<?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-27404679</id><updated>2012-02-11T16:44:52.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed Simplicity</title><subtitle type='html'>we are just but a simple life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-895984365670604040</id><published>2009-08-27T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:55:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me happy!..u happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;In life there is always a right choice and wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever choice we make there is always a consequence.&lt;br /&gt;So does that make every choice a wrong choice?&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee, today was the start of my EXAMS! twas welly fun!. i went to sch at 12 and went straight on to my clubroom. there, shaz was already in the room....."mugging" really tired cause the night be4 i DIDN'T SLP AT ALL. yea...late nite mugging..haha. well, anyway thanks to that i did something really worth laughting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:*takes lighter from toolbox&lt;br /&gt;shaz:*looks half-heartedly&lt;br /&gt;me: eh, u think the lighter still can work?&lt;br /&gt;shaz:*looks FULLY aware at what i'm doing... i think so&lt;br /&gt;me:*presses the top trying to light it...&lt;br /&gt;silent pause......the laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. well, the thing is... i went ahead to light the lighter but kept pressing the (part where the fire comes out...i dunno the name...go figure)...so i was like for a sec... why won't it turn on?... then shaz was like gonna burst into a giggle...THEN i finally realised..haha. was interesting though. afterwards ard 2.30pm.. went ahead to play cards till 3.20pm....wee..i won a few rounds.. off to exams, sheesh! i was soooo confident that i got the formula right.. i realised i finally forgoten another step... sad part was, i realised it when i just walked out of the room and handed up the paper...NOOOOOOO!!!...12 marks gone just like that... i hope the teacher is lenient..haha..well, that's it for today... oh and thanks a big much to dila for the photos she put up in facebook... really cheered me up. my mood be4 seems lifted...so YAY!..&lt;br /&gt;till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-895984365670604040?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/895984365670604040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=895984365670604040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/895984365670604040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/895984365670604040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-happyu-happy_27.html' title='me happy!..u happy?'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6688591492859108901</id><published>2009-08-25T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:05:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not right...never right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn, i can't think straight. i want to study but my mind keeps wandering somewhere else. this has to stop. like in another 2 days time will be my exam and i've only read 3 chapters!.SHIT! what the hell is wrong with me. i feel empty. maybe it's fasting but i'm ok with it. maybe it's my lifestyle. yea. maybe it is. all it's about is me at home or at school. i'm too orderly. either i'm at school or at home. at home would be near the computer. at school would be the following places. club, library, moberly or t15. i'm so predictable even i myself confessed to that. and now it feels so empty.. hmm...maybe that's the reason...no drive..haha...i hope i get thru this exam alive...or at least be able to pass it..and keep my GPA up. though something else is bothering me. i think.. i think i'm getting too far away from my friends. i miss them. all of em. yet, i don't get close to them. irony. i really miss them. i can rmb old times.. all the good old times when we would help one another. realised something is wrong and try to comfort one another. now, they've made friends and are comforting others the same way they comforted the last time. may sound like gibbrish here.. but i feel comfort is what's needed. i don't fit in class. i feel, all i do there is study. but it's not the same. i feel left out for some reason. i'm outdated i guess. yea, i'm outdated.. and old fossil worth forgetting.. haha. hope i survive this all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6688591492859108901?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6688591492859108901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6688591492859108901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6688591492859108901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6688591492859108901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-rightnever-right.html' title='not right...never right'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6409903309131838094</id><published>2009-08-10T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:24:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okok...first off...YAY to ili for tagging my blog...thought my blog was infected or something since no one came to visit...fyi...IT NT DEAD...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... today is nationals days..so another happy spirit of happy birthday to singapore!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack abit. i found and seem to start getting addicted to youtube...hmmm... note to all.. i kinda find vids of cats....yes...cats. haha, sorry. can't help it... i really really reallly really want a cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today went to my grandma's hse for my uncles B'day...so happy birthday to cik ajis!...haha...was really nice to have to whole family tgt.. oh...and u all must be wondering. ALL THIS POST DOESN"T LINK!...well...here's the linkage. today is national day and today we went to celebrate my uncles birthday which was yesterday but the party was today. so where does the cat part fit in?...well, my granda has a cat named kris...yea..kris.... her grandkids named it kris...nt me...bt the younger younger ones...haha&lt;br /&gt;so, the thing about this cat is tat it's so well trained... my grandma teaches it nt to go into her room AT ALL..bt the cat is allowed outside in the hse...lol...and the cat also noes hw to FETCH!...yes..fetch... my grandma throws a ball, and the cat fetches it...lol...though it kinds of becomes wild and ferocious when we try to play/touch kris..note to self: dun touch kris the belly...his fangs hurts..&lt;br /&gt;bt when my grandma does it... he stays absolutely still....&lt;br /&gt;though.... i think the cat is afraid of my grandma...lol.... seeing my grandma took care of 7 kids before...she noes a thing or to abt discipline. haha...bt i didn't noe that tactic could be applied to a cat...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6409903309131838094?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6409903309131838094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6409903309131838094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6409903309131838094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6409903309131838094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-me.html' title='yay me!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1934817341215247895</id><published>2009-07-27T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:38:57.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.. yesh, i want you! lol... nah, not so much. but i just want a hug...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, my dad is back from doha till this 7th august, i once again failed my FTT. haha yea, i noe. i suck... seriously, i dun think I'M taking it seriously. gonna go take it WITH e-trial..lol. finally a few of the projects i'm doing are moving or as i'd like to say it... inching forward. got most of my MST ard 50% if i didn't say so earlier. yea.. kinda wasn't my day. just got news... finally, our fyp project was accepted. horrah! things are looking up for us. now, just have to study harder and come to lesson more. and hopefully most of my lecturers teaches better...haha. oh, bad thing abt today. i got fever so boo, i can't go to sch..lol. funny that i want to go to sch instead of enjoying this free time off...haha. another good thing is that today i dreamt i was eating sushi...haha!&lt;br /&gt;okey..byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1934817341215247895?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1934817341215247895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1934817341215247895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1934817341215247895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1934817341215247895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-u.html' title='i want u'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-9166427488059066048</id><published>2009-07-22T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:00:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr here, grr there, grr everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;lol, a good start. ok, seriously i need a medium to vent out my anger... it's overflowing in me.&lt;br /&gt;lucky not everyone noes abt my blog. not much EVEN visits.. so i guess i'll flame every last one of yousssss...&lt;br /&gt;1: GROUPS&lt;br /&gt;man i sooo wanna give them a real piece of my mind. group work together. NT on another computer and surf football and see who else manchester bought.. and ATLEAST participate at what we're doing. just show some action to me that you're helping and i promise i won't put my fist to ur face. not being there for the project is just the same. we made plans and you make plans on the same day. DEADLINES ppl DEADLINE!!!!! dame you. damn you all. i noe you did you're part. i noe you atleast came. but HELLO!!! the projects not finish yet. yet you go off elsewhere. go ahead, go say i have no life. hell, i already noe that. i have no group of ppl to hang out with. but keep you're piorities straight lah.&lt;br /&gt;2:LEC&lt;br /&gt;okey, maybe not all of em. but YOU!! you noe who u are. i have vented my anger at you and i'm not afraid to do so again. WE are students. YOU are a lecturer. YOU lecture us. WE study from you. get the picture? if you don't lead, let alone give a push. we can't start. we are left to fend for ourself you stupid lec. omg. lec like you make ppl fail. showing and explaining are 2 DIFFERENT things. saying it's just hands off and then asking as to do what u did is really not that easy. still have the nerve to say "if you get it, good. if you don't, it's ok". you noe why? i noe why... CAUSE YOU GET YOUR FREAKING MONEY EVEN IF WE FAIL FAGGOT! at least motivate us you... you... grrr..&lt;br /&gt;3:ppl&lt;br /&gt;oh man, don't get me started on you guys. useless unhelpful unthoughtful bastards. i noe i can't do it. i noe i aint capable of doing it. yet i'm tasked to do it. i do it the best i can. and when i receive help. i have help. most of those helpers are fresh shit from my ass. useless to the max. since i don't noe anything abt the field i'm in. i should just leave rite? i appriciate some of you, but i receive no respect. so point your finger at me, call me names, say what you want. but F u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...i feel a tiny bit better... i think i'll feel better if i had a punching bag with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-9166427488059066048?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/9166427488059066048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=9166427488059066048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/9166427488059066048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/9166427488059066048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/07/grr-here-grr-there-grr-everywhere.html' title='grr here, grr there, grr everywhere'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4533237367041102406</id><published>2009-06-30T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:19:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling (MST VERSION)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my version on black eyed peas "i gotta feeling"&lt;br /&gt;credits to BEP for the awesome beat.. no go listen to the original song ya?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling...&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (OhhhNooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt; That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt; That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night night, Let's read it up&lt;br /&gt;I got my pencil, Let's start it now&lt;br /&gt;Go on and learn it, Like Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;Sit on that chair, Let's get get ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll know it all&lt;br /&gt;If we write down&lt;br /&gt;And find out&lt;br /&gt;And just loose it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let it go&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back and read up&lt;br /&gt;And get in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup&lt;br /&gt;KopiO&lt;br /&gt;Look at her mugging&lt;br /&gt;Just take it... IN&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down&lt;br /&gt;Let's burn the roof&lt;br /&gt;Best not to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not do it (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Let's read it up&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Not do it(3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (OhhhNooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;  That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;  That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling... (OhhhNooo)&lt;br /&gt;That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;  That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;  That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night (AAH! )&lt;br /&gt;Let's read it up (lets read it up)&lt;br /&gt;I got my pencil (It's 2D)&lt;br /&gt;Lets start it now (Lets start it now)&lt;br /&gt;Go on and learn it (Learn it)&lt;br /&gt;Like Oh My God (Like Oh My God)&lt;br /&gt;Sit on that chair (Come On! )&lt;br /&gt;Lets get get ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my cup (Drank)&lt;br /&gt;KopiO (Lame)&lt;br /&gt;Look at her mugging (Read it Read it)&lt;br /&gt;Just take it... IN&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town (Paint the town)&lt;br /&gt;We'll shut it down (Shut it down)&lt;br /&gt;Lets burn the roof (Woooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Best not to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not do it (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Let's read it up&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Not do it(3x)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come, Here we go&lt;br /&gt;We've gone insane&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, Easy go&lt;br /&gt;Now feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the shot, Body limp&lt;br /&gt;Stop it no more&lt;br /&gt;Round and round, Up and down&lt;br /&gt;Around the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday to Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get, get, get, get, get with us&lt;br /&gt;You know what we say (say)&lt;br /&gt;Study everyday (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling (OhhhNooo)&lt;br /&gt; That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;   That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;   That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I gotta feeling... (OhhhNooo)&lt;br /&gt; That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;   That tonight's i ain't going to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;   That tonight's i ain't going to sleep sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4533237367041102406?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4533237367041102406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4533237367041102406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4533237367041102406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4533237367041102406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gotta-feeling-mst-version.html' title='i gotta feeling (MST VERSION)'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6087932169637818989</id><published>2009-06-28T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:59:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo...foxy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha, today went out to watch transormers with kak iqah. hell loads of funny and action... and yes, due to the title of this post, megan fox is.... lets just say foxy.haha&lt;br /&gt;since maybe some of you haven't watched the movie yet, i won't be spoiling it for you guys. so better GO BUY THEM TICKETS. i'm doing you a favor here...lol. though a little mini spoiler from the movie, matrix...that's all.. yup, a part of the movie reminds me of matrix... and oh so gross...haha&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day for today, and since is coming to tmr... they'll be 2....&lt;br /&gt;"TO ERR IS HUMAN"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;"AGE DOES NOT MATTER AND DOES NOT GO HAND IN HAND WITH OUR PERSONALITY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_(-_-)_|_&lt;br /&gt;+=(  .  )=+&lt;br /&gt;(/\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok, emough fulling around... holidays are ending and i'm going full trottle mugging!!&lt;br /&gt;gd nite and see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6087932169637818989?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6087932169637818989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6087932169637818989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6087932169637818989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6087932169637818989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooofoxy.html' title='ooo...foxy..'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7365309629795605290</id><published>2009-06-09T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:46:39.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO: ODST [EVAC]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, seconds anyone? i kinda feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt; wants more...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was surfing the net and guess what! red vs blue gonna continue their series again... so to all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RVB&lt;/span&gt; fans out there, get your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; ready... their videos are coming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt; this summer.. oh and tell me when summer is cause in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sg&lt;/span&gt;... there is no summer...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;orrr&lt;/span&gt; everyday is summer... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. anybody who has no idea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;RVB&lt;/span&gt; means... go google it.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lazy to explain. HA to u. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;, where did we left off? let's see. falling from sky, space warp. we all die...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;the pod rattled and shake. the space warp was intense. most of the troopers near the covenant vessel got sucked in. i prayed i wasn't one of them. other troopers decided to dropout. wasn't much of live saver since were were still in space. i glanced at the covenant vessel as it went in fully. just before it disappeared, the warp bloated up and caused a rift in space. the pod lost all control and most of us were going off course. " john! john! can you read!" the voice was coming from my helmet. all communication on the pod has malfunctioned. i turned on my mic. " i read sir. sir, i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going the right course." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; hesitated for awhile."only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; and you are out of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; isn't answering me so i put my bets on it that his out cold. i want you to retrieve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; and head on to the evacuation point ASAP." i nodded and replied "sir yes sir!" i looked down and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mendez's&lt;/span&gt; pod right below me. we were coming in and coming in fast. the stabilizers and resistance wings must have malfunctioned too as it didn't shoot out when we entered earth's atmosphere. i got ready for impact. this was going to be a hard landing. my last view was an advertising board, then i blacked out. wasn't a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later till i regained conscious. the landing was pretty brutal. my pod got stuck in a building. my door had busted open due to the force. lucky enough my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; was on. i took a look around. the sky was blazed with the colour of blue from the sky and red from the pods landing in New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mombasa&lt;/span&gt;. i searched around and saw a pod right below me on the streets. "MENDEZ! can you hear me!" i shouted out as i took off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; and stumbled down to the ground. grabbed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ammunition&lt;/span&gt;, i jumped off the second storey to the road down below. i looked into pod and saw mendez motionless. pulling the lever, i got the pod to open. "mendez! mendez! wake up. don't die on me man." a slight grunt, and he woke up from the so called dead. " don't go gay on me man. you sound like my girlfriend when I'M gonna die." i wasn't sure to smile or give him a smack in the head. "shit, i can't more. my legs, can't feel them." mendez struggled as he tried to get out of the pod. "let me do a scan" and i activated the pod's bio scan. great that the machine worked. but bad news comes with the package. " it say here, the impact broke your nerves system. mendez, you can't control your legs anymore." mendez, took of his helmet and showed me he's smiling. "guess that's the end of me. no legs, no war. my life ended when i landed. you, you still got legs. so go kick some covenant ass. leave me here." a plasma shot nearly hit me. i ducked for cover." i am not gonna leave you here to die. even if that means dragging your dead body back to the squad!" fire after fire, the grunts and brutes were approaching fast. i gave a few shots to the grunts and they dropped dead like flies. mendez, only able to move within the pod took aim and fired at the brutes. "go! now! leave them to me! you bring along with you and we both are gonna die! i'll hold them off as long as i can. and if i die, go ahead and drag me off if you want." wasn't sure what to do next, i dashed to the nearest building and took cover. mendez was all alone in the pod and the covenant was approaching fast. thinking that i could kill them all before they reached mendez, they threw a bubble shield around the pod and surrounded it. the brute was pointing his spiker to mendez's head. i couldn't do anything. my body froze. my armour froze. the next thing i knew, the remaining covenants backed away from the pod and the brute pointing the spiker at mendez was yelling loudly at him. a bright flash and the whole area there exploded in an instant. mendez sneaked a detonating bomb into his pod. one would expect from someone who wanted to join the bomb squad. he killed all the remaining covenant.... and himself. no sign of any bodies. the bubble shield contained the impact and nothing was left. i couldn't bring back his body anymore. i looked at my hands and saw that i was holding on to his helmet. i thought to myself, " i'll bring this back. for sure i'll bring this back and say you kicked ass mendez."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;don't think i did a good job on that one... well, the third series will be more blood shedding. let's see how well i do it. ok! gd nite everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7365309629795605290?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7365309629795605290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7365309629795605290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7365309629795605290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7365309629795605290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/06/halo-odst-evac.html' title='HALO: ODST [EVAC]'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7934635203897787721</id><published>2009-06-03T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:58:45.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO: ODST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...been watching the trailers. and it's awesome. so i decided to make a storyline out of it... but before that. copyright first. all thanks goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bungie&lt;/span&gt; and the makers of HALO...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;bullets flying, grenades going off. the screams and bloodshed. i was in the center of it all. a banshee flying low and a plasma canon from a wrath nearly got me. through the wreckage, the brutes pummeled forward. cold sweat rinsed my body, and then....