with a hood. I could not see it's face, but it was coming closer to me. I turned to run, but could not. I was moving really slowly. Soon the figure overtook me and pinned me to the ground. I tried to struggle and break free, but was too weak. I said a prayer and tried to 'exorcise' the demon, but amazingly, I could say everything except the words Jesus, God and anything related to that. What I felt, was so so real, and can't be described in words. I could control my actions, but was powerless to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remembered how I finally woke up. I mustered up enough will power and strength, and grabbed the demon by it's neck and slammed it to the ground. At that point, I woke up and found myself slamming my pillow against the wall, something like that. My heart was pumping fast and adrenalin was rushing through my veins. I didn't go back to sleep after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This same dream keeps occuring over and over. The places and people are different, but the encounters are the same. I get attacked, pinned to the ground, lose all control of my body and speech. Sometimes, it's an ugly spectre, sometimes, it's an invisible force. I wonder why these dreams keep happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115194568710632894?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115194568710632894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115194568710632894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115194568710632894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115194568710632894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/07/n-i-g-h-t-m-r-e-s-ever-wondered-why.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-115175578484826432</id><published>2006-07-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:11:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Lazy Saturday Evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, MIA for so long already, almost forgot the password to my blog, lol. True la, my blog has been 'pronounced dead' for quite a while already, but who's to say that a dead blog can't be revived right? Thxs to Sera's and big Jo's persistence in irritating me to blog (juz jokin), I have finally decided to. I am bored anyway. Just woke up about 2 hours ago! Why?! Erm, tell you all later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So what have I been up to in my absence from this part of cyberspace? Spacing out? Nothing much really. Been going out less too, need to save $$. Hehe. Dotaing with the bros, thrashing people, getting thrashed, haha..and made a few new friends in DOTA. Though I have not blogged for a long time, I have nothing interesting to blog about. This is what happens when people 'force' you to update, LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yes, yesterday night/today was rather interesting. Swee Lee, a major guitar store in Singapore, was having it's annual mid year sale, with guitar prices going as low as 50% off their original prices!! I wanted one!! But no money..sigh. Kev on the other hand, managed to raise enough cash to get a Fender Strat, a guitar which he had always wanted to get. Here's a pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fenderstrat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order to get to that guitar, we went through 'hell'. Ok, shop opened at 9am today. 1st person to enter the shop waited since 7am the day before!!! TALK ABOUT KIASU LA!!!! And because of these spoil market people, we too had to go queue, but not at 7am la. Kev and me reached there about 11+pm after TGIF. The queue there was already like, so long! An endless queue of ppl. Luckily, Kev had a friend who was nice enough to book a space in the queue which was quite close to the guitar store. So yea, we waited, and waited. Made quite a few new friends too. We played 'Dai Ti', Mafia (yes, mafia), went for supper, talked. To cut the story short, Kev had his own means and ways to get what he wanted, LoL. Ask him la. He got what he wanted, and at a very very good price too. Reached home, was almost 12 I think. Had lunch, slept (didn't sleep the whole night) and so yea, that's why I just woke up not too long ago. Ok there, I have something to blog about after all. Only too lazy to go into detail. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-115175578484826432?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/115175578484826432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=115175578484826432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115175578484826432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/115175578484826432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/07/lazy-saturday-evening-wow-mia-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114992678832611056</id><published>2006-06-10T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:06:28.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Slingshot @ Zombie Rock Bar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/y0MsgQjTlpQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/y0MsgQjTlpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;For those who wanted to go but did not have to chance to see it..here's a very short clip of one of the songs which we did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114992678832611056?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114992678832611056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114992678832611056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114992678832611056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114992678832611056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/06/slingshot-zombie-rock-bar-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114948556416547717</id><published>2006-06-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:32:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Japanese English Lesson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/plSfKHZZwZ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/plSfKHZZwZ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This still cracks me up badly LOL. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114948556416547717?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114948556416547717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114948556416547717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114948556416547717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114948556416547717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/06/japanese-english-lesson-this-still.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114935605763417512</id><published>2006-06-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:34:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English Lesson :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114935605763417512?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114935605763417512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114935605763417512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114935605763417512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114935605763417512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/06/english-lesson-param-namemovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114921998870663206</id><published>2006-06-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:46:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad Signs Part 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ladys and gendermen, laughter is make you happy and is the great power in the world. Here is signs to make you enjoy that laughing power. It is good to knowing that there is happiness people in the world. This happiness is contigious and spread like diseases. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/yomiuriland-gondola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/toiletman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new superhero is in town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/rockon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my music that loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/pet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/passing-gas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/no-dangerous-subjects.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something else then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/kototeahouse.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am pretty unconvinced that I am about to enter a tea house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/dont-burn-the-fire-chief.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please, don't. He's got enough on his hands already..poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/do-not-go-out.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing the hotel has cable TV..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/children.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kids rule the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures is from the kindness curtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;www.engrish.com&lt;/a&gt;  We striving to fight bad engrish from this earth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114921998870663206?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114921998870663206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114921998870663206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114921998870663206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114921998870663206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-signs-part-2-ok-ladys-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114887835627266462</id><published>2006-05-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:52:36.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some signs which I found to be really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/offer-seats.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/licked-car.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/gentlemen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/do-not-beat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/crap-fork.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/chinese-chicken-little.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/butterfly-care-tour-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/abuse-plastic-bag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, no offence to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/screw-taiwan.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more if I can find more of them. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114887835627266462?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114887835627266462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114887835627266462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114887835627266462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114887835627266462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-are-some-signs-which-i-found-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114822459847348876</id><published>2006-05-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:04:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey dad look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think back and talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I grow up according to plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And do you think I'm wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing things I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it hurts when you disapprove all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm never gonna be good enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't pretend that I'm alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you can't change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz we lost it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try not to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About the pain I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know you used to be my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the days you spent with me&lt;br /&gt;Now seem so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it feels like you don't care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm never gonna be good enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't stand another fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And nothing's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz we lost it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change the things that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's gonna make this right again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don't turn your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz we lost it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's just too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114822459847348876?