&lt;br /&gt;"john! john! wake up! it time.."said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; as he woke me up."code orange man. we gotta get ready." fully awake, i stood up and got suited up. we rushed to the drop-off terminal. grabbing our assault rifles and battle rifles, we headed on to here the debrief. " we have vital information that New Mombasa is being infiltrated by those scum! we are to investigate and report. DO NOT OPEN FIRE UNTIL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FURTHER&lt;/span&gt; NOTICE! this is just recon work." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jenkins&lt;/span&gt; shouted out." now everybody get ready, launch is in 0005hrs. and don't let me catch you sleeping in pod!" troopers were rushing to their pod, ready and prepared for the mission. i headed to mine right next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; when suddenly the ship lost control. the alarm went off and everybody was waiting for new commands. something was wrong. this wasn't recon anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jenkins&lt;/span&gt; shoved others to the side to reach for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inter comm&lt;/span&gt;. under his helmet, i knew what he heard wasn't good even is i couldn't see his eyes. the new order was sounded off."infiltration of New Mombasa by the covenant. we are to hold them off! do not let them take over what is ours! do you hear me troopers!" "SIR!, YES!, SIR!" "pods released in 0002hrs... that's in 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; time! hustle up boys!"&lt;br /&gt;"meet ya at the battlefield man" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mendez&lt;/span&gt; shouted out and closed his pod. i thought to myself for a moment. this is it. no turning back, i closed the pod too. the ship lowered all pods and i could see earth below me. the covenant ship as big as ours reflected by the sunlight. it's bright purple gleamed and shimmered as the banshee and phantom flew out of it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jenkins&lt;/span&gt; appeared on my display screen. "all right troopers! 20 more secs till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drop off&lt;/span&gt;! anybody having second thoughts... well too bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;UNSC&lt;/span&gt; don't do boys. we do men!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt;, my team leader came on screen next." guys, our destination is N34 W20. that's near the evacuation area for New Mombasa. everybody clear?" i nodded and replied "yes sir!". "okay, this is it. drop off is in 4...3...2..." the power cut off as the main cable disengage from the ship. the pods were free falling and not long later backup power restored all system. "alright! all systems go." i could see the pods being release above me and those pods below me pummeling towards the ground. i gripped the controls keeping the pod stable. i was getting closer to earth when suddenly the covenant ship started moving towards some kind of space warp. "sir, uh somethings going on. my gut don't like this." mendez voiced out. the covenant ship was going into the space warp. i could only fear for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;ok...i sleepy..next time continue..ok?...ok..gd nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7934635203897787721?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7934635203897787721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7934635203897787721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7934635203897787721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7934635203897787721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/06/halo-odst.html' title='HALO: ODST'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7012595197051309167</id><published>2009-05-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:41:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion...(be grateful i'm posting...XD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha, forget about what's in the bracket. but seriously, what's with people these days? i've be in poly like 2 and 1/3 of a year and i can see sooo many types of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the one think i don't understand is, why people care less?&lt;br /&gt;what has the community become... people don't help one another much...&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...thought i was gonna be so political didn't ya? blech...WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;let's talk crap... for this 2mins of typing i'll be doing my mind will be totally open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, how abt it? ok? ook.&lt;br /&gt;let the questions roll in..&lt;br /&gt;1) why did you start blogging again? didn't this die out?&lt;br /&gt;weellll, it did.. but i'm bored and bordem kills... and since i have a blog,it gives me a chance to rant as much as i want!..(but still under the rules of the term and condition of blogspot)&lt;br /&gt;2) why have you not been online on msn much?&lt;br /&gt;oh that?...let's seeee, it's been more than 4 days i haven't logged in rite? well, i kinda got lazy loggin in... i mean...truthfully speaking, the frequency i get ppl talking to me is like...0.3 per day&lt;br /&gt;3) how's poly life been?&lt;br /&gt;u seriosly asking that?... you shuld noe by now i'm still lost in this world still...haha... yea, yea i noe...been near 3 yrs and all but so far...from what i see... people stick to groups or clics..(or however you spell that)...but i don't. i dunno why... i dun think i mix well... like water and oil. i come to sch alone, i go home alone. finish class... some of them goes to other ummm clics?...lol...i still have no idea on how to spell em... so yea...life there is mundane and happy...(dun lie to urself boy) ..&lt;-SHADDUP!&lt;br /&gt;but, i feel closes to the archery guys though...that's one thing for sure...&lt;br /&gt;4) hasn't it been past 2 mins already?&lt;br /&gt;shaddup, i'm on a roll....maybe i'm not.....but go figure...&lt;br /&gt;5) how's your dreams been lately?&lt;br /&gt;ohoh!... i dunno why... but i like this dreams i had...(actually..me think me brain is still active in sleep...lol)...involves mua of course...as a person who can control water...and it's 3 attributes... i'm a drifter and the world is in conflict?....yea, maybe i can say that... not much of a storyline here but the idea of controling water and it's 3 attributes, solid, liquid and gas facinates me... seriously... i like...&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. any of u lameos steal this awesome pawnage dream of mine and i shall rain on your parade....i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...i'll stop for now...time to lock up...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7012595197051309167?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7012595197051309167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7012595197051309167&amp;isPopup=true' 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and it feels good. though i don't think i did much. haha. anyway, since i'll be doing this itp thingy for like 7 weeks, i had an idea of taking photos there. without the supervisors knowing of course. mainly the director. *wisper: they're feirce*&lt;br /&gt;guess now i should introduce those guys who are in the same hole as me. haha. that's actually only 4 of us in the company doing itp. me, melvin, alston and amar. me and alston got grouped up together under the wireless group and amar and melvin went off straight ahead to do stocktake for  week. feel sorry for them but they surely have alot to write about in their logbook lah. they're all good guys, so i think i will enjoy my days of itp with them. haha, always we were waiting for lunch. it our tradition now..HAHA&lt;br /&gt;here's a photo of us after "labour work"&lt;br /&gt;(i kinda set the setting of my phone to click after 2 secs. wasn't a gd photo though. wanted to take another one but the big boss came in... lucky us, we pretended to do work after that...XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SbOFBwxWE3I/AAAAAAAAASk/naMF7hTQb0Q/s1600-h/05032009161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SbOFBwxWE3I/AAAAAAAAASk/naMF7hTQb0Q/s400/05032009161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310734650918179698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a vodka bottle in the center btw. dunno why they did that..XD&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thar's all for today. and anybody interested in what happening for me and this group of ppl, feel free to drop by...the blog i mean...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the picture of the day goes to...&lt;br /&gt;MELVIN for his happy rainbow smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3259219537518567006</id><published>2009-03-02T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:14:48.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 of working life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up in the wee hours of the morning, set and ready to journey off to the working world. buses after buses i jumped on aboard, finally reaching the destination.&lt;br /&gt;only 4 student stood tall facing the empire that is the company, fearing what would be of them they journey further into the depths of so called hell.&lt;br /&gt;an employment slip and a few discussions later, they were split into two. one group tasked with the job ill fated to be AUTOCADD. the other faced with strangers that are so familiar to the company, they knew it like the back of their hand.&lt;br /&gt;sadly enough, i was assigned to these strangers. though it didn't turn out too bad. a few files and report from the company being read thru, they allowed us to... use the computer however we wish?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;yea, truthfully enough they told us that they don't have any jobs for us at the moment. so we were left in that small room with them surf the net, watching onemanga, playing tic tac toe and so on. the other two had to go do some layouts in autocadd for another group of people in the company. i did DO work though. after reading that thick stack of manual, we had to help out wove some things around as the company just shifted location. overall, it was an ok job...for the first day mind you. hope tommorrow i have more things to do, and i hope this statement won't back fire at me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the way back it rained heavily. but atleast i saw a rainbow that'll lead me to my pot of gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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type='text'>end of school finally/ start of work damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around this time i would be jumping around and shouthing at the top of my voice that the exams are over and i have survived year 2 in poly. sad to say, i can't do that yet. yup, i can't. the thing is i fell happy, but i'm not happy. hell, i can't be happy if i don't know what results i get?&lt;br /&gt;but on the happy note, IT'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally time to rest...NOT&lt;br /&gt;i still have itp to do and that means work. yea, work... so for at least 2 months i'll be working 5.5days a week...&lt;br /&gt;9am to 6pm on mon to fri&lt;br /&gt;9am to 1pm on sat&lt;br /&gt;hey, at least i'm still free for after 1 on sats? who knows, maybe i have the time to play soccer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hope i loose weight..XD&lt;br /&gt;if been asking for that since i GOT weight...haha&lt;br /&gt;well, time for me to enjoy this long awaited break... Gd Nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7156001355363674015?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7156001355363674015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7156001355363674015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7156001355363674015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7156001355363674015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-school-finally-start-of-work.html' title='end of school finally/ start of work damn'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-5304825028649120741</id><published>2009-02-26T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:06:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, i'm alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm, i know i'm at school today. now even.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was here in the morning with someone.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm all alone. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;it comes, it goes.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i was here today. happiness comes in small packages. seriously, you can't rush things.&lt;br /&gt;if you do, who knows what trouble you'll end up in.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i got ditched in the middle. who knew.&lt;br /&gt;being alone isn't a bad thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-5304825028649120741?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5304825028649120741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=5304825028649120741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5304825028649120741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5304825028649120741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-im-alone.html' title='oh my, i&apos;m alone'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-191831799877466939</id><published>2009-02-22T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:44:57.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was wacky today! woopdeedo!</title><content type='html'>hell ya! actually it was yesterday but i added today too as i was still feeling wacky. yesterday we went to perking rd wherever the hell that is and ate at umm, was it bumi restaurant..? hmm,  anyway, we went there and it turned out to be a buffet. so 12 of us, a round table with a lazy susan and small plates? yea, thats right. they SERVE us buffet on SMALL plates. i mean seriously, almost 9 of us there were MY size or bigger...haha. so plate after plate we ate and ate. i totally forgot how many plates i took but i do remember saying to the manager "i'll give ya a run for ya money" when he said, "having a gd time?" haha! and so i did and ate more..XD oh and inbetween i think i was talking about how they were gonna wash all the plates we just finish being that the plates were so small and we ate ALOT. he kinda heard that and went, "oh, don't worry. we have a dishwasher."&lt;br /&gt;immpressive huh? wrong! on the way out i kind of peeked into the restaurant and saw those 2 waiter/waitress serving us WASHING the plates by hand. stpid enough i went and said out loud "i thought they had dishwashers?" haha! afterwards we decided to go to marine barrage. i have no idea why but it was windy and nice. (NOTE: when trying to follow indian accent have a lookout first) this was due to me reading a postcard in the accent and a security guard who happened to walked through the door(door no glass mind u) and was an indian. i felt so sway. i was reading right infront of him..HAHA!!! well, back to the marine barrage, it was totally beautiful at night. mind you, that place makes air suam. *go ask ur malay frens what that means&lt;br /&gt;so i was looking at some lights and flash! i got an idea. took a photo of it and well, sorry i can't show it here now as they haven't upload it yet. so when it does get uploaded, i surely show u guys.&lt;br /&gt;for today, nothing much but i got to see the place where my itp was at. it was big beautiful and green. glass walls, at an angle. architecturally, it was beautiful. oh wait, are we talking about the building i'm gonna work at?. pfft, no not this one. the one i'm working in is the building NEXT to this one. one phrase when my uncle saw it. "blast area". go figure that out.. thank you and adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-191831799877466939?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/191831799877466939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=191831799877466939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/191831799877466939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/191831799877466939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-wacky-today-woopdeedo.html' title='i was wacky today! woopdeedo!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4274082208977901790</id><published>2009-02-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:18:37.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of wind</title><content type='html'>hmm, guess it's time for a change. like finally! getting bored with the old one. haha. last theme was kinda rough and too umm, what's that word... down to earth? yup!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this new change gives me more up-beat feeling! yosh! haha..&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i'm doing this during exam period..XD&lt;br /&gt;oh and do read the post below. it's really gd. gotta ask abg to be a writer.. who knows, he might be a bestseller in one night..haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4274082208977901790?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4274082208977901790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4274082208977901790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4274082208977901790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4274082208977901790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-of-wind.html' title='a change of wind'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8176433299366620337</id><published>2009-02-20T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:32:04.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A great story by abg aizuddin in facebook. i kinda like it and it has great morale too! hope you enjoy! all credits goes to ABG AIZUDDIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview With A Cherub Sniper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wee morning of February the Fifteen, just a little past midnight. Wise Monkey was returning home from a pleasantly weird experience the night before. He stopped by the side of the road and took a look at the stars and the bright moon, reminiscing a certain someone he holds very dear. The previous night was amusing by the least, although Wise Monkey kept falling asleep during the Cricket Orchestra performance much to his friend's annoyance. Taking a deep breath Wise Monkey sat on a log, stretched his legs and wondered what his dear someone is doing at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo! Move bitch, you in my shot," heard a voice from the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon?" replied Monkey, still looking for the source of that voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Just move your ass foo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise Monkey complied without questioning. As soon as he stood up, a slim black tube protruded from the foliage pointing towards something in the hilly horizon that looked like the silhouette of a couple gazing at the bright moon. It was then Monkey realized he just gave way to a muzzle of a rifle. Before he could stop a possible assassination Monkey was stunned by two successive explosions from the black tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You .. you killed them!" went Monkey, still half stunned from what he has just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;"They not dead foo! Am using a .45 caliber 'Heart Penetrator'. These things don't kill. Didn't yo momma taught you that?" explained that voice. This time Monkey could see a small figure emerging from the bush. He was small, about the height of a toddler. In fact he looked like a toddler, except for white feathered wings on his back. And he is sporting a Mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're .. black" said Monkey looking amusingly puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I'm black foo! You never seen a black cherub before?" answered the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;"No .. no .. i don't mean to offend, but I have never seen a black cherub before"&lt;br /&gt;"That cause we are THE elite snipers of the 14th Royal Cherub Corps under General Cupid. Those white dudes you see with bows and arrows on them magazines, they're models. Who the hell shoots heart shaped arrows these days huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14th Royal Cherub Corps, a very well publicized and somewhat commercialized unit of elite sharpshooters. Commercially the Cherubs were known to promote love and romance. What they did in fact was influencing the hearts of people to take a certain leap of faith, be it in romance or even in the political arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey and the Cherub, whose name was Bob surprisingly enough, went on talking about that little thing called love. Sometimes it is just nature doing its grand job. Most of the times there wasn't a reason for it, yet people look for one to justify liking someone else. However despite the magic of it all, there are those few that needed that little push, or rather a shot according to Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One shot, that's all it takes. Contrary to popular beliefs this thing ain't gonna make yo woman fall for you no sir," explained Bob tossing a .45 caliber round to Monkey, "What it does is just give her THAT extra push towards that right direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all it does is initiate a stronger chain of influence," Monkey added. He caught the round effortlessly and absently rolling it between his fingers. "Why not just leave it to nature then, surely things will happen if we are patient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things won't move if something don't move it foo, my momma taught me that. Besides if you really want that chick you're always thinking about then stop thinking and do something. Arite', I'm off bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that Bob left silently leaving Monkey on the log. The stars were clear that night and Bob was right, there isn't such a thing as a magic love potion or an instant solution to singlehood. All it takes is a little effort and a little more effort to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey pocketed the bullet and stood up. Distant window lights guide his path home to a cozy bed and a warm meal, yet all he desires is to one day come home to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ fin ~&lt;/i&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/27404679-8176433299366620337?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8176433299366620337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8176433299366620337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8176433299366620337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8176433299366620337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/cupid.html' title='cupid'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1021468864328554689</id><published>2009-02-09T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:25:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm messed up...haha</title><content type='html'>seriously, i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why? maybe cause i think too much? play it safe too much? too much of too much?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but hell, i am.&lt;br /&gt;never once have i thought of what i wanted to be when i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;never once had i explored outside my safe zone.&lt;br /&gt;ok, no more never. this is getting pathetic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of wonder how i was last time. yea, this is going to be one of those "once upon a time" things.&lt;br /&gt;but....not right now... exams on the way, and i gotta concentrate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1021468864328554689?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1021468864328554689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1021468864328554689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1021468864328554689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1021468864328554689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-messed-uphaha.html' title='i&apos;m messed up...haha'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3813056642734092547</id><published>2009-02-05T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:20:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied Bonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;String that ties the bond may grow old and dusty, and soon be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;But a slight tug will clear the dust and the string will surface once again.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how short the friendship lasted a bond was still made.&lt;br /&gt;though covered in dust covered and hidden, friends remain as friends.&lt;br /&gt;long forgotten and lost i memory, ties the bond is still strong.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it of what i gotta say. heck, i'm tired. sick of exam week coming. Oh the irony, or the sorrow, oh my back... and brain. once again i am sick. no idea why but every time exam draws near, i fall sick... it's agonizing u noe. having to NOT cough in the train from the east to west and back again. sheesh. the only i don't cough is when i doze off... or do i? lol. anyways been quite interested in making comic strips lately.... i had an idea on how it was gonna be like and all even.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be like...&lt;br /&gt;B: (smiles with glee)&lt;br /&gt;A: Wacca smiling at?&lt;br /&gt;B: the sign..(point to Caution: WET FLOOR sign)&lt;br /&gt;A:HUH?&lt;br /&gt;B: it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside...&lt;br /&gt;A:...&lt;br /&gt;B: someone CARES for me!&lt;br /&gt;A: right....(shows -_-" face)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3813056642734092547?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7460588788301679432</id><published>2009-02-02T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:14:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is crying, the earth is dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every second someone dies, someone out there surely cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   Words left from the dead, rarely heard by the living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      One objective is what we desire, a different consequences is what we receive&lt;br /&gt;The irony it must be, that we fight for peace through means of war&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the world would not cry no more&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words, is why they hold weapons rather then plea&lt;br /&gt;The earth is angry, the earth is sad&lt;br /&gt;It's inhabitants don't cherish the life they have&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature wrath shows no mercy, yet there is always a different story&lt;br /&gt;Killed by guns or killed by nature, rarely we hear stories of being killed by old age&lt;br /&gt;A tear drops for lives lost without purpose, yet nothing changes as the world shivers&lt;br /&gt;The world is in turmoil, what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;then just sit here waiting, hope all this is not true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7460588788301679432?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7460588788301679432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7460588788301679432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7460588788301679432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7460588788301679432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-is-crying-earth-is-dying.html' title='the world is crying, the earth is dying'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6926087169700547126</id><published>2009-01-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:54:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd do so many wrongs in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;who would've thought i'd mess up this way&lt;br /&gt;things are going the way i want it to&lt;br /&gt;the recoil on the other hand seems greater than the impact&lt;br /&gt;i wish there's a reset button somewhere&lt;br /&gt;tried tapping my head, no rest there&lt;br /&gt;i failed a paper.&lt;br /&gt;all the things i learned before are out/gone/poof&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a learning block in me&lt;br /&gt;shirts due to be done&lt;br /&gt;things getting out of hand&lt;br /&gt;i'm caring for her again&lt;br /&gt;i'm messed up&lt;br /&gt;i messed up big time&lt;br /&gt;being me would be easy for some.&lt;br /&gt;doing the things i do would be easy&lt;br /&gt;but it's those things that happen inbetween...&lt;br /&gt;even if i explained, you wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad. sad to think that all that man can talk abt is his work.&lt;br /&gt;all he can hope for is company. and all he ever wanted was more to care and worry.&lt;br /&gt;sad to think even i can't help that man.&lt;br /&gt;a man who is as empty as a shell. hell, an empty shell would have had air in em....&lt;br /&gt;this man has none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6926087169700547126?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6926087169700547126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6926087169700547126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6926087169700547126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6926087169700547126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/reset.html' title='Reset.'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1358737834802271215</id><published>2009-01-04T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:05:45.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>it's a new year and that means another year older for us to come. resolution wise, i'm not so sure on what mine might be.  i've really  decided to lose a few pounds this year. i really hope i can. and to my friends, do help me out abit. i've learned in the past year,life isn't what it's all cooked up to be. for me, i'm still finding more about myself. learing new things, and experiencing the world. i've been around the world, but i'm still lost around my home town. i have no intrest, no hobbies. that's why i stick to what i do best. i love maths, i love halo, heck i like most FPS as it makes me feel i'm someone else. i read manga and watch anime as i wanted something to talk about when i'm with my friends. i try to keep myself updated so i won't get left behind in the conversation. when i'm with my pri/sec sch frens, we'd be talking about the manga or anime we read weekly. we'd be talking about when we'd go aisa's house. we'd be arguing about which game is better on xbox or psp. when i'm with my poly frens, we'd talk about the module we just had, how to answer the qns and all. we'd talk about where to eat or whether to go play pool or bowling or any other activities. we'd talk about the same things me and my pri/sec sch frens will talk about. but that's that. you can't be talking about that every single day can you? you can't be arguing about something you argued about the day before. repetitions are boring. instead, they'd talk about soccer, their favorite club, about the latest software, the newest products, they'd talk about clothing brands and shoe brands like the price tags were sketched on the back of their heads. they'd talk about the best place to buy things and the latest fashion. the drama they watch the other day and that celeb that don't give a shit. as for me, i don't do that. wat i do do, is enjoy listening on to their intrest. what can i say, i enjoy watching and listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for my new year resolution....&lt;br /&gt;will be kept to me first...HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;except for one...the wanna go fit thing...XP&lt;br /&gt;see ya and have a gd year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1358737834802271215?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1358737834802271215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1358737834802271215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1358737834802271215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1358737834802271215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4942061139841025200</id><published>2008-12-10T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:59:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doha once again</title><content type='html'>hey guys... sorry for any(if any) of you guys who tagged me on my blog... i won't be looking at my blog the few days as i'm using my dad's computer, and i dun want them to find out abt my blog. anyway, it great here and just the other day i got to ride a damn good buggy. ahaha. really sweet ride. kinda makes you feel like you wanna ride again...haha. the weather here is great, and the people are as usual as they were before the last time i saw them. just so you noe, i travelled here alone from singapore. wasn't that bad though. the only thing i worried abt was the part where i had to pack my bag. haha. overall, all went well. if got my fable 2 now, and i'm liking it. though there are some bugs in the game that i really really hate, but wth, to destress, just kill the whole town.haha. no, i'm not sadist. yes, all i killed by decapitation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for now....NOT!&lt;br /&gt;note to all, i now have my eyes set on this new game! haha once more.. it's prince of persia the new one. damn good trailer, and the new ally, elika is really really  umm, gd graphics anyway... XD go google prince of persia, you'll find out the rest soon enough. oh and i like the song.. yay song.. i might write down the lyrics of the song one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side note, the main comm haven't activated my assasins yet...no!!! i wanna give them work fast. hope they can keep up. anyway, i shouldn't talk abt that now. since thay haven't announce yet.. hush hush for now, so later! byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4942061139841025200?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4942061139841025200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4942061139841025200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4942061139841025200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4942061139841025200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/doha-once-again.html' title='Doha once again'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7829663755607134521</id><published>2008-12-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:59:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[When Sun became Darkness]the darkness in the dark</title><content type='html'>Rural as it may seem, the crumbled buildings and half dead plants. the part of the town where seemed to inhabit life. as he made his way down the road, eyes stared at him from the cracks and rubble that we now call our homes. he was happy, happy to see life once again. faces of others filled with life rather than staring at dead dried up corpses. ecstatic, he went on ahead to the nearest people and tried his very hardest to greet them. after all the horror that the world have faced, he couldn't think of anything more to say other than a simple hello. but that wasn't the least of his problems. something wasn't right. people all over, but not one came out to greet a survivor. it was truly confusing. he, finally feeling that something is wrong decided to go on ahead. to him, maybe seeing a new face was new to them. found a place to set camp, he stayed for the day. the next night... it would be better off if he continued sleeping. "THERE HE IS! QUICK CATCH HIM! THE KING NEEDS HIS ENTERTAINMENT...HAHAHA". confused, he stared at the men in capes. scars on their body, they hoisted a net over him. he struggled and managed to break free. this was terrible. he wasn't sure what was happening, but all he could think of was that this could lead to trouble. panicking, he ran off in the night. the men in capes chased on as well. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY!" said one of them as he got ready a spear to throw. panic turned to fear,'they're gonna kill me!' he thought. and with that thought, the spear peirced him. he fell to the ground, bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well, yea. i decided to add some dialogue. i mean, where's the fun without dialogue. haha. ok, so anyway, it's exam week. i just finished 4 papers and am left with 1 more paper this friday. my 4th paper was a killer. damn that teacher, really a damn teacher. gave us so many questions that needs lots of memorizing and formula, but then only give like 3 lines of eqn in the formula sheet. damn, oh well. i gotta do lots of things now, so later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7829663755607134521?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7829663755607134521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7829663755607134521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7829663755607134521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7829663755607134521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-sun-became-darknessthe-darkness-in.html' title='[When Sun became Darkness]the darkness in the dark'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7360287660971311165</id><published>2008-11-20T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:36:42.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[When Sun became Darkness] The Path Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;under the vast amount of shade, he wonders about what he is to do next. enough water stored, food wasn't hard to find either. but he wasn't going to stay any longer. "i need to find others" came across his mind. without any second thoughts, he decided. and as soon the sun sets once again, he was off. crawling out of the rubble, he sets on west, where it'll take a longer time for the sun to catch up to his pace. with water fully packed, and a hood he sets on his journey. looking back to where he stayed this couple of weeks, he smiled and continued walking towards the stars...&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey, yea. second part of the story. nothing much for me to say for MY life right now. but lets talk about that some other time ok? now, let me have a brief explanation of how my story, "When the Sun became Darkness" goes about.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i'm not sure i want to put dialogues in it. hell, i mean.. see my previous stories before. anyway, this senario take place when a meteor hit earth.(the main character will noe this in the next episode) like the size of half of the earth, it managed to push the earth of its...umm..wat u call that...orbit? well, just say, earth is off it's usual cycle. this causes the earth to be slightly nearer to the sun. do take note that the meteor hit earth when "fictionally" where i'm suppose to be is around 12~1pm. thus making the place i'm at, "fictionally" more or less worse than the sahara desert and all the deserts put together. impact of the meteor cause lots of tall buildings to go down.tidal waves and well, global warming to a whole new level. so pretty much all those small countries are well,"fictionally" screwed. now, water is like money as due to the sun being so near, it evaporate RAPIDLY. and anyone out in the sun will be well, pretty much roasted in less than 10mins.( though this makes cooking easier as all u can do is place ur meat on the ground during day, and eat it at night...=]..)oh and no wireless thingys. being short out of orbit caused all satellites to be "gone". thus, no wirelles communication, including tv,hp,internet or anything to do with wireless. cause there is no satellite. yea baby, welcome to my..."fictional" world. so enjoy the show! thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7360287660971311165?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7360287660971311165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7360287660971311165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7360287660971311165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7360287660971311165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-sun-became-darkness-path-taken.html' title='[When Sun became Darkness] The Path Taken'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3313965887149813139</id><published>2008-11-13T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:17:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( when sun became darkness) one man standing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dust begins to settle. in the horizon, the sun begins to hide. just before the last streak of light fades from the sky, everything stopped. senses heightened. visions clear. and as soon the sun set, a figure appear out of the chaos. another night to search for survivors was what the figure thought, and he went his way. searching and scavenging for anything useful, something edible, before the sun rises once more. tonight's search went well as he stops for a rest. a well needed rest, something that he yearns for for quite some time. as he stares in the heavens, memories of the past floods into his head. tears trickled down his cheeks. wiping of the salty drops, he once again proceed on his search....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i noe. another story. well, i got bored. waddya expect. anyway, been really tiring these days. i'm starting to get the feeling i'm making people get pissed on me. hehe. maybe. i dunno. well, watever. next week is gonna be a super busy week for me. 4 test/projects/practical test to do. oh man oh man. i'm a so tired. seriously, i'm tired of S&amp;amp;I (practical) now. galvin, do be a good boy and finish the job for me? haha. u too tim. my RWP presentation for next week isn't even complete NOW... less than 5 days be4 the deadline. think i'm gona be dead.haha. and as for my gems... let's just hope i don't get a block nose. pls no.&lt;br /&gt;ah, archery. hope everything goes well with the compy. that reminds me that i have to make backstops...whoops... shaz, it shall be done.. well, guess that's abt it... see ya&lt;br /&gt;oh and a video of my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26b7445ce4830a0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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standing..'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3693670764029582448</id><published>2008-10-20T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:46:05.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3.. the man on the tree</title><content type='html'>ok, so i decided to post another post. been lazy this past few days. school started and i'm still playingmy halo. guess the only way for me to stop playing is to let my membership finish. haha. school was great. though now i have to indian lecturers. kinda hard to comprehend what they are saying. my class mostly starts at 8am and usually ends at 5pm. except for fri, so i can still meet the guys during fri prayers. my gems was so called a last min choice. haha, cause i used the wrong web browser. in the end, i took scents,cents,senses. same with dila, so i'll be joining her in this gems. my class has gotten smaller. a few of them had to retake some modules so they were taken out of our class. but hey, now we got a new classmate! name, cythia.(p.s. not like the cythia in sec sch) overall, the class remains the same. my class leader continues to play fifa with the rest during classes, and i'm starting to have a habit of sleeping in class when it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life... well let's say...it's in par with the speed of the snail. haha. though, for some reason, i have a feeling that i'm being less talkative nowadays. i kinda now hate crowded places, or places which makes no order... heck i thik i'm being an old man. i need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the archery topic, i'm no the QM for all those who don't know. well, i guess i kinda just fix things. though they do ask me to do more like manage some new exchange students and all. i kinda like this job. but wat i don't like is the facts that i might have to go somewhere in the west or north to get some supplies that are quite low now. damn... (i hope i can persuade someone to get em for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now... so some thoughts for the future...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i seriously need to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i really need to be more active&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i need more sleep&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i need to learn (some things not worth meantioning here).... =)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get thin back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get my driving license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday on 16 oct... really appriciate it...&lt;br /&gt;and nafees for the small gathering at ramen ten, even though we had to pay for ourself..&lt;br /&gt;though i'm sure we won't be eating there anytime sooner...&lt;br /&gt;oh, and as and add on... i should be more photogenic...=)&lt;br /&gt;i mean... from my point of view... my face seems scary...-_-"""&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3693670764029582448?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3693670764029582448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3693670764029582448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3693670764029582448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3693670764029582448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/123-man-on-tree.html' title='1,2,3.. the man on the tree'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2299590601857858057</id><published>2008-10-02T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:40:51.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a day i'd expect much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;wishing the best for all and also asking for forgiveness from all...&lt;br /&gt;today was like any other routine routes we'd do for raya... and well, i didn't expect much of a change there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;well, back to the REASON why i'm FINALLY posting another post is the things that been happening around. due to this happenings, i'm kinda feeling quite angry..(but calm again cause it's raya)&lt;br /&gt;1st of i'd like to say...&lt;br /&gt;a blog is somewhere where the owner pours out whatever thoughts/feelings/happenings/ideas/reasons/forgiveness in.&lt;br /&gt;2nd:&lt;br /&gt;the world is a big BIG place, but that doesn't mean every person has their own plane. so get this in your mind. the world a small place. even smaller when ur living in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;3rd:&lt;br /&gt;i always believe that "once you see one face, it won't be the end till you see them again"&lt;br /&gt;not to see them "forever" is to TOTALLY change every aspect of your personality, behaviour and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, it cannot be accoplished. unless ur behaviour changes, and so does your personality.&lt;br /&gt;4th:&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;5th:&lt;br /&gt;stress is part of us. there is no such thing (from my point of view) of someone not having stress in less than a day. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;6th:&lt;br /&gt;DON'T fucking judge a book by it's cover. you fucking faggots have NO FUCKING RIGHT!!! you have no right to label someone as what he/she is from your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;7th:&lt;br /&gt;friends are there for support. don't push em away. we're here to help, even if some support crumble.&lt;br /&gt;8th:&lt;br /&gt;making someone feel like they are such a lowlife. remember when you're pointing, 3 fingers are pointing back at you. think before you act. both are humans, both have feelings. have a heart, or rather search the dictionary for the meaning "feeling"...(fucking tinman)&lt;br /&gt;9th:&lt;br /&gt;never give up hope. everyone is different just like their thumbprints. stick to what matters to you and what you think is right. you survived this far due to the personality you have. not by what people say you are. remember, don't EVER forget the past events that happen. whether good or bad, it brought you with many gifts of life.&lt;br /&gt;10th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you think hard enough,whatever YOU wish to read will appear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to think about....&lt;br /&gt;when we ask for something, we don't get that something. but instead we get a problem. something to solve.&lt;br /&gt;if we were given everything what we asked for, for such the world would have gone into chaos long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2299590601857858057?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2299590601857858057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2299590601857858057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2299590601857858057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2299590601857858057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-day-id-expect-much.html' title='Not a day i&apos;d expect much...'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4002875530795799143</id><published>2008-09-06T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:50:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fasting and halo 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has happened lately. just some spring cleaning bet you guys don't wanna hear about.&lt;br /&gt;i surfed the net the other day and well, found a few pictures i like...(yes, it's halo related)&lt;br /&gt;haha, yea i know. halo this, halo that. but come on, for me it's the one game i have so much fu n playing... anyway here's a few pictures i'd like to share...