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114822459847348876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114822459847348876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114822459847348876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114822459847348876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-dad-look-at-me-think-back-and-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114595273713527533</id><published>2006-04-25T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:40:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just thought I'll do something amusing and different. Here's a song by Bon Jovi and I made it into something like a relationship between me and God. It shows the rebellious me and the patient God. Don't take the lyrics too literally. They might be out of point. Haha. Here it is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to me&lt;/span&gt; : I guess this time you're really leaving, I heard your suitcase say goodbye. And as my broken heart lies bleeding, You say true love is suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me to God&lt;/span&gt;: You say you're cried a thousand rivers, And now you're swimming for the shore. You left me drowning in my tears, And you won't save me anymore. I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to me&lt;/span&gt; : I'll be there for you, These five words I swear to you, When you breathe I want to be the air for you, I'll be there for you. I'd live and I'd die for you, Steal the sun from the sky for you, Words can't say what a love can do, I'll be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to me&lt;/span&gt; : I know you know we've had some good times, Now they have their own hiding place. I can promise you tomorrow, But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me to God&lt;/span&gt; : And Father you know my hands are dirty, But I wanted to be your valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to Me&lt;/span&gt; : I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby. When you get drunk, I'll be the wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to Me&lt;/span&gt; : I'll be there for you, These five words I swear to you, When you breathe I want to be the air for you, I'll be there for you. I'd live and I'd die for you, Steal the sun from the sky for you, Words can't say what a love can do, I'll be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me to God&lt;/span&gt; : And I wasn't there when you were happy, I wasn't there when you were down, I didn't mean to miss your birthday, I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God to Me&lt;/span&gt; : I'll be there for you, These five words I swear to you, When you breathe I want to be the air for you, I'll be there for you. I'd live and I'd die for you, Steal the sun from the sky for you, Words can't say what a love can do, I'll be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114595273713527533?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114595273713527533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114595273713527533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114595273713527533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114595273713527533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-there-for-you-just-thought-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114594223599563123</id><published>2006-04-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:17:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just an update on what's been going on in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Did quite a bit of thinking and decision making in my life. Things are still undecided in certain areas. Good decisions, not bad. I really need to be more submissive to God and be humble to people. I need to understand what love really means and how to be super unconditional. What I took home from Sunday's lesson was this : Love, in order for it to be real, must come with a price.  We have to be willing to be hurt. It will hurt at times, badly even. Love empties us of ourselves. It's not all about me, myself and I. Love means not controlling how you want a person to be but at the same time, showing concern and patience and friendship. Love is giving lots of your time, effort, heart, soul, mind and then preparing yourself not to get anything back. That is my definition of love. I cannot say that I have fulfilled that. In fact, I am probably only about 20% of that. This applies to friendships, relationships with family and even probably, if God permits, my future partner and family. I need to talk about it more, I need to let go of my old self. I need to break down these walls of lies, deceit and selfishness. Yes, I build this wall with the devil and I need to break it down with God. It's tough, really tough, cos it's built on my own desires which sometimes, I am not ready to let go. Many times, the devil has deceived and lied to me, and everytime, I am blinded and fall for his trap. Many times, I feel like, God, why did you put certain struggles in my life which probably many people cannot relate to? Do you think I like it? My life as a Christian would probably be so much easier if I did not have these struggles to deal with. I can probably do much greater things for you and be happier. God, help me understand and surrender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stage ethics :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This friday will be Slingshot's (our band consisting of Marvin, Ling Pin, Nick, Kev and myself) gig at a rock pub called Zombie. Probably one of the last few before we take a long long break. I was wondering, hmm, how to be more confident on stage, besides relying on the "spirit". And I came to these conclusions :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1) Learn and know the songs which we are going to play. Know them inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2) Entertain the crowd. Be out of yourself. People don't wanna see 5 statues on stage.  Don't be self conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(3) Lastly, enjoy and have good time. Don't worry too much about making mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many times, I get so insecure and become scared on stage. Main reason is because, I am afraid of how people will view me, if I do a stupid action or play a wrong note. Ya, maybe relying on some "spirit" will do me good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do come down and support us this friday if you can. It'll mean a lot to us. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114594223599563123?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114594223599563123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114594223599563123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114594223599563123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114594223599563123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-update-on-whats-been-going-on-in.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114573818705455705</id><published>2006-04-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:36:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 4:33am on a Sunday morning and I am not asleep yet. Why?? I don't know. Maybe something is bothering me? I feel sad? Depressed? Betrayed? Being made use of? All of what I just mentioned? Ya. Everything..maybe. These past few days have been really tough for me emotionally. Just feel like everything is falling apart, and nothing is going right for me. Almost everything and everyone is disappointing me in one way or another. It's always a vicious cycle where, life gives you something good and makes you happy, and after that, it turns around and bites you and takes away everything. My guitar? Nah, I have gotten over it. That is quite trivial. It's stuff which is closer to your heart which tends to hurt you even more. Family, close friends etc. Yea, understand that no one and nothing on this earth is perfect. Nothing lasts forever. Many times, I feel tempted to shut myself off from everything and everyone. What would life be like if I was without all these? Would it be better? Yes? Why? Because there is no one to please anymore, and no one to hurt you anymore. And vice versa. That way, no one will be obligated to do anything at all. You live in your own world, and I live in mine. Ain't that perfect? Or not? Why not? Why do we have to go through this cycle of hurting one another, then saying sorry, and then it happens again and again and again. How then, can we have that perfect relationship/friendship which we desire so much to have? Well, let me tell you, it's total crap. That will never happen, ever. Never ever. So then, since I know there is no such thing as a perfect relationship, what in the world am I complaining about? Am I really that ungrateful? Am I being too conscious? Too judgemental? Or maybe I am being too conditional and unreasonable? Or maybe, I am just human, that's why I tend to feel like this. I too, need to be encouraged, to be appreciated, to be loved, to be told what is right from wrong. Who doesn't? You don't? Liar. Why did God make emotional pains hurt so much? Why do we feel that pain in the first place? What pain? When someone close to you hurts you emotionally. Yes, that's the kind of pain I am talking about. Sometimes, it just hits you like a brick from out of nowhere. All of a sudden, someone tells you that you have hurt them or did something wrong against them, and it leaves you wondering, where the hell you went wrong. Many times, I just lie there, in a pool of my own blood, thinking what went wrong. Did I do something wrong to hurt anyone? What is this guilty conscience inside me? What can I do to make up for it? I am not perfect you know, can't you give me some breathing space? Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114573818705455705?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114573818705455705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114573818705455705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114573818705455705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114573818705455705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-433am-on-sunday-morning-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114519523706273806</id><published>2006-04-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:47:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 whole weeks since I lost my bass. After countless futile calls to the the cab company ( I shan't mention the company's name lest I get sued), I have finally resigned to my fate. I will never have it back. During these past 2 weeks, a hope for a miracle has evolved into a pile of hatred and a whole lot of attitude. Attitude, yea.. Some kind of attitude the driver has, or whoever has gotten hold of it.  Dishonest and totally no empathy at all. An apathetic bastard. No conscience at all. Sigh, but what can I do? I have done all I can already. I am feeling much better now though, after spending much time with some brothers and my friends. But still, lots of thoughts are racing through my mind. Where is it? Who has it? What is he/she doing it with? How does he/she feel? What are they saying about the previous owner (me)? Don't these people have a conscience? Why do they have to be so dishonest? Don't they care how the person who lost it feels? I gotta confess, the main culprit in my mind is the taxi driver. Everytime I call the cab company and I get the reply "Sorry sir, your item has not been found" I heat up, I get angry. The driver comes to mind. "RETURN ME MY %!#$%&amp;# BASS YOU !&amp;amp;#%!$!!!!!!" That is what goes through my mind. But ya, like what I said, I am feeling much better now. Thanks to my friends who comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks have been bad, but I did try to do stuff which made me forget about it. Doing strange stuff too haha. Went for jams, movies, visits to vintage, going out with friends to watch other bands play in pubs, and taking pics with campus superstars LOL!!! I shan't post the pic here, ask me personally if you want to see it..it's embarrassing enough, lol.  Yea, that kind of cheered me up a little. Oh well.. I leave you with a pic of my 'deceased' bass. In case you see something similar to mine anywhere, pls do let me know. Thxs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fjbs.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114519523706273806?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114519523706273806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114519523706273806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114519523706273806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114519523706273806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-2-weeks-its-been-2-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114409151278253893</id><published>2006-04-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:11:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To my beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;So very long have I awaited for your arrival, how I always longed to have you in my arms. Before we met, I stared at your pic almost everyday. Longing, waiting patiently for you. Like a panting deer which thirsts for water, was how I was thirsting for you. I waited and waited. Patiently, waiting for you. But you never did come. I was saddened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Until one day, when I saw you, and finally met you. You arrived, safely, from Japan. My heart was filled with joy. Total joy. The very first time I saw you, for real, I fell deeper in love with you. I embraced you in my arms, full of excitement and wonder. I remember the day I brought you home for the very first time. Everyone was excited to see you. Friends were curious and excited, and wanted to meet you too. I wanted you to look your best. I brought you out to shop for stuff, many times. Money was no object. When you fell sick, I was there to make sure you got the best treatment. We had so much fun together. Because of you, I have managed to learn so much more. I was motivated, so so motivated. I was proud of you. You never did let me down. When I was bored, lonely, sad, down, you never failed to be there for me. You sang for me. Your song soothes my raging soul. You were always there, and always 100% on my side. When I was sad, you were sad. When I was happy, you were happy. When I was angry, you got angry too. Not with me, but together with me. Sometimes, I would just stare and you and admire your beauty. I would constantly think.. What can I do or get you to make you more than the perfect you which you are already. I cherished you so so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then it happened. One rainy day. I lost you. Forever. In the trunk of someone's car, you were mercilessly stuffed into. I never heard from you since then, and never saw you ever again. Anger, betrayal is what I feel. Everyday day now, I wait by my phone. Anxiously waiting, for that call. But alas, nothing. All I can do now is wait, again, patiently, like how I used to. Hoping, praying....for a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114409151278253893?