&lt;br /&gt;first 2 is from me... the others are a few i found in the net... =)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SMKKE72OqiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XajCKVNWrhY/s1600-h/motivator3903826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SMKKE72OqiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XajCKVNWrhY/s400/motivator3903826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242904733601933858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SMKKFDYGrLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sw-Ja1goQ7M/s1600-h/motivator6049319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/fasting-and-halo-3.html' title='fasting and halo 3'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SMKKE72OqiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XajCKVNWrhY/s72-c/motivator3903826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8205331248480118873</id><published>2008-08-30T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:01:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day/ visit/ halo3(again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea, teachers day was fun. was great to see all the familiar faces again. miss audrey chua,(previously mrs audrey tan) is expacting ababy girl. congrats and so is mr harold goh. seeing all my former classmates was really nostalgic. it somehow made me act like a sec sch kid again. though i don't see why the teachers say i changed a little.&lt;br /&gt;(truth be told, this years teachers day is awkward for me)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the visit. harith, zul, nafees and iskandar came by my house. was really great. zul, harith and nafees went swimming while me and iskandar went to play pool. is won by a fluke.. all due to MY fault..not his skill... =P&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went up and played halo3 and read manga. haha.. them playing halo3 with ppl online was seriously funny. iskandar couldn't differentiate left and right. when we say left he go right. we say right, he go left...haha. zul was a good player too.. though his extention span leaned more to my computer( 85% on the internet i guess) was hoping he'd get me the granade stick medal.hehe. harith was a great improvement. though he assisted more than killing.haha. just imagine killing 3 ppl, but assisting 9 times. ks!ks!ks! haha!&lt;br /&gt;nafees... ummm.. oh well, he lives...haha...oh and a photo i got when playing after they left..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...BFF...&lt;br /&gt;(such good friends who'd die for one another..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLhGdvrCkeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/81UvNC1ghMA/s1600-h/51420795-Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLhGdvrCkeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/81UvNC1ghMA/s400/51420795-Medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240015643272712674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red spartan wif flag:" oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd! oh gawd!"&lt;br /&gt;red spartan on banshee:" oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit! oh shit!"&lt;br /&gt;blue spartan IN banshee:" oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea! oh yea!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLhGeDSjQdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/D3ielVRV0cE/s1600-h/51384799-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLhGeDSjQdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/D3ielVRV0cE/s400/51384799-Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240015648538706386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8205331248480118873?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8205331248480118873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8205331248480118873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8205331248480118873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8205331248480118873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-visit-halo3again.html' title='teachers day/ visit/ halo3(again)'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLhGdvrCkeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/81UvNC1ghMA/s72-c/51420795-Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6826284009851642250</id><published>2008-08-29T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:13:11.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO ownage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first off...&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten my xbox live gold membership....&lt;br /&gt;second off...&lt;br /&gt;i've grown rusty&lt;br /&gt;my first game, and all 15 players called me a noob... T-T&lt;br /&gt;even the noobs called me a noob!&lt;br /&gt;i mean...come on... i forgot the controls man...(blames controller)&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway... finally got the used of it now. but i'm not gonna throw any granades or anything...&lt;br /&gt;(remembers when he did suicide)&lt;br /&gt;if any of you guys wanna see how i'm progressing, go to this website&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Halo3/Default.aspx?player=AISANION&lt;br /&gt;well, more stories to come for this Friday..hehe&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to harith for spreading the msg...&lt;br /&gt;maybe another might come out? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here's a photo of me in action...(i'm in blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLb1iSDMTQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HiOECjwgdq8/s1600-h/51227646-Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLb1iSDMTQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HiOECjwgdq8/s400/51227646-Medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645185801735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6826284009851642250?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6826284009851642250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6826284009851642250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6826284009851642250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6826284009851642250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/halo-ownage.html' title='HALO ownage'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SLb1iSDMTQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HiOECjwgdq8/s72-c/51227646-Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6994661687599266278</id><published>2008-08-27T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:36:06.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart shaped stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day when i went out for a walk, i tripped and fell. looking on the ground behind me, i saw a small stone. picked it up, and i threw it into the bushes. i continued my walk till i crossed something interesting. a stone, almost the same as the i threw before was being held by a little child. curious, i went to ask the child why he was carrying the stone. the child replied "this stone is heart shaped. i want to give it to my mommy because she's done so much for me". looking down on the stone, it certainly looked heart shaped. and with that, the child went on his way. i decided to walk into the park. as i walked pass a couple, i overheard the guy. "I'm sorry i couldn't get you what you wanted. I'm really broke right now. but i managed to find this stone. it's heart shaped." the girl then replied," you got me a stone? what are you trying to tell me? our relationship is as cold as a stone?"interested, i listened in more. and the guy did reply in a cheesy way," i don't mean that. rather, I'd like to say that this stone represents how strong our bond is." this strangely made the girl happy and i continued till i reached the beach. there an elderly was standing idly on the beach. as i walked pass him, he said "beautiful isn't it? how such simple things can move people in so many ways." stunned. i looked at him. finally realizing that he was talking about the beautiful sunset that was  just passing the horizon. smiling, i replied "yes,  a small gesture can really do such great things."&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please remember. any act of kindness whether small or big makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;never forget the important lesson we learn when we are alive.&lt;br /&gt;cause once dead, you can't do shit.&lt;br /&gt;being a good human being may go a long way, but at least there's progress&lt;br /&gt;written by: spiritual aisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6994661687599266278?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6994661687599266278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6994661687599266278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6994661687599266278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6994661687599266278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-shaped-stone.html' title='heart shaped stone'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1803506059770376102</id><published>2008-08-24T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:12:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETREAT!!! to paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pheew...&lt;br /&gt;halfway through. just halfway thru...&lt;br /&gt;pheeeeew...looks like i'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;yea! to the coming freedom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm estatic!!(is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;man i feel like a kid again...(though, i kinda always do... :-/....)&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers just 2 MORE BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! oh yea!... WHO UR DADDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa... sorry...i'm just kinda happy...hehe&lt;br /&gt;well anyway..my (kinda) plans for after exams&lt;br /&gt;clean the house/kitchen/living room/room/windows/toilet/etc....&lt;br /&gt;(kinda have to.....forced by mom....oh well...i hate dirty house anyway..=]..)&lt;br /&gt;and...sleep/sleep/tv/sleep/swim/sleep/eat(ooh, cancel tat out)/go out/&lt;br /&gt;and most important....HALO.....&lt;br /&gt;yea, yea, i noe i'm into halo ALOT...i maen, i can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;i love shooting spartans..(usually i love it more if nafees is playing too..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm getting rusty too...got owned by my cousins(pri sch lvl)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT-TT&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dun laugh at me yet nafees...i kill u..MUAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i think most of the time i'll be playing halo3 yup yup!&lt;br /&gt;as i see it.. i hope when the guys come over, they bring extra controllers..&lt;br /&gt;a short review of their styles when playing.. if i can remember...&lt;br /&gt;nafees; a.k.a freelance; blast ANYTHING and hopes for a shot...;target practice&lt;br /&gt;zul;a.k.a grenader;"sticks" to it; kill him if he HAS grenades&lt;br /&gt;harith;a.k.a other sniper; heads with holes; COMPETITION, MUST KILL&lt;br /&gt;iskandar; a.k.a kamikaze; MUAHAHA! i kill u!; content warning=&gt;stay FAR away, most likely team kill( hehe, joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the top guys who frequently comes by my house. and theu=ir reviews...&lt;br /&gt;the orders like this...&lt;br /&gt;[name];[a.k.a];[most likely motto];[objective(mine tat is)]&lt;br /&gt;well,...i can't WAIT...MUAHAHAHAAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited......damn, i can't sleep...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1803506059770376102?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1803506059770376102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1803506059770376102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1803506059770376102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1803506059770376102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/retreat-to-paradise.html' title='RETREAT!!! to paradise'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2826763269263377887</id><published>2008-08-13T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:31:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odd world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aisa:ZZZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;voice:erhm..&lt;br /&gt;aisa:huh?what?ahh..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;voice:u're awake...finally..&lt;br /&gt;aisa:wait..what?where am i?&lt;br /&gt;voice:somewhere where you've been..&lt;br /&gt;aisa:aahh, that's not helping..&lt;br /&gt;voice:i noe...&lt;br /&gt;aisa:.... okey..is this a dream?if it is.. wake up now..ok...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;voice:no use..want me to slap u? i'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;aisa:...no thanks..anyway, who are u?&lt;br /&gt;voice:aha! finally he asked! sarcasm btw.&lt;br /&gt;aisa: -_-"...&lt;br /&gt;voice:well, to put it simple... i'm u.&lt;br /&gt;aisa:??...that's not simple... if u are me then who am i?&lt;br /&gt;voice:ur u.(in a matter of fact tone)&lt;br /&gt;aisa:so if i'm aisa, and ur aisa.. i'm guessing the next guy who comes in is aisa..huh?&lt;br /&gt;voice2: hi, no i'm ace.&lt;br /&gt;aisa:???..ok, now my brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;voice: bye ace, get going. so u ok?(ace goes off)&lt;br /&gt;aisa: where am i exactly?!?&lt;br /&gt;voice: okok, no need to be so rough.. ur in ur head.&lt;br /&gt;aisa:...ok, where's the door, i'm getting out.&lt;br /&gt;voice: no criously, we're in ur head. if ur going crazy in ur head, this place will fall apart and we dun want that do we... =D&lt;br /&gt;aisa:-_-"..so wat am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;voice: oh come on... what else! relax! u stressing out kinda make this head of urs be like an active volcano!&lt;br /&gt;aisa: and how are u gonna make me relax?&lt;br /&gt;voice: wel, first off.. let's try going to ur blog....&lt;br /&gt;voice:haha, see..see...look at this post... such fun times eh?&lt;br /&gt;aisa: umm, that post was about...nvm...forget it..&lt;br /&gt;voice: wait..hold on. i'm u so i noe more abt u than anyone else. and the fact ur smallest enjoyment everyday...u.don't.show.it.&lt;br /&gt;aisa:and ur point is?.. to enjoy wat i didn't write in my blog? anyway, i'm summarizing wat always happens to me on the day of when i post that post.&lt;br /&gt;voice: but u always said enjoy the gd things rite? simplicity...&lt;br /&gt;aisa:yea, yea, i get it. so what?gonna let em go?&lt;br /&gt; voice:...yeap...that's about it...(pushes aisa over and he dissapears)&lt;br /&gt;voice:(turns ard and starts walking.. meets the rest)&lt;br /&gt;voice: well, that's that. things are gonna change ard here&lt;br /&gt;~randomness to the max~&lt;br /&gt;voice: people, this could happen in real life..&lt;br /&gt;ur mind might take u to teach u a thing or 2...so watch out&lt;br /&gt;~~frm ur friendly neighbourhood brain~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2826763269263377887?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2826763269263377887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2826763269263377887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2826763269263377887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2826763269263377887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/odd-world.html' title='odd world'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6271175034824756476</id><published>2008-07-16T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:05:45.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facts of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think, if i'm speaking in terms of metal... i guess i'm turning rusty. old and just about to break. i'm sick of giving orders, opinions and all. just once, i wanna be LIKE them. my class is not what i wanted. it's like oil and water. they don't mix. not that i'm complaining or anything. heck, i dun care what happens to em.  but it's really affecting somethings.  they play fifa on the computer almost ALL the time. they mostly dun even noe what's going on in class. and i'm for certain... their maths aren't that gd either! apart from 1 guy who's capable of a most of the module we study(for the new guys, not my former classmates) i kinda wonder HOW IN THE WORLD they got to 2nd year. how this is affecting me you say. well, trying putting one of ur team members as the one who plays the fifa game. NO CONCENTRATION. seriously, i set up a small "test" for him where which i stay for lunch longer while he goes to class for DIP project. hoping for him to do or at least have some progress in the work we have... he was fucking having fun playing the game with the other guy.  i'm doing all this project for the benefit of us. the faster we finish, the earlier we can relax and do wat shit we want. and each time i see them, they say how good i am, studious, serious, hardworking. let me give u this...&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u put such high hopes on me for being like that. f u. i'm like that not because i want to. u prevent my parter to do his work, i have to be the one who has to turn the wheel once again. this for my school life.&lt;br /&gt;now for my archery, the number of sub comm active and still able( can be reached and used) can be counted with one hand with all the five fingers i have. i'm tired to go the full extent of the story, but here's a shoutout to ALL sub comm archery members: AT LEAST DO YOUR JOB AND COOPERATE! DON"T FUCKING LEAVE THE BURDEN ON THE REST OF US. WE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER EVEN IF YOU AREN'T SHOOTING NO MORE. DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES STACKED BENEATH OUR FEET. cause i can't take it no more. cause i thought you guys were my friends. and if you hate the main comm so much, stick to the sub comm to change the way things are. damn, we're gonna be main comm soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;i, wanted to say something smart when i ended this. but.. i can't think of any f***ing thing to say. i wish to not think that everthing revolves around me. but the more i think, the more i feel like it is. and usually that statement goes to those snobbish show-off kinda ppl, this time.. that statement kinda feels disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;/* if u found my blog, no use hiding it from me not knowing. you're smart, and i noe u do think so too. but if u think u can UNDERSTAND me?no chance and no help from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6271175034824756476?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6271175034824756476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6271175034824756476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6271175034824756476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6271175034824756476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/07/facts-of-my-life.html' title='facts of my life'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1646291658941515726</id><published>2008-07-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:25:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under maintenance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea, like the heading says.... under &lt;span class="me"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;. i going over my head now. no idea whats wrong but something feels different. heck, i don't think this is a suprise. i mean, i doubt there was a day i said loads of times i was feeling great! that it was the best day ever. that i really enjoyed it. that, that... all that shit..  you know what i mean. i got my results back.. 5 MSTs. EID, OOP, Maths, MCT, CTA. EID with 39%, OOP with 76%, maths with 88.5%, MCT with 79%, CTA with 84%(or maybe) 88%... project up and coming. i'm tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;i have EID mini-projects to do with and up coming lab test and quiz&lt;br /&gt;OOP, another mini-project that we have to program.. plus an open book test&lt;br /&gt;maths, a mini-project needed completing by i think in 2 weeks time&lt;br /&gt;MCT with a report need written out from the program i wrote&lt;br /&gt;CTA with a report i need to write and a lab test coming&lt;br /&gt;things have never been ever busy.&lt;br /&gt;before i sign off, well, i'd like to say that i miss everyone and that i hope i;ll see the lot of u very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1646291658941515726?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1646291658941515726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1646291658941515726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1646291658941515726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1646291658941515726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/07/under-maintenance.html' title='under maintenance'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-236907660074559238</id><published>2008-06-14T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:38:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some quizzies</title><content type='html'>yo, hey guys... so i got bored. yea... bored. what can i say... i'm bored. so anyway, i went to quizilla and got some quizzies for myself.. mind trying some? and do tell wat u get....&lt;br /&gt;~i got blue for the quiz~&lt;br /&gt;well, see ya... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://macromedia.com/cabs/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.quizilla.com/templates/QZ2/media/swf/quidget.swf?q_id=7281958&amp;amp;q_type=quizzes" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" id="Quidget" name="Quidget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;        &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-236907660074559238?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/236907660074559238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=236907660074559238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/236907660074559238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/236907660074559238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-quizzies.html' title='some quizzies'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8186299556243321086</id><published>2008-06-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:43:40.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the silence seems familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 days hey. 7 days at home alone. well, not exactly but still so called alone. first 2 days at home alone, 3rd to 4th my grandma came over with 2 little cousins.(had to control the place). 5th to 7 alone again. guess what.... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all. though, i eat less. slightly more of a neat freak. but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;wow. i've grown up.(pat on ur back... =) .....)&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, with my mom not around. i does feel a slight different. not gonna say it though. not in hear anyway. so, hey welcome. this is my life. don't go out. don't do much. if there ain't anyone around, won't eat much either. kinda peaceful. nice. wonder if you're in my shoes you'd be crazy already on the first day. not exactly paradise, but good enough. seriously, i got not much to say. but all but one statement. my life= life not having much people around you. try it.&lt;br /&gt;no peeps/friends/neighbors talking to u  much.. more directly... rarely.&lt;br /&gt;no interesting shows to watch....&lt;br /&gt;no going out much....&lt;br /&gt;study all day long...(except when slacking)...&lt;br /&gt;try it.. it's good for u. then u'll be just like me...hehe&lt;br /&gt;~oh and my turtle says hi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8186299556243321086?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8186299556243321086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8186299556243321086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8186299556243321086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8186299556243321086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/06/silence-seems-familiar.html' title='the silence seems familiar'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7874916729967786260</id><published>2008-06-02T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:22:12.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Changed Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHO? me?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQb0wufaRI/AAAAAAAAALo/XKu_kQ3PgHs/s1600-h/Picture+016%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQb0wufaRI/AAAAAAAAALo/XKu_kQ3PgHs/s400/Picture+016%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207317662394181906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, bad hair cut day for me... haha. well, as promised a post for the holidays. and first of, i would like to say that i'm alone at home... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, all the same for me. been cleaning the house, studying... that's about it. not much going on around my life though. but i do get this feeling that i'm being slighty more mature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbZWiN_lI/AAAAAAAAALI/zO1D1lZ1_h8/s1600-h/Picture+009%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbZWiN_lI/AAAAAAAAALI/zO1D1lZ1_h8/s400/Picture+009%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207317191506918994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apart from the turtle on my head. yes, i've think i've mature...haha. less fooling around, more getting agitated and angry at others who dun do their work...haha. that's the new me, dun like it? dun care...haha&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, been going sian due to the mood change. now my new best buddy at home is that stuffed turtle...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbaOd-akI/AAAAAAAAALY/LCMnPXHKSDk/s1600-h/Picture+010%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbaOd-akI/AAAAAAAAALY/LCMnPXHKSDk/s400/Picture+010%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207317206521506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see, he goes where ever i go..haha. well, 3 weeks of holidays. a time to relax and rest and also a time to use that time as a countdown towards the time of exam. oooo, i feel like i used up alot of time typing time there. oh well, time lost is nothing... =)&lt;br /&gt;so well, hmm... tired now, so i guess i'll post more tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;see ya, and as a parting gift... a pic of me and my new buddy together...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbaVjoGMI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjQOHYyDrPo/s1600-h/Picture+020%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQbaVjoGMI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjQOHYyDrPo/s400/Picture+020%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207317208424257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aisa: get off me...&lt;br /&gt;turtle: ok...(goes down to shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;aisa:..... ok fine&lt;br /&gt;turtle: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7874916729967786260?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7874916729967786260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7874916729967786260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7874916729967786260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7874916729967786260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed-man.html' title='A Changed Man'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SEQb0wufaRI/AAAAAAAAALo/XKu_kQ3PgHs/s72-c/Picture+016%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-711605394207850120</id><published>2008-05-14T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:12:03.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOC part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha! i forgot to post in the FOC pics. anyway, you all know i was involved in my poly's freshmen orientation programme... so, here are some pics. not in order mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick guys! find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx2YAZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yNMCo6MU8ag/s1600-h/_MG_8109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx2YAZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yNMCo6MU8ag/s400/_MG_8109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200234636212031714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too tired workers, too energetic photographers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx24AZ0PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K4IATTFcptE/s1600-h/_MG_8126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx24AZ0PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K4IATTFcptE/s400/_MG_8126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200234644801966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole FOP helpers!! UNITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx3YAZ0QI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2xSQQqO_Gek/s1600-h/_MG_8144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx3YAZ0QI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2xSQQqO_Gek/s400/_MG_8144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200234653391900930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 big guys in the center..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx3oAZ0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1gdjOr38gZY/s1600-h/IMG_7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx3oAZ0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1gdjOr38gZY/s400/IMG_7723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200234657686868242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful SEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx34AZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/01UdSfTsWIU/s1600-h/IMG_7845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx34AZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/01UdSfTsWIU/s400/IMG_7845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200234661981835554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtNIAZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EJRjRgjjjXc/s1600-h/IMG_7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtNIAZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EJRjRgjjjXc/s400/IMG_7706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229529495916690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot! informal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtNoAZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PgSTijNt6xM/s1600-h/IMG_7709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtNoAZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PgSTijNt6xM/s400/IMG_7709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229538085851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leading the freshies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtN4AZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZkdAyRO27Vw/s1600-h/FOP+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtN4AZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZkdAyRO27Vw/s400/FOP+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229542380818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DA MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtOYAZ0MI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LcM84V-Vjqc/s1600-h/FOP+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtOYAZ0MI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LcM84V-Vjqc/s400/FOP+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229550970753218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst..close fist if u wanna say the pledge.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtO4AZ0NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZzjDSta_Ipo/s1600-h/_MG_7915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrtO4AZ0NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZzjDSta_Ipo/s400/_MG_7915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200229559560687826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! that's all... enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-711605394207850120?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/711605394207850120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=711605394207850120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/711605394207850120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/711605394207850120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/05/foc-part-2.html' title='FOC part 2'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCrx2YAZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yNMCo6MU8ag/s72-c/_MG_8109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8278348637510321759</id><published>2008-05-14T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:02:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP pics finally.. and spidey's request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woohoo! another post coming up. finally got the FOP pics. and it's like 2MB..woah&lt;br /&gt;right about now, it's at 47% finish transferring. so while we wait, let do spidey's request.haha&lt;br /&gt;(note that each questions answered, i will give a 10secs lapse for thinking after reading the question. as they say, quick answers are nearly, mostly the truth.. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;1) At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; i don't think i'm desperate. but before 50 yrs old.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;2) Study Hard or Play Hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Who is the person you trust most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;4) Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think so....hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;5) If you have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to be able to change the world. serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;6) Do you believe in seeing rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;7) What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;same as last year... survive poly life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;8) Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wat is eternity???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;9) Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;none that i can think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;10) What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the feeling of being with my friends &amp;amp; family. that's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;11) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to...(pass 10secs already.. XD)... hmm.. be by my side. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;12) What would you do for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anything useful and meaningful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;13) Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes. everyone of em. even if i forget your name, but still remember ur face. that will do. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;14) Do you believe in GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;15) What do you think is most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everything. yea, i noe. i'm selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;16) Who do you hope to be there always with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i can hope.. that person..(aisa points)... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;17) Whose your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my closest friends are my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;18) Who cares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who else other than my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;19) Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my very friendly neighborhood spiderman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;20) Do you love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(serious/calm face)... yes. i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Pass to 8 people&lt;br /&gt;-JQ&lt;br /&gt;-nafees&lt;br /&gt;-iskandar&lt;br /&gt;-zul&lt;br /&gt;-dila&lt;br /&gt;-syuhadah&lt;br /&gt;-ili&lt;br /&gt;-fruit seller(MUAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8278348637510321759?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8278348637510321759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8278348637510321759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8278348637510321759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8278348637510321759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/05/fop-pics-finally-and-spideys-request.html' title='FOP pics finally.. and spidey&apos;s request'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6354408398407219680</id><published>2008-05-13T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:05:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea i know it's been a long time since i blogged. not like much people pass by saying "hey! this blog seems interesting..." well, other than the fruit seller and his fruits...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i actually wanted to post in a few of my FOP and archery camp photos in.&lt;br /&gt;but the person holding on to the FOP pics haven't even given it to me. and the photos taken from archery camp makes my look...umm, not good in the photo...haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, that my reason. hope u guys accept it. back on track, now i have 7 modules to learn. yay! haha. they are EID (electrical installation &amp;amp; design), OOP (object oriented programming), CT&amp;amp;A (circuit theory &amp;amp; analysis), D&amp;amp;IP (design &amp;amp; innovation project), MCT (microcontroller technology), EMIIB (engineering maths II(B)) and ERP[GEMS] (effective resource planning).&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's alot. so far, i'm starting to hate ERP, EID, and OOP. haiz, all this modules are programming modules. so many iostreams, int, double, strings, pointers, 0xff, for loops... and more. my heads spins thinking about it. well, overall it's fun being a 2nd year student. And hard since there's more freshmens around. haha.. literally, they have conquered almost all the foodcourts and study areas. totally no space for us seniors anywhere... grr, must complain to the head of the poly...haha. well, before i sign off, here's a few pics i think is go to show to u guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdKYAZ0DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VCKKz5dAEIA/s1600-h/CIMG2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdKYAZ0DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VCKKz5dAEIA/s400/CIMG2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860046344343602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhi yong, clement and me...NIGHTWALK OTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdLIAZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zc8M4dKTs-4/s1600-h/CIMG2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdLIAZ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zc8M4dKTs-4/s400/CIMG2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860059229245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me in blue teaching them...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdLoAZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QQq1MCZ4KUg/s1600-h/CIMG2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdLoAZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QQq1MCZ4KUg/s400/CIMG2748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860067819180114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clement, me and merlyn...group SHIBUYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdMIAZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0f4tXYwgvUU/s1600-h/CIMG2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdMIAZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0f4tXYwgvUU/s400/CIMG2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860076409114722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot! shibuya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdMoAZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RAW3ugyvyGM/s1600-h/CIMG2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmdMoAZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RAW3ugyvyGM/s400/CIMG2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860084999049330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH!!! i'm being BEAR HUGGED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmffIAZ0II/AAAAAAAAAJo/F4SiMfc5_34/s1600-h/CIMG2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/SCmffIAZ0II/AAAAAAAAAJo/F4SiMfc5_34/s400/CIMG2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862601849884802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL the archery campers (except some who needed to leave early...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6354408398407219680?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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wish to say something, but it's too hard to say a word when tears are flowing down your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to give comfort, but your pain chains me down to the chair.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to give reasoning, but your helplessness made me powerless to reason back.&lt;br /&gt;i drove myself to move forward and reach out a helping hand, but all i could do is say gd nite.&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice for others. the greatest sacrifice ever.&lt;br /&gt;to the one i intend to have this statement read by. listen well.&lt;br /&gt;you receive kindness, help and guidance. you took the lead and went ahead to follow your dreams. you left your loved ones, hoping to bring them more prosperity. do know... one sacrificed to live without you as you went away. struggled but held on because of you. cried but knew it would all lead to a brighter future. then you came. you reached you goals. a happy life awaited. but actions speak louder than words. i know your attitude. i know how you changed your personality. no, it's not written in your face. it showing publicly. i understand the situation, but do not ask someone else to repay the kindness you received. it doesn't count. don't be like that. don't be one sided. don't make people suffer. you may be tough and straight-forward in thinking. you also pick those with good connections too. but don't discard the rest. i was taught well. and i'm different than you. i wished to be like you before, but now i beg to differ. because... i'm going to be better than you. i'll sacrifice all i have for those who needs me. i know my rights. this time, i'm following my own footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;i respect you. i really do. but i have my own ideology. i follow them throughly. though i break my own rules, i still follow. you have your way, and i have mine. when i have the courage to say it i will, but in the meantime, i will play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-9136377083400027155?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/9136377083400027155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=9136377083400027155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/9136377083400027155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/9136377083400027155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/04/sacrifice.html' title='sacrifice'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6594252806336689456</id><published>2008-04-14T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:04:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day back to sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok, back to school. out of my previous class, only 7 of my previous classmates were in the same class as me... including me... umm... that makes 8 of us...&lt;br /&gt;class with 21 people, the remaining 13 are a group of people from another class.&lt;br /&gt;i became the assistant class rep again. yea, me. got to know a few people. one joker from that other class which is now my classmate. what's there to say... just first day, not much is revealed..anyway, i'll update more tomorrow. good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-27404679.post-4532083998724821559</id><published>2008-04-13T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:51:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fast? i miss it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow, tomorrow is school once again. time really went fast. kinda. well, another year up, i guess it's time to change abit. for the better or for worse, it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just got back from camp. archery prep camp mind you. and it was more work than play.... or rather the other way around. learn to play cards finally..(yes, i know what you're thinking... haha, this guy doesn't know how to play taitee[or watever u call it]....well....fuck u)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 3 days and 2 nights... tiring 3 days... and back aching 2 nights... next time must bring pillows.haha. but it was great. had alot of fun these days. played games, made jokes,.... but for some reason, didn't get to shoot...lol. oh darn, look at the time, it's 11.25am... gotta go sleep... tomorrow's a new day. one i'll try and promise not to swear or start telling u guys to fuck off.. P.S. this things usually happen to some of the guys in poly...mostly to those archers.... anyway, i'll try to swear less. anyway, my rep has been tarnished.. fuck u brinx...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm not trying to flame anyone mind you... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4532083998724821559?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4532083998724821559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4532083998724821559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4532083998724821559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4532083998724821559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-fast-i-miss-it.html' title='so fast? i miss it...'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2255553403470018110</id><published>2008-04-09T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:28:01.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nobody's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never changed my hairstyle once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not familiar with places in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;made loads of friends.&lt;br /&gt;goes out to play, learn or pray.&lt;br /&gt;and that's also limited.&lt;br /&gt;does a loop of every week.&lt;br /&gt;alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;don't watch soccer.&lt;br /&gt;don't watch latest movies.&lt;br /&gt;don't go out often.&lt;br /&gt;technically, i'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i had a thought just now in the train after my FOC and after my friends left me after 4 stops...&lt;br /&gt;i don't do much things normal teens do. i stay at home. or just do nothing. i don't play online. and i just play the same games over and over again. so, i was thinking. when people meet, what would i talk about. the past? some funny moments? things that happened?&lt;br /&gt;i always had the ability to remember things so far back in time. and i always wondered why... maybe, it was because due to the fact that those memories were precious to me. times when a caged bird leaves. a short freedom. an escape from constant leveled ground kind of living.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i do feel emo. but hey... doesn't that show that i am depressed? isn't this evidence enough? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;my whole body aches. places i can't even reach to ease the pain. why do i feel in doubt? i gave up long ago. so why is it chasing me again. is it because...i'm alone?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;[i'm alone, i'm alone, i'm alone]&lt;br /&gt;[no one can help me]&lt;br /&gt;[noone will know how i feel... cause i won't tell...]&lt;br /&gt;[that is my punishment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2255553403470018110?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2255553403470018110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2255553403470018110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the kind of person i am. i won't show much, tell much or even express much.&lt;br /&gt;the reason is. because, i want to find out what kind of person I am. i know it's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been confused years more than you. usually, i hear my friends or family recalling their times when they were little. where as i can't even dig out a chunk of memory when i was small(young age, before pri or till pri 1). all i could remember are little strands of the past. and those memories, aren't enough to help me at all. there's so many questions i want to ask. so many kept inside. but i never did ask. not even close to the surface, not even me. my memories are locked up far from me, out of reach. never mind now. i'll tell the next time i post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2047804224774932848?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6607883340093690486</id><published>2008-03-17T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:00:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying off, bye-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;if i said i'd be leaving singapore for good..&lt;br /&gt;how would you guys react?&lt;br /&gt;if i said i'd be studying overseas..&lt;br /&gt;will you all forget me?&lt;br /&gt;if i weren't going to be online frequent..&lt;br /&gt;would you "delete" me?&lt;br /&gt;if i said... i'd be gone soon..&lt;br /&gt;can i still get to see you guys one last time?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;my father is working overseas. and i don't know how long he'll be there working. there's only me, my mom and my dad. and so, my dad is alone there without me and my mom. that kind of situation i understand how it feels. alone, that's the word. my mom.... has decided to follow my dad there... maybe soon... for the looks of it. and due to past events... i'm not trusted enough to live alone. seeing the case. i was given 2 options. either to go stay with my grandmother.... or follow my parents and live overseas. seeing that if i choose to stay living with my grandmother, my mom will constantly get worried and will always come back to sg after 3 mths and then back to my dad. to me it sounds troubling for my mom. i... have frequently rejected the idea of studying overseas even though the topic seems to come out daily. but as time past by and by looking at the situation.. i'm beginning to think back my objections. to me, i love it here in singapore. but i also love my parents. but this time i can't have both. so if i go....&lt;br /&gt;just do like you always do. my friends who aren't that "close" to me... no change whether i go or not. to those who i frequently chat with...all my friends... all those in msn... those who visited my house... seriously... i don't know what to say... sorry&lt;br /&gt;but it's still undecided. so you need not think about...