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114409151278253893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114409151278253893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114409151278253893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114409151278253893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-my-beloved-so-very-long-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114361876673203268</id><published>2006-03-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:52:46.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Rainy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love it when it rains, well, not all the time. I love it when it rains and when I have nothing to do but just laze around at home. The rain, for some reason, sets the mood of a person. I don't know about you guys but, it does for me. Many times, it makes me feel melancholic. Sometimes, it brings back certain memories, good and bad. Today, I am feeling a bit of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was amused and inspired by Sash's blog entry about friendships. Too upfront and honest in fact, and I liked it. Want to know what's my view and stand on friendships? If yes, stay and read. If not, click the red button on the extreme top right hand corner marked with an " X ", if you are using windows XP, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here goes.. To me, friendships mean the world to me. Yes, they do, in case you don't know, Melvyn Tan does treasure friendships. Why, you ask? Because without my friends, apart from my parents and God, I will not be where I am today. Choose your friends carefully, my mum used to tell me. But aren't friends God given? Do I have the right to choose who I want and don't want as a friend? Well, the answer is, yes. I do choose who I want to mix with and who I do not want to mix with. It's purely a choice. Just like how we choose whether or not we want to seek after God. Choosing whether to sin or not is a choice. Life is about making choices and decisions. And so is making friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My closest buddies are in church. For those who know me, you should know who they are. Most, if not all, are brothers, which also are not many. I know, I need to have more sister "buddies" in my life, to strike a balance. It's true, there is no such thing as a perfect friendship. Even with my best friend, we have confilcts and arguments like you can never imagine at times. Sadly, it's always my arrogant, prideful self which is the cause of all that. It's not conflicts which makes the friendship stronger, you don't just leave it as that. It's conflict solving which does that. Conflict solving is painful, but refreshing. It creates stronger bonds and better understanding. To me, it's all about more, much more giving, and less taking. More listening and less talking. No I am not trying to boast or be noble, haha. Frienships are important.. Even if it means sharing a simple meal when we are all broke, it does mean something to me. When it comes to helping them, I try to give my all. My best. It's a struggle sometimes, I can't deny that. In turn, I receive loads from them too. From short discipling times, to chats on MSN, on the phone, jamming, hanging out, heart to heart talks and much more.. I am a contented person :) I love it when my buddies ask me for help. That's one way I know that they trust me and can rely on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To all those who have gone through thick and thin, know me inside out, seen me shed a tear, shared a meal with me, hung out with me, discipled me or even to those who have just popped in and said 'hi', I thank you all very much! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114361876673203268?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114361876673203268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114361876673203268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114361876673203268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114361876673203268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/rainy-day-i-love-it-when-it-rains-well.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114326956269516067</id><published>2006-03-24T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:52:42.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new addtition to the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bass which I just got. Finally, one of my dreams has been fulfilled :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/54_12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/3b_12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114326956269516067?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114326956269516067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114326956269516067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114326956269516067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114326956269516067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-addtition-to-family-bass-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114252089445448927</id><published>2006-03-16T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:54:54.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, many of you said that my previous quiz was tooooo easy -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this one then. If you know this, then you truly are my friend, haha! 70 and above to pass :P NO CHEATING.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="10" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="30"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=060316094920-780946" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take My Quiz&lt;br /&gt;- on -&lt;br /&gt;QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114252089445448927?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114252089445448927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114252089445448927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114252089445448927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114252089445448927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-quiz-ok-many-of-you-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114148718616592234</id><published>2006-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:14:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok ok here's the link to my quiz.. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a prize for those who score from 80 to 100 points :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="10"  style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="30"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=060304104247-978427" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take My Quiz&lt;br /&gt;- on -&lt;br /&gt;QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114148718616592234?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114148718616592234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114148718616592234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114148718616592234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114148718616592234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-ok-heres-link-to-my-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114141606735586496</id><published>2006-03-03T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:01:08.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A song which really makes me reminisce about certain events in my life. Really makes me think and feel so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's it gonna be - Third Eye Blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Before you take a swing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What are we fighting for&lt;br /&gt;When I say out loudI want to get out of this&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder How it's going to be&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one there to talk to, between you and me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't care&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to laugh&lt;br /&gt;There's a shouting match&lt;br /&gt;Sharp as a thumbnail scratch&lt;br /&gt;A silence I can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;Like the hammock by the door way we spent time in, swings empty&lt;br /&gt;I don't see lightning like las fall when it was always...&lt;br /&gt;About to hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how's it going to be when it goes down&lt;br /&gt;Hows it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When your're  not around&lt;br /&gt;Hows it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When you found out there was nothing&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't care&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Hows it going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know me any more&lt;br /&gt;And how's it going to be.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want to get myself back in again&lt;br /&gt;The soft dive of oblivian&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna taste the soul of your skin&lt;br /&gt;The soft dive of oblivian, oblivian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know me any more&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114141606735586496?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114141606735586496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114141606735586496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114141606735586496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114141606735586496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/song-which-really-makes-me-reminisce.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114120159440105937</id><published>2006-03-01T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:36:35.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I am going to blog about another of my passions, no it's not DOTA. DOTA is not a passion, it's an addiction. An addiction which, so far, has not gotten me with it's filthy paws yet, lol. Here's a cleaner, healthier passion. It may not cost you $1.5o per hour, but it's definitelty something which I enjoy doing more. If it were cheaper, I would do it almost everyday. It's a sport called wakeboarding, and it costs about $75 - $80 and hour. I usually go with 2 more people, and we split the costs evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wakeboarding a few years back. Leon was the the person who introduced me to this sport. It was difficult to learn how to stand etc.. and it is still difficult now when advancing to more difficult moves like jumping off the wake, doing grabs etc. Here are a few pics of Xav, Kev and me doing the sport. Funny? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/131_3164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a trick demonstrated by Xav. It's called the statue. You just stand there and don't move at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/150_5045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called a toe-side edge as demonsrated by kev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/150_5019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me doing a wake jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/131_3158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev and his board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/116_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/meandboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xav and his board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a really fun sport. In fact I'm gonna go with Xav and a friend tomorrow to wakeboard. Hmm, I hope the weather is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some fun pics to enjoy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/mir_val_pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a normal picture of a valley/mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn it vertically..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/mir_val_pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get this. Do you see a man's face? Amazing? Fact or fiction. You decide, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114120159440105937?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114120159440105937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114120159440105937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114120159440105937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114120159440105937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-am-going-to-blog-about-another.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-114071678131087819</id><published>2006-02-23T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:46:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something which I wrote when I was impatient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Late Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're Late again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I'm here waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like A stupid fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have better ways to spend my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Than to wait here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While you committ your crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, your crime is wasting other peoples' time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it's like as if my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does not even worth a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So tell me my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What's keeping you from being on time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or are you just going to keep quiet like a mime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've told you once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I've told you twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Heck, I think I've even told you a million times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That being late ain't so funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So get on your feet and sprint like a bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wait a minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You can't sprint to save your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cos you're so fat and that ain't a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hang out with you I still do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I seriously do not know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll just say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-114071678131087819?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/114071678131087819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=114071678131087819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114071678131087819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/114071678131087819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-which-i-wrote-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113993222364205196</id><published>2006-02-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:53:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt this a thousand times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sin hard and I'll surely fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I watch as my life takes a turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In the fires of hell I'll burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My friend, no matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know that surely, I will die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My ray of hope, it quickly shatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In the end, nothing really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is my consequence of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But you know I can't let my demons win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll take every chance that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To grasp this ray of hope till I breathe my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Speeding through this tunnel of darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This earth, full of deceit and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Struggling hard in a nightmare that never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Knowing I'll wake only if you hear my cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's hard to keep it altogether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The demons laugh as I scream with madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Searching hard for something so untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's just too bad I don't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is my consequence of sin&lt;br /&gt;But you know I can't let my demons win&lt;br /&gt;I'll take every chance that I have&lt;br /&gt;To grasp this ray of hope till I breathe my last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113993222364205196?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113993222364205196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113993222364205196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113993222364205196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113993222364205196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-felt-this-thousand-times-before-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113947358022521796</id><published>2006-02-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:26:20.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006. A year where I have been thinking back so much of the past.  Past joys, past hurts, past regrets, past friendships. For me, secondary school life was probably the most fun and one of the best times of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a period where a teenager learns both the good and bad things in his/her life. It might even determine what kind of person he/she will turn out to be in the later part of life. A young heart is easily shaped and moulded, to be either good or bad. For me, it worked both ways. Being a teenager taught me to be more independent, to learn to fend for myself and not depend too much on others, though we do need people in our lives. It was a time for me where a bloody nose and getting into trouble was a common thing. Bad grades, disappointed parents and teachers.. ok I didn't care about the teachers that much. Picked up vices like smoking, drinking etc. Skipped school to go jamming, sleeping at bishan park countless times, getting into trouble with the cops, getting into trouble with other people, shoplifting.. got caught but escaped. Sounds like a sin confession doesn't it? Haha. NO it's not. 1 or rather 2 things which kept me sane. My friends and music. Why so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Because my friends were the ones who were always there for me. We were there for each other. When 1 was in trouble, all will help. Why music? Because, we played in a band. If we didn't, we would have joined a secret society gang. For me, I chose music over that, and I am glad I did. Imagine where I would be now if I chose to join a gang. In prison? Or worse, in a ceremic jar... Believe it or not, this is what I have been thinking of the past 1 or 2 weeks or so. Emotional? No la.. Just grateful to God that I could spend that part of my life. I wouldn't want it any other way. Well, of course there were mistakes and regrets. But without them, I would learn nothing. I won't be able to differentiate right from wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well this new year, like the rest, is no different. Celebrated it with friends, family. So many changes to be made in my life, but can't seem to find the motivation and the drive. CNY sucked big time this year. Apart from the eve where we went to vintage, sun service and dinner at ling's place and movie with xav and some of the teens, went to Kev's place and watched comedy and music vids till like 3am. Apart from that, everything else sucked. Don't want to talk about it for now. Ask me why next time. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's only the start of the year and already I am feeling kind of frustrated and hopeless. Oh well, life goes on. No pics to show you guys. I need a digi cam! And since everyone is putting this on their blogs, I'll do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;HistoryForeign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113947358022521796?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113947358022521796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113947358022521796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113947358022521796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113947358022521796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/02/2006.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113721083276163191</id><published>2006-01-13T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:53:52.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am.. sitting here, listening to Third Eye Blind in the morning, still trying to figure out what to blog, lol. Maybe I will try something different.. Sorry for the inconvenience caused. Do watch this space for an update soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113721083276163191?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113721083276163191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113721083276163191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113721083276163191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113721083276163191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113531792515821936</id><published>2005-12-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:05:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Welcome to the jungle!" were the first words I heard when I stepped into my friend's flat. The song was blasting on the stereo. What happened to the Christmas carols which were supposed to be playing instead? It's so easy to forget the Christmas tradition nowadays.. Santa Claus?? Where did he come from? Rudolph the red nose reindeer??o.0 Anyway, it was great to see my ex classmates from my sec school. None of them have changed much, seriously. In terms of looks and character. They have grown more mature though. They were more understanding, more giving, less hot tempered. Other than that. It was like old times, hanging out together, chatting.. having fun. Ain't it fun to get together once in a long while like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My friend has this irritating dog which kept jumping on me though, and I hated it. I had a bad attitude toward it.. Grrrr.. and the hair of the dog was all over the place.. luckily none of it got stuck on me. I wanted to take my friend's black leather bag to bash the dog, LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The food was excellent too. We had turkey (of cos), roast beef, ham, stuffed fowl, salad, wine, vodka, pastries.. etc. Only thing which was lacking was beer. Forgot to buy. But there was wine and vodka. Oh well, anything goes la. We were supposed to wait for 1 more friend to come before eating but he was held back in camp.. so before anyone started to lose his patience and throw a fit, haha, we decided to eat first. "Stuffed like a turkey" was how I felt after eating. If I ate anymore I would end up in a coma..haha. We were making so much noise too, playing guitar and Tekken on PS2. The neighbours were probably thinking that they are living right next door to hell. Who cares, we were having fun lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Time really flies, we've known each other for like 14 years or more. It was just like a few yesterdays ago that we were in sec school. I was glad to see Jansen there too. Just 1 guy didn't turn up though.. he had an emotional breakdown and didn't feel like coming. Gosh.. really hope that he's alright. It was getting late and everyone had to leave. I wanted to catch the last nightrain back before I missed it. We all had fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yes, and as promised and inspired by Sha, there are 12 Guns N' Roses songs in this entry. Can you find them all? A small reward for those who can. It'll be easy for those hard core fans, haha. have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113531792515821936?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113531792515821936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113531792515821936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113531792515821936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113531792515821936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/12/reunion-welcome-to-jungle-were-first.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113515555459940111</id><published>2005-12-21T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:59:14.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try something different since I am so bored. Notice how those teenagers talk online with their own lingo? Yea I learnt it while playing online games. It's so funny.. Don't know? Well, I am going to do that for this entry, don't puke, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThEse PaSt feW dAEs veRy bORinG....nOthInG tO dO dE. StAY aT hOmE oSo nOtHIngZ tO Do oNE.. HaIZzzZ.. BoReD so oN MoNDaY I mEeT SHaWn anD kYnAsTOn tO eAT diNneR n dEn we pLaY DoTa....So haPpy wOrZ, kYnAsToN n mE wIN ShAWn n hIs tEaM. HahAzz..  (Oh man I can't believe i am doing this -_- )  AFteR tAtZ wE wEnt hoMe cOZ lAte lE....U nOe wAT? KyNaStON anD mI miSsEd ouR laST bUs, sO sADzz.... sOBzz. So nO cHoIcE.....wE taKe cAb aNd I seNd hIm bAcK cOz hE sTAy nEaR my hOusE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough, I cannot tahan!! Haha.. Anyway, yea, nothing much to blog about for now. Yesterday spent time with Gary at Jalan Kayu and had teochew porridge buffet. Not bad la.. I wouldn't say that it's wonderful. But it's eat all you can, so I am not complaining. Was sick for the past 3 days since sunday night. I think it was the curry I ate at little india :( Got a fever after that.. Still feeling feverish and weak. Think I'll go rest now. See you all soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113515555459940111?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113515555459940111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113515555459940111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113515555459940111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113515555459940111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-gonna-try-something-different-since.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113492139999561085</id><published>2005-12-18T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T07:56:40.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducing my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as suggested by Kev, here are a few pics of my  room. I know that they are of not too good quality, so pls bear with me. I used  my phone cam to take these pics and enlarged them with photoshop and touched  them up a bit. Lousy resolution. Anyway, a brief history.. I have been staying  in this room for 20 over years already. It's a small room, but cosy in my own  way :) People who are unfortunate enough to step into my room will know what I  am talking about. It's just nice for 1 person to live in. 2's a crowd. Three is  a stampede. LoL. As you can see, it's pretty messed up, compared to Kev's. Well,  I am not complaining. I love my room actually, only thing it can get a lil hot  in here if the air con is not switched on. Occasionally my dogs will pop in to  visit and sleep on the floor. Presenting, my messy room! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;An overview of my room. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Another overview pic. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This is where I do all my online stuff etc..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/0.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/c.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;My room door. It's blocked by some of my clothes =X&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; Some stuff that is in my room :&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; My bass amp. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This is a familiar pic, if you have been visiting my blog. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;My star wars figures collection. People call my room a 'toy shop'. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Another pic of my collection. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Some figures from Japan. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;A room is not complete without this. Guess what? No prizes for correct  answers though.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;My messy DVD/PS2 collection. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Messy CD collection. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;That's about all I think. Yup. Nothing much cos it's a small room. Maybe  when I get a better cam, I can give you guys a tour of my house. Till then,  cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113492139999561085?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113492139999561085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113492139999561085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113492139999561085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113492139999561085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/12/introducing-my-room-ok-as-suggested-by.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113479910061488643</id><published>2005-12-16T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:01:48.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So why are you here for? 'How long will you be here?' 'Where will you be staying?' 'Do you have the address where you will be staying?' 'How much cash do you have with you?' 'Anything to declare?' 'What's in your bag?' 'Any drugs, alcohol or weapons with you?' 'Who will you be staying with? A friend? What's he doing in Australia?' 'So you're here to watch Motley Crue?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YES!' MOTLEY CRUE! I was shouting it in my head. Those questions and more were asked by an Australian customs officer. As expected, they were strict, very strict and detailed. They checked and checked over and over again, as if hoping to find some drugs or bomb components on me. But too bad for them, they didn't find any. They were professional though, stern but friendly in a way. Oh well, blame OBL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Melbourne for a week. This is my 3rd time there already. 1st time was with my parents, 2nd time was with John Foo, and this time, with Marvin and Alan. "What am I doing here" was the constant question in my head, seriously. I was not very keen on coming here again. I had mixed feelings. Good because I will get to see some old friends. Bad because it's a waste of money coming here again. I should have gone somewhere else. Nevermind, I enjoyed myself very much still. Melbourne is a great place to stay/live. The people here, many of them, are friendly and more considerate. Even the drivers give way to pedestrians  though they have the right of way. The weather at this time is mad. It's like 4 seasons in a week. Hot, cool, cold, HOT, breezy.. Stayed with our awesome hosts John and Nan Nan. Here are some photos which we took :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/7044089a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome hosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_7835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cute baby girl, Elsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_7639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Melbourne church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/c6008726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unripened grapes. Shot taken in Yarra Wine Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_7799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_7797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan Nan and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/78c4a620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/f4558cea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife to be, Ford and Verlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/a04c7ea3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John bore a fruit! Yong, a Vietnamese guy who is also John's classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/motleycrue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the main reasons why we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Gotta rush off. Gonna watch King Kong later with some friends. Bruce said it's a bad show. Hmm. I'll judge for myself. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113479910061488643?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113479910061488643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113479910061488643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113479910061488643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113479910061488643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/12/melbourne-so-why-are-you-here-for-how.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113333872754003344</id><published>2005-11-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:18:47.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ROCK N ROLL ALL NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this will probably be my last post until I come back from Melbourne. For those of you who do not know, I'll be leaving for Melbourne this Sat morning with Marvin. I'm going there to visit some old friends of mine. They are Christians from our church but some of them, they have either migrated there, or some are studying there now. One of them is even getting married there. Too bad I can't stay for the wedding, which will be held in Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides visiting, we're gonna watch Marvin's favourite band play live in Melbourne. Motley Crue! I hope that there won't be any riots though. Haha. I just hope that the Australian customs won't give me a hard time too. They always do, lol. Why? Must be my face, look like terrorist. And besides that, there's tension in the air right now because of the drug trafficking incident. I always hate to go through customs, such a bore and a drag. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I really had an unexpected time of my life. I went to vintage with alan and some other friends; isaac, coleman etc. I was just supposed to go there for a short drink and go home. But then, I ended up being DJ for the night again as Jon, the owner, was sick. He's getting sick quite often now. Hmmm.. tio cancer liao? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stayed till about 2 plus! Alan went off earlier. Then, we decided to go for supper. So 4 of us,  Isaac, Loon, Coleman and myself hopped into Coleman's car and drove to Newton Circus. There, Loon introduced us to the most really really really awesome  3 in 1 prawn noodles. Why 3 in 1? Cos I told the uncle to mix pork ribs, prawns and pig tail into my noodles. They were supposed to be sold seperately. Best prawn noodles I have ever eaten in a really really long time. After that, we had a couple more beers, talked A LOT and then, just as we decided to go, which was already 4 plus, it rained! Heavily! Coleman's car was like 1000 miles away, so we could not walk there. We would have been drenched. So guess what? We sat down, ordered more beers and talked even more, lol. I never laughed so much before.. The stuff that we talked about, haha. Nothing bad though. I had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the rain stopped. But time didn't. It was 6am! The first bus drove past.. The guys who had to work knew they were in trouble. Haha. I reached home at ard 645.. the sky was bright, and my parents and 2 dogs were awake. Gosh.  Checked my emails and went to sleep after my bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do before I leave for Melbourne : Print name cards. Meet Alvin to pass him his share of name cards. Spend some time with my family. Escape from people who are asking me to include them in my shopping list. Haha. That's about it, I guess. I'll see you guys really soon k? Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113333872754003344?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113333872754003344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113333872754003344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113333872754003344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113333872754003344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/11/rock-n-roll-all-night-ok-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113196576088363999</id><published>2005-11-14T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:56:00.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A New Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finally managed to hang my guitars on the wall after much effort and help from my dad. We had many unsuccessful attempts because the screws which were included with the guitar hangars were too short. We had to use longer ones with some reinforcements. Had a bad expercience too cos when one of my basses was hanging on the wall, the hangar actually gave way and my bass came crashing down :( Luckily, it's still working fine. Nevermind about it's cosmetic condition, cos it looks really rugged already, which is a good thing. Here are some pics of the guitars :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/room1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is before my bass dropped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/room2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A close up shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/room3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another close up shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/room4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is after everything was re-done again. Notice the green streak which is painted on the wall. Yup, my dad did that to cover up all the 'holes which failed'. We did lots of drilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/room5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notice anything different or familiar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday (sunday) was a really really long day for me and some others. Had a devo at 830am in the morning, lunch at marvin's place after service, went to play DOTA after that, came back to church for band practice with Kev, lex and Marvin at 8 plus and finished everything at 11 plus.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, we (Kev, me, Lex and Marvin) are gonna have a gig this friday on a ship, so exciting! It's a private function by Dee's company. Dee is a sister from the northwest (Leon's wife) Leon is Dee's husband is a brother from the northwest marrieds who was from the east. Haha. Looking forward to playing on the ship. Will try to post some pics of the gig if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ever notice that the weather has been extremely hot lately? And the worst part is that my aircon is not functioning properly. It's not as cold. Argh. Gonna take a cold shower now. See you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113196576088363999?