&lt;br /&gt;(this post is posted due to the overwhelming thought of this situation... just need to say it out kind of moment...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6607883340093690486?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6607883340093690486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6607883340093690486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6607883340093690486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6607883340093690486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/flying-off-bye-bye.html' title='flying off, bye-bye'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7225782119648524058</id><published>2008-03-04T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:54:47.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>join me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;nothing in my head now. and somehow, this is more peaceful than anything else i've experienced. when the mind is clear, blank, nothing but the feeling of the breeze on my face. it makes the air around me even taste nice. then, reality hits you straight in the face. baffled, tranquility is gone...lol. haiz... i miss so many things.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if the me now is better than the me before. or is it the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i passed. i got my results. i got in 2nd year poly...WOOHOO!!!.. course is still electrical and electronics engineering. so watch out, aisa coming your way engineering world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7225782119648524058?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7225782119648524058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7225782119648524058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7225782119648524058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7225782119648524058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/join-me.html' title='join me'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3530988390275884661</id><published>2008-03-03T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:17:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR...me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emo huh...&lt;br /&gt;that's what they say, that's what they call it.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think so, cause what i know is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just reflecting, reflecting on my life and how i'm living it.&lt;br /&gt;cause for me, i think deep. soo deep. it's irritating&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for vulgarities) FUCKx3!!!&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck... damn you jq. you've infected me with your emoness.&lt;br /&gt;well, back to being me. ever wondered? what is right and wrong?&lt;br /&gt;every told yourself that it's wrong, but you're  still doing it.&lt;br /&gt;don't judge me so easily. i'm just being random.&lt;br /&gt;see all my other post. they're all random. last time, random. last month, random, last years, RANDOM! yea, i'm a random person. but mind you, there are slight meanings in what i write. you just have to rearrage and look at it at different views. if you're good enough, you might be able to decipher  what i just wrote down. so have fun doing it. =P&lt;br /&gt;my heads spinning. dunno why. ah well. guess what. here's a secret... or well... maybe to put it simply, a truth.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i kinda enjoy blog hopping... so those usual blogs i "hop" to is...&lt;br /&gt;jq's (he's like me. random. so it's natural i enjoy his posts)&lt;br /&gt;hairth's (man, he's blog is nice to read. soo informative. there's feeling in every post)&lt;br /&gt;zul's (this guy just started again. and desperate for a job. lol)&lt;br /&gt;dila's (it's like a guessing game. fun. too bad she in india... i think?)&lt;br /&gt;nafees's (i had hope for this. but now, let's pray it goes to heaven safely. =P)&lt;br /&gt;syuhadah's (nice to hear she got gd frens to talk abt most of the times)&lt;br /&gt;ili's (interesting posts and great music! damn lollipop song!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[there are 3 more. (iskandar, nad and huda). but i stopped "hopping" to their blogs for now as...]&lt;br /&gt;1) too lovey dovey, it's like reading a love novel/story.. haiz, creeps me out&lt;br /&gt;2) too complicated to read&lt;br /&gt;3) easy to predict what might happen next&lt;br /&gt;{{ dun get angry abt the comments ah you 3. btw, i scrambled the placing. but you can guess which one of those statements points to huda... =P}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3530988390275884661?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3530988390275884661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3530988390275884661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3530988390275884661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3530988390275884661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/03/rawrme.html' title='RAWR...me?'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-374063208193310987</id><published>2008-02-25T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T03:45:06.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hesitating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ah, i feel like crap&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. i can't feel my feelings. i don't even know what i'm feeling anymore. maybe i need help. maybe i really do. someone to tell my tales. but... I'm gutless. who. i just don't know who to tell. this long holiday really is the worst. forcing me to think about how I'm living my life again. i hate it. i feel I'm lying every time. can't i be honest just once. truly frankly honest. I'm horrible. i just know i am. how can i be so heartless. can't i care. cry for once at least. i don't have to put up a fake face every time. i know i saw. i know i knew. and i definitely knew what i was up too. so why do i still blame. horrible. I'm always contradicting myself. the truth behind lies. do you trust me? cause i can't trust myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you ignoring me. but i can't promise i will keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you insults. but i can't promise you i might break your face.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your threats..... but i can't promise i will run away.&lt;br /&gt;final cut. LOVE SUCKS! =)&lt;br /&gt;oh, and so does my mind. stupid ,misleading paths.... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-374063208193310987?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/374063208193310987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=374063208193310987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/374063208193310987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/374063208193310987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-hesitating.html' title='i&apos;m hesitating'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4379395171352232848</id><published>2008-02-15T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:13:02.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever wondered what it would be like tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;ever tried to predict what might happen today?&lt;br /&gt;ever made choices that lead to more choices?&lt;br /&gt;think...&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;have you ever just let things flow...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever followed your heart...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever made a straight path...&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;normally, i'd plan ahead. always looking at my schedule and timetable beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;normally, i'd try to predict what might and would happen on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;normally, i'd make so many paths until my head spins.&lt;br /&gt;that's me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd lie, i'd tell, i'd help, i'd confess, i'd be looking innocent.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the choices i make.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fixed. calculative and direct on how i think.&lt;br /&gt;but don't expect those terms in the way i talk.&lt;br /&gt;i may have lied to you before.&lt;br /&gt;i may have told you.&lt;br /&gt;i may have helped out.&lt;br /&gt;i may have confessed.&lt;br /&gt;i may be looking innocent.&lt;br /&gt;but you won't know which of it i may be doing.&lt;br /&gt;because, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;i trust everyone. but i'm not willing to tell.&lt;br /&gt;so ask yourself... how well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;get in my head, my mind... and i'm certain you're gonna get a huge headache soon afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4379395171352232848?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4379395171352232848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4379395171352232848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4379395171352232848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4379395171352232848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/blank-spaces.html' title='blank spaces'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6695819554026976154</id><published>2008-02-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:40:16.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEA!!! WOOHOO!!!! ALRIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I, Aisa, HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST YEAR OF POLY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO ALL MY FELLOW SPIANS AND LOOK AHEAD WITH HEADS HELD HIGH TO THE BRIGHT, BRIGHT FUTURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND DO PRAY AND HOPE WE ARE OVER AND DONE WITH YEAR 1 AND MOVE FORWARD TO YEAR 2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6695819554026976154?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6695819554026976154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6695819554026976154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6695819554026976154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6695819554026976154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4103076603936691423</id><published>2008-02-04T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:20:52.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing isn't it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A statement by a friend i saw while surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;...LOVE IS LIKE OXYGEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda agree with that, if it the same to how i feel the statement is trying to state. by all means, to me, love is refreshing. just like the air we breathe. the feeling of absolute being free. free of any restraints, free of the shackles of life. it's amazing, the feeling we get when we're with someone we love. just the thought of it, brings joy. how else can i express it. refreshing as it is, it's one of those things you can live without. like oxygen, without it, we'll die. we'll suffer. we'll be shattered. so, we as human being, learn to supress the situation. so that oxygen will always be there around us, never to leave us and always by our side. human instincts, survival. we do what we must to survive. for all i know, right now, this instant, i'll keep a secret as long as i can just... to have oxygen around me as long as possible. as any error will cause my... suffering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[expect any situation from any desicion, no second chances,no turning back... can you live to remember the day?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4103076603936691423?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4103076603936691423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4103076603936691423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4103076603936691423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4103076603936691423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-isnt-it.html' title='amazing isn&apos;t it'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6677208524576063239</id><published>2008-01-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:26:19.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely poly classmates/buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;you know what, i just realized... i haven't shown any of you guys my classmates...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;must have forgotten... anyway.... till when they will sent me the whole class photo... here's one where a group of us went to the zoo for our CIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/R5Nzihd6j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9DswZB-NY7c/s1600-h/IMG_8018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157593035205939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/R5Nzihd6j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9DswZB-NY7c/s400/IMG_8018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an intro. i have 19 classmates (small huh..)&lt;br /&gt;out of all of em... those in the pic is those I'm closest with.&lt;br /&gt;so that's 11 of em.&lt;br /&gt;from the top left: shan li (sl for short. he's the one with all the 'erhm' games...e.g. cheats...haha. bleach the quincy expert),&lt;br /&gt;haikal (the other malay guy... he's kinda like izwan, but more polite...lol),&lt;br /&gt;samuel (a guy who is very direct. critic expert),&lt;br /&gt;ivan teo (haha! i have soo many 'ivan' frens. and he's a good guy too. bleach kenpachi expert),&lt;br /&gt;kenneth (our class leader, fun guy who is the first person whom i know smiles while he's angry...lol. bleach ichigo hollow expert),&lt;br /&gt;galvin (a hardcore football fan.. like harith.. he can even spend lots of money for a soccer shoe),&lt;br /&gt;hui yi ( the oldest in the class. and a guards rank in NS. yup, he finished NS. old guy with a young heart. that's him).&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom left: jia jie (he's like the twins ivan and desmond. quiet and fun at the same time),&lt;br /&gt;devan raj (a guy who's overall happy everytime. malaysian, he's a great guy. and funny too! a hip hopper kinda guy),&lt;br /&gt;galvin's sis (she begged the bro to bring her along.haha),&lt;br /&gt;joshua (a good friend of galvin. he's really one of a kind. funny when he thinks highly of himself. haha)&lt;br /&gt;and me(bleach uruhara expert!!! (^^))!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;well, you might think that's all... but... i have the other class photo now..(thanks ken) he just sent it to me. well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/R5N8DBd6kAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_jxBVimVt_4/s1600-h/14012008414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157602389644709890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/R5N8DBd6kAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_jxBVimVt_4/s400/14012008414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here, there's 17 ppl plus my PEEE lecturer&lt;br /&gt;haha. the other 2 missing is samuel and jia jie. you know those in the first row already. [raj, galvin, joshua]&lt;br /&gt;the second row: wee kian( a great guy and forever funny), ignatius (eggy for short, a super slack/active kinda guy), jia tian (the only girl in the class. can i say pampered?), hao wei (mr cool headed guy) and my lecturer&lt;br /&gt;third row: kelvin (he super random man. don't let the look fool u), andrew (a great fren/compainion to hao wei. they stick like glue), jian yong (this guy is the most random of all random. if he wants to pinch your nipple, he will..lol), daryl (great guy with a great personality to go with),[me,sl], desmond (like samuel, except, he won't apologise...much... but he ain't emo or anything. just super straight forward)&lt;br /&gt;last row:[huiyi(do you we call him fish?), kenneth, ivan teo]&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it... till next time... see ya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6677208524576063239?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6677208524576063239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6677208524576063239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6677208524576063239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6677208524576063239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-lovely-poly-classmatesbuddies.html' title='my lovely poly classmates/buddies'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/R5Nzihd6j_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9DswZB-NY7c/s72-c/IMG_8018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4016042859958923889</id><published>2008-01-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:07:17.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid, that's how i feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing more, nothing less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been waiting all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never progressing a single step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always feeling like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never thought i could make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but look at me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, what a stupid fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could you misjudge the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was there right infront of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's nothing to turn back to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there never was in the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pitch black darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a place with no escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling nothing but coldness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a hollow shell with life left to spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a shimmer of light breaking through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bright it sparkle's in the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh, such a fool i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left it shimmering, undisturbed and untouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still glowing with such brilliance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the light that shines behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it grew bigger and brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i gloomed away in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the warm rays tickling my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i just sat facing the other corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the darkess turned to light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the coldness turned to warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i opened my eyes to a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it seems as my vision cleared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seemed different now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world i live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stripped of the simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with more perplexity than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we can't escape our fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we live through the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to face the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we felt the hardship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as to appreciate the vivacity that is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we listen to all the troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as to consolate in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we see the suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as to think whether we suffered less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we receive gifts, presents and greetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not for what it's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but rather to know that people know your existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loneliness,anger,depression and sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are emotions that reflects just for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happiness, joy, loved ones and happy memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are those that last more than a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a question to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the answer already within us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4016042859958923889?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4016042859958923889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4016042859958923889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4016042859958923889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4016042859958923889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7220105008696746246</id><published>2008-01-09T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:09:17.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Strength, The Final Verdict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i haven't been updating frequently these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all these pressure surrounding me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the exams and projects and life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been one hell of a whirldwind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've totally changed, but i think i prefer the old me best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so let's stick to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i've been sleeping real late these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like sleeping at 4 and waking up at 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, right now. i wanted a new post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last strength meaning the last few days more till end of poly yr 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the final verdict meaning the final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i feel like a story right about now. don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(umm, # and &amp;amp; is a persons name... i just lazy to think of names)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#: hey, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:hmm? oh, hey. fine. you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#:ahh, stress. the exams are coming and i still got loads to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:haha! same to me too. i still got loads of projects to complete and revisions to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#: yea, i can't take it anymore. wish it was the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:yea. well, it's coming soon. so you have any plans for the holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#:plans? so fast? well, not yet. guess i'm very free. you wanna catch a movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:us? sure, why not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;# and &amp;amp;: .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;: well, this feels weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#:what is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:i, i feel like i want to tell you something. but, it.. i can't say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#:huh? you want to tell me something? what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;: i dunno how to say it. i just feel, it's not time to say it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#:?not time yet? you're weird. but is it important? why can't you say it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;: important?hmm, i can't tell whether it is or not. i guess it's a question that can lead to either. hmmm, about can't saying. well, i dunno. not only is it not the time. but, i don't want it to be an unexpected turn of events. and somemore, i don't think you want to either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#: i don't want what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;:(small grin) it's ok. nevermind. i like it already the way it is. like this... this is just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7220105008696746246?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7220105008696746246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7220105008696746246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7220105008696746246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7220105008696746246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-strength-final-verdict.html' title='The Last Strength, The Final Verdict'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8046715890654463283</id><published>2008-01-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:20:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;first off... a happy new year to all my friends, buddies, family, cousins, aunts,uncles,friends of friends and everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been a wild weeks those last few days of 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now let's look forward to 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright... exams are just around the alleyway, and i'm still feeling kinda lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap. ZZZ... anyways.. got back from doha... my body is following doha time now... meaning... i sleep at 5 and wake up at 1pm....grr... and tommorrow is school... man, i gotta set me right. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, the trip there was fun... i'll post the nice pics later on. so in 3 weeks time is my exam.. which lasts for 2 weeks... then a 10 week of holiday(YES!YES!YES!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways... for my new year resolution for this year 2008...hmmm... let me think abt it and i'll get back to ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8046715890654463283?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8046715890654463283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8046715890654463283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8046715890654463283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8046715890654463283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='new year 2008'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4953857947029856348</id><published>2007-12-14T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:44:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA for 2wks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok...ok...sheesh...i'm updating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but don't call me lazy... if have been busy these past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my CIP (which lasted for 3 days), my projects and assignment to do, and also packing up to go off soon. yup, that's right... i'll be MIA for 2 weeks. cause i'll be going off to doha TODAY!!! this evening to be exact. so well, u guys can say that this is a last min post. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's a quicky of what i've been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;cip&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;exams&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;projects&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;xbox&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol....yup.. i bought it already. but no, no halo3 yet... but got gears of war.MUAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things that's worth posting, yet no time to post it...well, guess that's have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 weeks of holiday, then 3 weks of study... finally exam...and lastly.... 10 WEEKS of holiday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see ya when i'm free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4953857947029856348?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4953857947029856348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4953857947029856348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4953857947029856348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4953857947029856348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/12/mia-for-2wks.html' title='MIA for 2wks'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-663582846529643677</id><published>2007-11-21T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:17:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Days Of My Life</title><content type='html'>Time is always in constant motion,&lt;br /&gt;The motion that only goes one way,&lt;br /&gt;The event imprinted in that one motion,&lt;br /&gt;That will never pass us again,&lt;br /&gt;The greatest or the worst of time,&lt;br /&gt;Those moments are long gone as long as there's time,&lt;br /&gt;They come and go as they please,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the air we breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Just so that everyday would be different,&lt;br /&gt;So that our life would not be dull,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, we still remember those moments,&lt;br /&gt;those moments called memories,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Whether it scarred us for life,&lt;br /&gt;Or nursed us back to life,&lt;br /&gt;They were the best moments of my life,&lt;br /&gt;The best on those days,&lt;br /&gt;The best during the time,&lt;br /&gt;And surely the best seconds i could ever feel,&lt;br /&gt;Just a word of thought,&lt;br /&gt;Just a small gesture,&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind those who i loved dearly,&lt;br /&gt;Just to those whom i have not forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;I cherished every second i've spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;Whether good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;So all i'm saying is,&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-663582846529643677?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/663582846529643677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=663582846529643677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/663582846529643677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/663582846529643677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-days-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Days Of My Life'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7409239421027425755</id><published>2007-11-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:29:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just I and only I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;only me. yeah, it's going to be one of those posts again. i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, what's been said is the truth. so it says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has always been I and only I.  and because of that I, I am different. i am rated. i am alone. for all the years i've been compared, it seems i have been compared the most as all the attention is on me. for my whole life, i've felt i've lived alone. apart from all the friends i have made, i am still alone. apart from being so sociable, i still stand alone. as the moment only last only for awhile. i never regretted going to SP. but in the bus, in the train. solitude was my only companion. even when coming home. i had no companion. luck may sometimes be on my side when a familiar face is in the same transport. but luck won't last a lifetime. now, my dad's working overseas. so it's only me and my mom. it's sad really.... when he entered the arrival hall, everyone was crying. my uncles, my aunts... they all cried, not showing but i could see the teary eyes. my mom as well, as did i. my grandmother cried the most. i guess, not seeing her son was the saddest thing she could ever imagine. but this scene actually did happen before. i wasn't around yet. it was when my dad went to the US to study. so now i guess, it's only me and my mom. all i can say now is that i'm happy for my dad for reaching this far. acheiving such high goals, he's soaring. and now, let's just hope i do as well as him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7409239421027425755?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7409239421027425755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7409239421027425755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7409239421027425755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7409239421027425755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-i-and-only-i.html' title='just I and only I'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-5126326094722265193</id><published>2007-11-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:00:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoned out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously have NOT be blogging much... i know... none of you care... but hey, this is my blog. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, anyway. let's start from the beginning shall we? and from the looks of it, it's gonna be a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from where i left off. i was supposed to post something about my raya outing. ok, here goes..(p.s. there is no pics due to some distance difficulties)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:RAYA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, there were limited ppl. only me,harith,zul,nafees,is,arithzuan,izwan,huda,katijah,syuhadah,shahida &amp;amp; her bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, short and simple. met at tamp interchange, then we went to syuhadah's hse. the next hse was iskandar as his hse near syuhadah's hse. went to huda's hse to pull her out and force her to follow us jln raya. enjoy ah over there... the girls always jumpy... and is oso got a suprise from me and arithzuan...lol. anyway, next hse was shahida's. all the way to hougang..(i think)... and then back to tampines to hakim's hse.stayed awhile and dragged hakim along too as it was going to be the last hse... and that hse was mine. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they watched soccer...manu vs arsenal i think... or was it liverpool vs arsenal..? anyway, that's abt it... and oh, those who have the raya photo.. pls pass it to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now the next combined post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:KL trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup, last thurs...(deepavali) i went to KL to go to sunway lagoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasn't that great though... we bought a ticket for the extreme and normal theme park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;normal was fun,  but the extreme was extremely boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap...no time left..well, good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-5126326094722265193?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5126326094722265193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=5126326094722265193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5126326094722265193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5126326094722265193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/11/zoned-out.html' title='zoned out'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8314970936854612340</id><published>2007-10-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:34:19.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAKURA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;status:FULL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh man, i can't move..too tired...too full...too...BLOATED..LOL. just now,(meaning friday) went SAKURA with the guys for dinner...oklah, maybe not alot of em... planned for 5.... 1 walked out due to the weak no. of ppl. another walked out due to unforseen circumstances...erhm. so there left 3. ahaha! me,zul and nafees. wahlau, i tell you guys ah...for breakfast,i drank tea. for lunch, i ate fries(influenced by nafees) and all the way to dinner..then the buffet...wth, confirm the other 2 dunno how to eat for buffet...lessons taught by my relatives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) minimize on drinking cold water,juice or hot drinks. so that you won't get bloated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) NEVER eat rice for buffet... it'll make you full fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)FILL YOURSELF UP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i'm super fulll...i think i'm ready for the next fasting.ahaha. well, i can't wait for this sun... hopefully i remember to bring my camera...and charger(just in case)... and i do hope it's fun...i hope.....no, i really do hope....(OH PLEASE BE FUN!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8314970936854612340?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8314970936854612340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8314970936854612340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8314970936854612340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8314970936854612340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/sakura.html' title='SAKURA!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1624793390533166910</id><published>2007-10-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:05:47.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, a better skin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've made a better header for my blog this time... and i'm liking it.... ahaha... the previous one was too big...lol. anyway, today was a rough day i guess. i finished my DE practical fast..it was to make a MOD-10 with a reset button and a pause button. anyway, afterwards went to gems and meet the rest. did our "observing" for our gems...and (seems like some ppl was observing us as well... e.g. dila LOL)(shit, she's gonna kill me... confirm..lol..ah,heck care)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well... i guess that's it. oh, and we chopped down the banana tree...lol... FUN...was like *chop*chop*slash*slash...lol. litarelly, the tree was like a body you know. it's like i was chopping up a guy...0.O!!! woah, i sound evil..lol.anyway, i did my fair share of chopping it so that it could fit into the trashbag. and i experimented on it abit too..lol... (note:stabbing must thrust....NOT prod..)LOL. anyway, can't wait for fri,sat and sun(damn, huda can't make it...CURSE YOU!!!!lol...i take that back)...oh well, hopefully i can find a replacement for myself for fri event at SP... lol...till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1624793390533166910?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1624793390533166910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1624793390533166910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1624793390533166910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1624793390533166910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-better-skin.html' title='ah, a better skin...'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3439373269729068123</id><published>2007-10-17T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:31:07.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish out a new age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, as you all might have known, 16 oct is my B'dae. i thank everyone who've wished me a happy birthday. well, anyway, i thought it'll be just a normal day. i mean, my last few B'daes were usually spent eating out... something casual. this time, well.... i think my parents... or should i say kak nana and abg aisham went slightly overboard... but it was definately fun. anyway, before the whole thing happened, nafees called wishing me a happy B'dae. he also asked how was my day, and i replied.." normal". he's reply, "wahlau, BORING SIA!!"... lol... man, wished he called later. cause as soon as i reached TM, my parents and i wasted time till the rest arrived. went to eat at Fish&amp;amp;Co. . food, delicious... and i was damn full...( sad, now need to lose MORE weight). and being that my family's a fun bunch, they requested the ALL the waiters and waitresses to come and give me a good B'dae party. LOL. so what happened was, they gave us jester's hats to wear...( i took a big one that can cover my head whole) and they took out the cake. next thing i knew was that they asked me to stand on the chair and face total strangers, the rest of the customers. i did, and then.... the song.... i was like turning left and right, i could see people in the restaurant looking at me and people in other restaurants peeking into Fish&amp;amp;Co. to see what was going on. lol. felt embarassing at a slight few secs, but knowing it was just for fun and to make it a memorable moment. worth every time spent... lol... well, till next time... see ya! and i'm now 17... let's start a new age..... NOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3439373269729068123?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3439373269729068123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3439373269729068123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3439373269729068123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3439373269729068123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/fish-out-new-age.html' title='fish out a new age'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-511740505575602743</id><published>2007-10-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:52:42.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;raya is coming very very close. by right, it should be around the corner. better yet RIGHT INFRONT of your face. but somehow, i don't feel the mood to raya? somehow, i feel sad. for some unexpected reason,... i feel empty. it's like, a feeling of not belonging. being with a group of people but not part of it. inferior in a sense, it's eating me up. i feel lonely, depressed and sad. definately don't feel like a usual me typing. maybe this is the real me. finally opening up, showing my true colour. or maybe this is just a phase. but whatever it is. it feels so, empty. it's sad to think about it. me feeling like this, it's painful to remember the things you've done wrong. things you know you've done wrong. guilt is eating me whole. i just think too much. too much. ok, that's enough. hopefully, sharing helps lighten the burden. thanks, to those who have listened and read. sorry, to those who i've hurt and cause sadness. sorry, for the moody post, but i felt like writing it out... thanks for understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-511740505575602743?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/511740505575602743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=511740505575602743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/511740505575602743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/511740505575602743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8483327514534645153</id><published>2007-10-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:58:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel different, i don't know why. but this feeling, it's great. happy. i think this happiness is one of a kind. and i like it. anyway, i've been thinking of dreams. and let me tell you, i had loads of dreams back then and even now. but out of all the dreams i had, i loved only a few. and still dream of it. the thought of it if it really happens will be like i went to a better place. anyway, one of the dreams i liked was thanks to halo strangely. i'd always dream during the time that someone would build like an ultimate wii... something more virtual. then i'd dream there was a competition and my friends and i will enter ourself. and we'd fight it out virtually. it's like matrix-meet-wii-meet-johnny quest. lol. another dream i had was after watching heroes. (this proves tv has a huge impact on people.lol) i'd wish human genes like DNA would change, evolve into something more suitable to the person's environment. like nerds with powers to control machine, or hack by just using the brain, or form an object by free will(but it's just a copy of the real one). and gangsters having super evil powers... or super speed(on the fact that they always run from the law.lol). i have ideas of wat powers my friends might have.. maybe someday i'll say. well, enough for today. later on i have to go to sch and be there by 10am, go for DE practical, end at 12pm, meet my friends at the lib, go off to my GEMS, participate a 10/10 knockout show at SP..(this one is a skit... thought it'd be fun... hope so)... anyway, i'll be bring the camera... so u guys hope and pray that i take lots of pics and post it here...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8483327514534645153?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8483327514534645153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8483327514534645153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8483327514534645153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8483327514534645153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dream.html' title='i dream'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3813998044275653350</id><published>2007-10-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:36:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah soccer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah lioa... noone wanna buy xbox ah? sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, today... or maybe yesterday lah... had my gems thingy...the investigating social thoughts and behaviour. ahaha. super fun and funny. anyway, i was grouped up with 8ppl.... and that includes dila. so, we were like left as a group for a certain time ah. i confirm got bored, so i started asking for some introduction. we introduced ourself and started making conversations. the funny part was that... one of us.. a girl was an observer. so she was supposed to obverse anything she see in our group. turns out, i was the "outspoken"one... and so called leader...XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soo not me.... i think... or maybe i've become more mature. wow. feels great... oh, wait... thats just the wind. lolz. well, back on track... ard 4.30 like that, some of my classmates said they were gonna play soccer... and literally, they were like whispering and i could hear it so clearly. especially the soccer part. lolz.. anyway, the urge to play again... made me go for it... so do the maths. add the fasting guy with soccer times 6 ppl playing plus hot sun shining minus shade and water. ting, ting, ting!!! ans, ... u got a tired aisa...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky there was an air-conditioned room for me to cool down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaahhhh, now i got blisters on my foot. so well, that's abt it. sooo, anyone wanna buy an XBOX!!!!! $150 only!!! haiz -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3813998044275653350?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3813998044275653350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3813998044275653350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3813998044275653350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3813998044275653350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/wah-soccer.html' title='wah soccer....'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6202053221567683759</id><published>2007-10-01T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:56:06.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sell,seLL,SELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! another post but this is going to be short. ok, anyway i'm doing something i most likely might regret or adore..... ok... here it goes.... wait for it..... be ready..... don't get a heart attack...lol.... ok...&lt;br /&gt;i'm selling my xbox! and i ain't lying. while stock last. zul may be my first bidder.... and the price u say... well, i'm putting it at $150. so, how abt it?... any comments, just tag.... SEE YA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6202053221567683759?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6202053221567683759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6202053221567683759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6202053221567683759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6202053221567683759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/10/sellsellsell.html' title='sell,seLL,SELL'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2025238541762383595</id><published>2007-09-29T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:43:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;due to boredom and having great friends i'm posting this...&lt;br /&gt;for harith and.... muahaha! Nafees...lol&lt;br /&gt;a B'dae present to him. bastard better read. whoops, i mean nafees... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tagged you is)-&lt;br /&gt;harith &amp;amp; nafees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is)-&lt;br /&gt;my good best sec sch friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;friendly, kind-hearted, helpful, caring, supportive&lt;br /&gt;&gt;funny, competitive, cooperative, useful, fun to disturb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)-&lt;br /&gt;for both... playing soccer with them all and halo... (yay harith for being sniper, yay nafees for being just nafees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;spidey swings off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will)-&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)-&lt;br /&gt;no lover... but  i guess imperfection is perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;oh no. i'll say sorry till it irritates him... anyway, he's a good guy. i won't do anything that might upset him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;this guy ah... all i need to do is wait... he'll just come crawling back...lol! no lah... say i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hmm, if i support the green goblin?lol&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lol!!!! TOO MANY REASONS!!!AHAHAHA!!! but the end result... will be frens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wanna play soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wanna play halo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is)-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my spidey&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my harry potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.