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113196576088363999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113196576088363999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113196576088363999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113196576088363999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-look-i-finally-managed-to-hang-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113134896416180968</id><published>2005-11-07T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:37:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Busy morning/afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, I decided to pack up my room cos the mess is getting unbearable. There's still a lot of stuff to be cleared. So far, I cleared about like 2 thrash bags full of junk. My room looks a bit neater now. I would show you guys some pics but I can't cos I do not have a digi cam like some people do. Lol. Also, I have to get my 2 guitars hung on my room wall. That means drilling holes in the walls! Fun! All I need to get now are those rubber like reinforcement thingys to insert them into the drilled holes. They provide extra support. Waiting to see if Kev can spare me some or not, if not gotta go buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the afternoon, I did something which I do not usually do at all. I cooked soup for my family. Haha. Chopped up some pork soft bones, some carrots, corn, onions and potatoes and some peanuts, yes. These make the super really tasty and sweet. Boiled the pork soft bones for about an hour plus, added in the rest of the stuff and boiled it for about another hour or slightly less. Well, I would use the really big pork bones, something like tulang cos it's much much better, but I could not get it, so..oh well. The soup's great :) Wanna try? Here's a tiny pic :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/soup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gonna continue cleaning up my room soon. Keep you guys posted again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113134896416180968?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113134896416180968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113134896416180968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113134896416180968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113134896416180968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-morningafternoon-today-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113094529305333419</id><published>2005-11-02T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:47:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has definitely been a eventful weekend and week for me so far. On Sunday after church, my group had lunch with House of Rock. It was Marvin's birthday too. So we celebrated and shared for him, and after that, it was off to play DOTA with the rest, you should know who la. If not, then ask, LoL. KOP needs to be fragged :P And no, the items pictured below can't be bought here, so pls stop clicking on them already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/dt2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlight for Sunday was Marvin's birthday gig at a place in Boat Quay called The Actor's Pub, or something like that. It was supposedly Slingshot's ( the name of our band) ever first public performance. Everything happened so last minute. I never expected that we would find a place to perform/jam. Click &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nailhood.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; to Kev's blog for more details about how we got the place. On the whole, it was a fun jam, also because I knew most of the people there so I was not so insecure and could be quite out of myself. A few unexpected people turned up too, and I was really glad to see them. Jo and Marilyn were some of them. Bun Bun was not there though, haha. Next time you must come ok? Really unexpected, haha. Thanks for coming down to support, all of you! Here are some pics I 'stole' from Dewey's blog. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_0576.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/IMG_0575.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though we made quite a few mistakes here and there, cos it really was an unrehearsed performance, but overall, I think we did pretty ok. Any inputs for the band? :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, till the next update then.. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113094529305333419?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113094529305333419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113094529305333419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113094529305333419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113094529305333419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-it-has-definitely-been-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-113013077109581746</id><published>2005-10-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:15:22.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday has definitely got to be one of my better Saturdays. Why? Because I got to go to a concert featuring one of the world's best guitarist. He is rated one of the best. His name is Eric Johnson. He held his concert in NUS at the UCC (University Cultural Centre). Weird place to hold a concert. Anyway, it's not your usual rock concert with loud screeching guitars and mad drum beats. It was actually more civilized. The audience were seated in allocated seats and were very well behaved too, haha. I was with Kev and we met Alex and Keith by coincidence too. Emmanuel was there as well. Kev was over enthusiatic and went around talking to people he didn't know, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was excellent, though it could clearly be seen that Eric was pretty tired from all that touring etc.. He did make a few subtle mistakes here and there but overall, I'd rate his playing a 9.5/10 still. Overall, he did a fantastic job, even though it was only a 3 piece band. He was working so hard on stage. You got to see it to believe it. Here are a few pics of him :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/025_G.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/51146495.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we went to eat at a nearby place. The so called famous Fong Seng nasi lemak. Didn't try that though. We were about to enter the shop when the power went out. So we had western food next door instead. Oh well, now, to me, it's famous not for it's nasi lemak, but for it's power failures. Until the next time I go back there, this impression will remain in me, lol. Hey, first impressions last right? Went home after that.. Keith sent Kev home, Alex sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-113013077109581746?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/113013077109581746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=113013077109581746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113013077109581746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/113013077109581746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-saturday-has-definitely-got-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112969787613717668</id><published>2005-10-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:01:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Not feeling too well, today.. woke up with a sore throat and slight fever. Woke up at 640am today to give Kev a morning call, he's going to Malaysia with a few other christians. He'll be gone for 2 days, yup. Everyone is going to Malaysia. My parents have gone there for a week, and Marvin went to Genting Highlands with his parents for 2 days also. Sigh, I should get out of the country too for a while. Hope I can go to the Motley Crue concert in Melbourne in December.. *keeps fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time yesterday with Kev, Sam and Seth jamming at TP. Emmanuel was sick so he could not join us. Just messed around playing songs which we usually do not play. We switched roles too, haha. I played bass, guitar and drums, Kev played drums and guitar and sang, Sam played bass and guitar. It was more like a circus act. But it was great fun. Nothing beats jamming with your buddies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chores I did today : &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Swept the house, cleaned up the garden. Yes, the garden needs to be cleaned, especially when you have got 2 dogs and the stuff that they leave behind.. yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which need to be achieved this week : &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Get my bass strap lock fixed, order guitar stands on ebay for myself and Kev, complete my journaling (lagging like mad), check digital piano prices for Yan, attend Mike and Betsy's wedding this sat and the highlight of the week : go to Eric Johnson's concert with Kev and Emmanuel! Get my bike up and running, cos we're planning to go night cycling with Sam and probably Dom next week. And on Sunday, will probably have a band practice in church. Yup that's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112969787613717668?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112969787613717668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112969787613717668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112969787613717668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112969787613717668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-feeling-too-well-today.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112962751990959875</id><published>2005-10-18T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:25:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;Ist  es lustig, daß, wenn das Leben Ihnen gutes etwas gibt, es Ihnen noch etwas geben  muß immer, das zweimal außerdem so schlecht ist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;Mais  toujours, nous devons vivre la vie pleinement.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now translate that.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/15636173-112962751990959875?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112962751990959875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112962751990959875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112962751990959875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112962751990959875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/10/ist-es-lustig-da-wenn-das-leben-ihnen.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112954065003295583</id><published>2005-10-17T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:30:28.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;you caught me in a coma&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I wanna&lt;br /&gt;Ever come back to this, world again&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like it in a coma,&lt;br /&gt;Cos no one's ever gonna,&lt;br /&gt;Make me come back to this, world again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel as if I'm floating away&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel all the pressure&lt;br /&gt;And I like it this way,&lt;br /&gt;But my body's calling, my body's calling,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come back to this, world again?&lt;br /&gt;Suspended deep in a sea of black&lt;br /&gt;I've got the light at the end&lt;br /&gt;I've got the bones on the mast&lt;br /&gt;Well I've gone sailing, I've gone sailing.&lt;br /&gt;I could leave so easily,&lt;br /&gt;While friends are calling back to me&lt;br /&gt;They said they're leaving it all up to me,&lt;br /&gt;When I all I needed was clarity and,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell me what the world is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Slipping farther and farther away,&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle how long I can stay&lt;br /&gt;In a world our minds created&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's full of crap..&lt;br /&gt;Please understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm climbing through the wreckage, of all my broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;But this cheap investigation just can't stifle all my screams,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting, at the crossroads waiting for you, waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;No one's gonna bother me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna mess with my head no more,&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand what all this fighting's for,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so nice here, down off the shore&lt;br /&gt;I wish you can see this cos there's nothing to see,&lt;br /&gt;It's peaceful here and it's fine with me,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the world where I used to live&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;I live my live like it's a coma,&lt;br /&gt;So won't you tell me why we'd wanna&lt;br /&gt;With all the reasons you give it's, kind of hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to tell you that that I've seen any reason why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd be better off without me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I got a one way ticket on my last chance ride&lt;br /&gt;I got a one way ticket to my, suicide,&lt;br /&gt;I got a one way ticket and there's no way out alive.&lt;br /&gt;And all this crass communication that has left me in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old,&lt;br /&gt;But if home is where the heart is, then there's stories to be told,&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need a doctor no one else can heal my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Got my, mind in submission&lt;br /&gt;Got my life on the line&lt;br /&gt;But nobody pulled the trigger, they just, stepped aside&lt;br /&gt;They'd be down by the water while I, watch them waving goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;They'd be calling in morning,&lt;br /&gt;They'd be calling on the phone&lt;br /&gt;They'd be waiting for a answer but you know nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;And when the bells stopped ringing it was, nobody's fault but my own.&lt;br /&gt;There were always ample warnings,&lt;br /&gt;There were always subtle signs,&lt;br /&gt;And I would have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me too much time&lt;br /&gt;And when I said that no one's listening,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd my best friend drop a dime?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so tired of waiting, for a way to spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to be social, it's so easy to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's easy to be hungry when I ain't got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could help me&lt;br /&gt;With what I hope to find&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still out here waiting, watching re-runs of my life,&lt;br /&gt;When I reach the point of breaking, know it's gonna take some time,&lt;br /&gt;To heal the broken memories another man would need, just to survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112954065003295583?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112954065003295583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112954065003295583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112954065003295583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112954065003295583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/10/coma-hey-you-caught-me-in-coma-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112835739891544876</id><published>2005-10-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:36:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOOOOONG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whoa long time since I last blogged. Oh yes, I finally got my Fender Jazz Special. The one which I have always wanted to have since my sec school days, and it finally arrived today! It is still in pretty good shape, considering the fact that it is about 20 years old. There are some cosmetic defects here and there, but Kev and me have decided to get a buffing machine to give our guitars a good polish. I hope that by doing it, it will at least improve the look of my bass by a bit. I had to send it in to  Guitar Workshop to set up the neck cos there was some major buzzing when I tried to bend the strings after the 12th fret. The 12th fret on the guitar is usually marked with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's just some guitar knowledge for you. Haha. Anyway, here's a pic of my bass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/11.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112835739891544876?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112835739891544876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112835739891544876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112835739891544876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112835739891544876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/10/looooong-time-whoa-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112704880385333881</id><published>2005-09-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:06:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another Birthday Tribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;17th Sept was the birthday of another of my best buddies, Kevin Tan. Got to know him in church since 2002. This guy definitely takes boredom out of life and adds color to it instead. He's also the guitarist of our current band, Slingshot, and was also the guitarist of the now defunct Confusing Simplicity, another band which we formed about 1 year plus back. Kev is a really great guy and super approachable. I never hesitate to ask him for help, advice etc. Ok Kev, this is to make up for last night's lousy sharing. You have really been the most patient friend I have had so far. Thanks for bringing so much fun and laughter into our lives. Continue to be joyful and don't lose that zeal. If there was only 1 life which you have impacted, then it has got to be mine :) Have a great year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some photos of Kev : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/3eb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Third Eye Blind fanatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/kevlight.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Told you he can conjure magic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/kevpowerjam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guitarist of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=15636173"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112704880385333881?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112704880385333881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112704880385333881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112704880385333881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112704880385333881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-birthday-tribute-17th-sept-was.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112599621014145148</id><published>2005-09-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:55:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alright, time to update my blog again. Was supposed to collect my bass on Sat from guitar workshop after receiving a call from them. So I went down with Kev, only to find out that both our guitars were half done..waste our time. Went for dinner after that. On Sunday, went to church and after lunch and meeting, went to play DOTA! For those of you who do not know what it is, it's an online game where players upgrade themselves and start murdering each other, haha. It's a mod game of the ever so popular Warcraft III. Played with some other church friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;On monday, stayed home till about night time, then went to meet TK, a friend who wanted to buy some toys from me and Kev. So he came to my place, picked me up, but before heading over to Kev's, we made a detour to Sentosa cos TK wanted to pick something up from his friend. It's a place called Artist's Village. I was amazed when I went in, not only because of the art pieces, which were quite good. (I still don't have a digi cam, so can't take pics) I was also amazed by TK's friend's pets. He had a green tree python and, my fav animal there, a baby hedgehog! When I first saw it, it was hiding underneath a small t shirt, so I thought that it was just a hamster or chinchilla. But when it emerged from the cloth, I was surprised to see it. At first I thought that it was a porcupine, haha. Here's a pic of what it looks like, though not the actual one that I saw, but similar. The one I saw had a pointy nose, super cute, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/hedgehog-0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was only about the size of my palm. When I asked how much it costs, the owner told me $250! Wa..Another friend, Sanjeev told me he could help me get one, illegally, haha. But it will last only only 3-4 years, so, no point I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh yes, and today is Xav's birthday. He told me to blog about how great a person he is. So, ok, here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xavier is an awesome friend. He never fails to bring joy to us. Yup.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's what I have to say for now, sorry Xav, lol. I'll save my sharing for later if I ever get the chance haha. Here are some pics of Xav, hope he does not mind, haha :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/47b4d829b3127ccebfa6f2cfe96d0000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/brainfreeze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/lol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/131_3159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112599621014145148?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112599621014145148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112599621014145148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112599621014145148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112599621014145148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/09/alright-time-to-update-my-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112563805393801952</id><published>2005-09-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:30:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this font size ok or are your eyes hurting already? Anyway, my tag board is pretty much messed up now, it's all the way below, lol. Maybe the pics I posted are too large and it was 'forced' to go down. Hmm..dunno how also. Anyway, in the music world, ex Guns N' Roses members Slash and Duff have sued singer Axl Rose again. This time for some money issue. Axl apparently took their share of royalties and now he is being sued for about 1 million US I think..sian, haha. GN'R is still my all time favourite band despite whatever has happened. I like the music more than the members of the band, but then the music won't happen without them. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. There is life after GN'R, and that is Velvet Revolver, haha. You can read the article somewhere in the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/Guns_N__Roses_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of GN'R in the former glory. Yesterdayz~~~~ lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112563805393801952?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112563805393801952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112563805393801952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112563805393801952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112563805393801952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-this-font-size-ok-or-are-your-eyes_02.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112563658338491278</id><published>2005-09-02T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:00:15.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally have time to update my blog..been pretty busy and lazy, lol. Well, where should I start? Ok, think I'll start from Wed, cos life before that was just rotting at home. Oh no wait, I'll start from Tues.. Went to watch a show with Alvin and Kev in Tampines. We watched Perth : The Geylang Massacre. Yes, again. Second time for me, but I still enjoyed it. After that we had dinner and went back home. Wed, went to Guitar Workshop with Kev. I wanted to get my bass maintained and also to straighten out the warped neck. Estimated cost : $60. Wa.. Kev also wanted to fix his acoustic and get his pedal board done up so it will look more pro. So who else to ask but guitar pro, Francis Poh, for advice. And so we got advice. Went to art friend, bought a big piece of plywood and proceeded to Kev's to start the mission. I think maybe I should let Kev blog the rest, and I guess he'll have some pics of the completed product too, haha. Had some obstacles along the way too. Go to Kev's for more info when he updates his blog, which should be real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, spent the afternoon completing the pedal board then went to meet Xav and Fatso for dinner and movie : Red Eye. Not bad, suspenseful in a way, and some parts are predictable, maybe because the trailer spoilt everything. Still, it's worth watching. After the movie, we went back home. Anyway, came across this interesting website claiming to have found many species of weird creatures on earth. They mummified these creatures. These include sea creatures, ranging from fish to turtles and land/air dwellers like dragons and demons. LOL. Yea right? Well, here are some pics I got, up to you to believe. Do I believe? Hmmm..what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/wingeddemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called a lesser demon. Looks convincing doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/reddragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red dragon. These guys are the size of a large bat. Same goes for the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/lesserdemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another demon. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/dragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/demonbat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourites. I wonder where can I get another one? I want to keep it as a pet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/demon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/demon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting. Notice the arrow shaped tail, just like what we see in cartoons. HAHA. Now I wonder who copied who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/dunno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is some weird sea/land creature. I also dunno what this is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all. Be back to update more later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112563658338491278?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112563658338491278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112563658338491278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112563658338491278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112563658338491278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-have-time-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112524714890254406</id><published>2005-08-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:39:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok no pics for this post too..no digi cam la.. It's been a busy weekend for me. On Saturday was flag day for my church! Been a long time since I did anything charitable. To cut short, I had a great time, though there were mean and rude people along the way. Don't wanna waste time talking about them. Xav probably got it more 'jia lat'.. ask him, lol. Went to vintage in the night to celebrate a friend's birthday, got lots of free drinks, and went back home at 3am with Coleman. Reached home at about 345am! Slept at 5... OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Woke up for church..looked at the clock, 930..oook..LATE! VERY LATE! Rushed to take a shower, changed got my dad to fetch me. Reached church at 1015am..not too bad, haha. Service had just begun. Went for lunch at Marche Suntec with some other church friends. Had a rosti sausage and a root beer. Yes, root beer and not real beer. Had enough the night before. Too bad, no pics to show you the awesome food, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Met Xav and Kev at Orchard, played pool, and as usual someone kept on dominating the pool table LOL. Then we saw a horrible band playing along Orchard Road, too horrible for words. Haha. Went to Tampines for dinner and hung out a bit more and went back home, super tired. Zzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112524714890254406?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112524714890254406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112524714890254406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112524714890254406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112524714890254406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-no-pics-for-this-post-too.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112499193387041954</id><published>2005-08-26T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:50:01.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;JAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today started out as a normal day, stayed at home in the day till about 5, then called Sam up to see if he wanted to have dinner at TP. Reason is also because Sam n Kev were supposed to have a practice, so I decided to join them. Upon reaching design canteen, saw Tim and Dom there too. More dinner companions, great, haha. After that just had a good time jamming and playing all sorts of songs. Haha, no matter how good or bad we sounded, most importantly, was that we had fun and each other. That's all that mattered for that jam, haha. After that went to bedok block 85 for supper. People who go there always rant about how good the bah chor mee is..well, I think my new favourite dish is the pork porridge with century egg, plus a raw egg in it. Too bad got no pics..someone forgot to take the photos even when he brought his digi cam along. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cartoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, had nothing to do so I watched cartoon network on cable and watched this hilarious cartoon called : The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. LOL. It's about these 2 kids who 'enslaved' the Grim Reaper and he has to make them his best friends. It's a funny cartoon with some adult references, haha. Not too bad la. If not it won't make it on cartoon network. Try watching it if you can on a boring day. It might entertain you for a while, haha. I like the way Billy laughs, haha. Here are pics of the cartoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Billy and Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/billymandy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/grim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112499193387041954?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112499193387041954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112499193387041954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112499193387041954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112499193387041954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/jam-today-started-out-as-normal-day.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112487071461557087</id><published>2005-08-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:05:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish I had a digi cam so that I could take more pics and put it in my blog just like Kev's, lol. Nevermind, haha. So what did I do yesterday? Basically stayed home to rot till dinner time, where I went to my cousin's place for dinner. Something freaky, or maybe not la ( I had freakier experiences) happened while I was there. Recently, my cousin's pet dog died of some illness and had to be put down. So when we were in the backyard eating, I heard a bark similar to my cousin's dog coming from the kitchen. It was a short, sharp bark, just once, and I was very very sure I heard it. And no, my cousin's neighbour does not own a dog. And not long after the bark, I heard a whining sound just beside me. I was not really freaked out, but more to curious. No one else heard it except me. Kev gave me some weird+psychological+scientific+paranormal explaination, lol. If you want to hear about more of my experiences, ask me, or you can join our team of "ghost hunters". There was a period of time where me and some friends would go around Singapore looking for every haunted place possible to explore. Too bad I do not have photos to show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112487071461557087?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112487071461557087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112487071461557087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112487071461557087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112487071461557087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wish-i-had-digi-cam-so-that-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112487122682814375</id><published>2005-08-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:13:47.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on the bass I wanna get..price has gone up sky high! But I will still try to squeeze in a last minute bid for it and see how it goes. You can check out the bass &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Fender-Jazz-Bass-Special-4-String-Japan-Guitar-NR_W0QQitemZ7344663895QQcategoryZ64400QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray hard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112487122682814375?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112487122682814375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112487122682814375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112487122682814375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112487122682814375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-on-bass-i-wanna-get.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112477884385734316</id><published>2005-08-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:36:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the bass guitar that I really really want to get.. it's the same model used by Duff Mckagan, bass player for Velvet Revolver, ex bass player for Guns N' Roses. I like it also because of it's all black neck and matching pearl/cream yellowish white body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fj2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/fj1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pic of duff and his bass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/duff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is, his bass has some weird skull sticker, but I think he changed it to something else. Anyway, pray hard that I can get the bass, haha. Been wanting it since my sec school days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112477884385734316?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112477884385734316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112477884385734316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112477884385734316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112477884385734316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-bass-guitar-that-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112477700004744751</id><published>2005-08-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:03:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up pretty late today.. Was at vintage last night with a few friends. Actually planned to go back early but some dude kept buying us drinks and requesting for Pantera, haha. Vintage is like a home to the rockers, well not all rockers go there but.. it's a cool place. The drinks are reasonably cheap and they play great music videos, with the occasional canto pop and retro music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/vintage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before that went to watch the local movie, Perth : The Geylang Massacre at Orchard Lido. How was it? It was pretty good, seriously. Not because it had tons of and tons of vulgarities, but, just that, the director at least dared to do something different.. well, I'll let you judge for yourself. Go watch it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112477700004744751?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112477700004744751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112477700004744751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112477700004744751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112477700004744751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/woke-up-pretty-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112470300018900162</id><published>2005-08-22T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:54:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The band Guns N' Roses has always been my all time favourite since secondary 2. Learnt both good and bad stuff from them, lol. Here's a pic of Slash, ex guitarist of GN'R. Well, that's not his real pic but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/amnesiacz/slash002.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112470300018900162?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112470300018900162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112470300018900162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112470300018900162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112470300018900162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/band-guns-n-roses-has-always-been-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112464666739692195</id><published>2005-08-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T10:51:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so this is a new skin, for now. Testing it out only. Got so many things to learn. Still got to put my tag board and pics..sigh..okie gonna learn how to do it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112464666739692195?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112464666739692195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112464666739692195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112464666739692195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112464666739692195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-so-this-is-new-skin-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636173.post-112463848764968088</id><published>2005-08-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:34:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my new blog, still waiting for Kev to help me design a custom front page, haha. Until then, will have to make do with this. Hmm, nothing much to say for now, will probably post something else tomorrow. Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15636173-112463848764968088?l=amnesiacz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/feeds/112463848764968088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15636173&amp;postID=112463848764968088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112463848764968088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15636173/posts/default/112463848764968088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnesiacz.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-my-new-blog-still-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>amnesiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352007688965742490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