(how you think people around you will feel about you)-&lt;br /&gt;hmm, he chinese or malay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.(the characteristic you love about yourself is)-&lt;br /&gt;Randomness... HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.(the characteristic you hate about yourself is)-&lt;br /&gt;hmm, dunno leh.. i like all of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.(the most ideal person you want to be is)-&lt;br /&gt;me, myself and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them)-&lt;br /&gt;you are not the only one.lol. okok, i'll say..."thanks for being my freinds and showing me there's more to life than meets the eye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.(pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)-&lt;br /&gt;hmm, mostly it'll be those i'm still in contact with.... and! who is on my links...&lt;br /&gt;soo, no.[1,2,7,8,10,15,18] 7 not enough... sooo no.[32,33,34]... confirm 33 dunno... she rarely come by my blog...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2025238541762383595?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2025238541762383595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2025238541762383595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2025238541762383595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2025238541762383595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2578381866739971239</id><published>2007-09-22T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:20:24.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay school, boo Halo3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, let's stop the story for a while and talk about me... ok... ME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe... sorry, been very,very bored... i mean... ok. after camp... that was superb. then back to batam again for a family vacation. that was better... (psst, i got to go-kart! forgot to tell that... and yea, i did a 360..lol) but seriously... being sick for a painstakingly 2 and a half weeks is getting boring... i feel like a cat hacking on a hairball. almost everyday drinking poison 3 times...(well, they do say chough syrup are poison.... if drank too much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway.. well, i'm typing to just spill out so... first off... NOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfair idiots. Halo3 is coming out and those selfish directors in-charge of the game only releases it for Xbox360. then those Xbox(the original) players who have played Halo 1 and 2 over and over again have to save up their money, buy a Xbox360 and THEN they can finally finish the epic battle in Halo... to some, it's a good cause.(yea, you guys... go BELIEVE you can) for ppl like me, it's not "you are buying the game". more like, "to get this, you must get this and this, and this". if Halo3 cost $69.90, it's not that cost that you have to pay. add in a wholesome 300++(or is it 600?) for the console itself. i mean, they made Xbox... the games... and in a few moments... Xbox360! then the Xbox becomes "just another console" and now EVERYTHING is on the Xbox360. grrr. selfish "want-to-get-rich-fast" scammers... -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least give Xbox a proper burial and let Halo3 be released on it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;humph... schools gonna start again... i'm ecstatic...yay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Master Chief, i am with you.... i shall be your sniper, your fighter~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2578381866739971239?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2578381866739971239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2578381866739971239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2578381866739971239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2578381866739971239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-school-boo-halo3.html' title='yay school, boo Halo3'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6625359339586601879</id><published>2007-09-19T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:54:19.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, lets fly...STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~hehe... wanna noe how to fly?...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~STORY AGAIN!!!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the group of friends rushes to help rescue nad. gliding through the skies, they swooped down so quickly trying to scare the group off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH: take cover! we can't stick close together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: so how you suggest we fly aisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: well.... i'm still thinking! give me a sec!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: better think of how we're going to attack them. cause we only have 3 guys with guns and a girl with a crossbow i doubt see can handle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: say that again! (huda fires at the monsters head) hey, my aimings good you know. so iskandar SHUDDUP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things weren't going well. the monsters had an advantage as they used their hostages as shields. the sun was setting and it would be harder for them to fight the creatures in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: hey! me and zul found a sport center i think... look! they have rock climbing equipments and see, i got a bow! found an archery room nearby too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: great! i got an idea! give me the longest rope you have. nafees, take this end of the rope and secure it to the ground. is, come with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: what are you trying to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: the rest of you, keep it busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shots after shots, endless struggle and constant running...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq: hey, i'm running out of ammo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: don't worry, we're done. guys! try and lead it through this juction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees:but we'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq:(changes from semi-auto to auto) eat this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: this way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of them ran towards the juntion. the monster, looking annoyed followed suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH: woah! what the hell is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: it's a trap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: more like a mess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;literally like a mess, the whole junction had ropes hanging up,down,side,center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq: hope it works! come on! RUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucess. the stupid beast got tangled up in the so called web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: quick! now! attack! it's on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like a swarm. they clinged on the creature. stabbing and slashing it. and at the same time, they tried to help nad out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: i got her out! i got nad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: oh no!, it's gonna fly again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: no it won't! nafees tied the rope to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees:umm, about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: AAAAHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, all of them were truly flying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ok, stop... my headache is getting worse...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6625359339586601879?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6625359339586601879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6625359339586601879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6625359339586601879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6625359339586601879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-lets-flystory.html' title='oh, lets fly...STORY'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2762585614244721718</id><published>2007-09-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:56:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~let's continue~ u noe what.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...hours later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: i'm in my happy place, i'm in my happy place, i'm in my happy place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: nafees? that you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: huh? huda? HUDA! HELP ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: haha! that's what i'm here for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mins later, huda had lowered down ropes they had found into the shaft. and within seconds, nafees had climbed himself out and snatched the food that huda was holding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: knew you were hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: yea, thanks alot. so where are they? they left me down there like FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: they're at 7-11. come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both headed towards the minimart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the meantime, in 7-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:i think we need to make a move. somewhere more secluded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: yea, i mean. the place looks abandoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH: actually it's not deserted. people are hiding. we're not out in the streets for a reason you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: so what you're saying is that those monsters are here. and there's a lot of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq:well, why hide inside? won't it just come in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the door creaks open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: no, these are different monsters. they fly. they prefer the sky rather than the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: hey! you're bac.. ACK!!! ACK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees frantically strangles aisa. the rest just looks on... puzzled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: you left me down there alone while you're up here EATING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:(loosens nafees's grip) haha! couldn't be helped. i was hungry. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees:( letting go of aisa) well... is there any food left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: haha! yeah, next to prabu. he's not eating much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq: anyway, you said they fly. so where are they now. the sky seemed calmed since just now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: how the hell do i know? you think i'm some kind of monster dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: well, maybe it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as harith said that, a loud scream echoed throughout the jungle of concrete. rushing out, we saw winged creatures, as big as a toyota, swooping throught he air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;py:there! look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure enough,we saw two girls. hanging on to the claws of the giant so called birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: that's nad! jq,py, prabu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jq:(loading his weapon) way ahead of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: wait! what are you gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:(grins) we gonna fly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~woot! let's stop here... my brains overloading....~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2762585614244721718?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2762585614244721718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2762585614244721718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2762585614244721718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2762585614244721718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-continue-u-noe-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-5781338910444303217</id><published>2007-09-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:59:00.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYL camp!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm back!!!!yeah! my camp was great. a 4 days, 3 nights camp at batam was wat i needed. too bad i missed the moon thingy... anyway... one the first day... we all went to tanah merah ferry terminal. departed for batam and headed straight to turi beach resort. yea, the first thing they gave was a halia drink... oklah. then, TO OUR ROOMS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. i shared a room with this guy, taufik... some ppl had to share with 3 ppl.lol, 2 ppl had to sleep together.haha! anyway, we unpacked, heaed for lunch(buffet) and for our first activity. split into 6 groups, 2 grps together... i was in grp A2. so the A's went river rafting! my team was like, "pull that!, is that secure?, ahh! sand!" haha. and when we sailed off, we reached halfway towards the bouy,( we were supposed to reach the buoy on the raft and turn back) our raft broke apart. mnd you, the A1's raft broke apart first. haha! but being my grp, we swam with our sinking raft! lol! when the other grp surrendered and was taken back to shore, my grp hijacked theirs and, well... it sank too...lol! fast-forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next day, we got ready, ate and went for our high ropes! yay! i was first and the guys were like.." aisa! test the ropes for us ok?! HAHA!!" anyway, my supports were the lecturers.haha. went it came to the flying fox, both lecturers were flung backwards as they tried to stop me! lol. fast-forward again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next day... was TREKKING!!! it was the best, nearly got lost but was great. the scenery was awesome, and i came back scarless. lol! crossing a swamp, climbing steep hills and all. shoik! fast-forward!&lt;br /&gt;last day, went to the orphanage and played games with them, it was an uplifting moment. it made me happy seeing those happy faces. well, after that we went to megamall and bought DONUTS!!! haha. well, what else were we supposed to do? the girls left us for the salon, might as well we ate donuts and drank coffee? lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway a few pics... in sequence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2MFeOsRoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fp_6J-OOfgs/s1600-h/P1020218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106391578149930626" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bXuOsR3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_f3mf2aeTEA/s200/P1020426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYOOsR4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/btmbqRjRJ7w/s1600-h/P1020439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408392946894722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYOOsR4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/btmbqRjRJ7w/s200/P1020439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYeOsR5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/nbMGVGIXbM4/s1600-h/P1020444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408397241862034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYeOsR5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/nbMGVGIXbM4/s200/P1020444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYuOsR6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hT2nxNZyOEg/s1600-h/P1020458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408401536829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bYuOsR6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hT2nxNZyOEg/s200/P1020458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bauOsR7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dA2zzsMcco0/s1600-h/P1020459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408435896567730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2bauOsR7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dA2zzsMcco0/s200/P1020459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the last pic...( the lecturer's sleeping lol!) anyway, for a video of the camp i went, go to youtube,  search "GYL camp 07"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;till next time, see ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(btw, in the video, there's a part showing the raft thing... well, the one standing on the raft is me! =)...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-5781338910444303217?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5781338910444303217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=5781338910444303217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5781338910444303217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5781338910444303217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/09/gyl-camp.html' title='GYL camp!!!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rt2MFeOsRoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fp_6J-OOfgs/s72-c/P1020218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8742638453182070898</id><published>2007-08-20T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:29:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plots after plots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;man am i mad. creating stories in the middle of my exams. that is so not me. but, i'm having fun, so... why stop here? haha. let's continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blood stained the floors, yet no signs of bodies or corpses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: you think it's their blood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: hey! the rest aren't dead yet. come on, let's search around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 8 of us searched the area. trying to find an hope of life. was not long before someone found something. rather it was the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: urgh. the smells. i'm gonna hur..ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: nafees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all came to his aid. and was horrified at first sight. a large, almost the size of the train, slimey beast lay before us. it's mouth as large as house door, it hands as long as a zul's spear. and it was swollowing nafees whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: damn, this beast is more hungry than you, aisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all lunged forward.both it's hands were pinned down by zul and harith. aisa, clamped it's mouth trying to prevent it from swollowing any of us.. is, doing his best trying to slice it into half. and prabu, jq and py shooting it's brains out. fire after fire, slashes after slashes. the beast was dead. but we couldn't get to nafees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: is nafees... dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....: urgh! uumm!mm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:wait, no his still alive! inside.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: we got to get him out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as so we did, we opened the mouth as wide as we could and tried our best to pull nafees out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: you got to crawl out! come on! you can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa; that's it! come on! i can see your hands! someone, grab hold of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa reached in and grabbed his campanion's hand. with a hard tug, out came nafees, all slimey and wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: thanks. aw man, i feel sticky. it's worst than being hugged by aisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:... i take that as a compliment... i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: i think it's best we keep on going. maybe they're outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking it was our best option, we headed our way out. and thinking we wouldn't face any bad luck, it showed it's ugly face again. halfway, out the station nafees once again was struck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: ARGH! not again...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prabu: oh no! nafees! it's the same beast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: no it's not. it's the partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as we all rushed back, we saw both of them collide with the elevator door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: argh! i have enough of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at those last words, the doors gave way, and nafees together with the beast fell threw it into the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: you wanna eat! EAT MY FREAK'IN BLADES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's words echoed through the station. and at the very moment, the sound of flesh crashing into metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: are you alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: man, must be his bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: guys? get me out of here please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: haha! he's still alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: hey, we wish we could. but we got nothing to pull you up with. no ropes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: hey, we'll come back and get some help ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: yeah! stay put! don't go anywhere! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: harhar, very funny. what am i suppose to do in the mean time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: how bout you practice your fighting on the dead beast. that way, you won't be attacked so much. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: -_-"... __&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as, we left nafees to care for himself, we headed on outside. much to our dismay, the road was deserted. saddened, went on to find something long to help nafees out. but the noise our stomach made were to loud for us to think straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: i'm soo hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: you're always hungry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: no he's right. we all are hungry. even you boss. your stomachs rumbling the loudest. i can hear it from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prabu: well, there's a 7-11 nearby. look! there it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~secs later~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: WooHoo! food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: *munch,munch! slurp, slurp! Burp!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: ^_^.... wait, i hear something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: man, when you hear something, it's always bad. guys get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure enough, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside. creeping away from the door and out of sight, we lay low but with weopons ready to attack. the door creaked opened, it was now or never. we were ready, so we pounced first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: ARGHHHhhhhhuuuuda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stopping suddenly, we crashed into what seems to be, huda and some other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: huda? eh, JH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH: Wah! so happy! so good to see you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huda: me too. but GET OFF ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa,zul,is,harith: oh, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{let's stop at a happy note. ^_^. as promised, huda's in the pic. and well, let's forget about nafees for now... :D...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8742638453182070898?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8742638453182070898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8742638453182070898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8742638453182070898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8742638453182070898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/plots-after-plots.html' title='plots after plots'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1976516988455273794</id><published>2007-08-17T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:22:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ride of no return.(story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wee!! i'm bored, and you noe what that means... +_+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROAR!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa:crap, no time to joke around. now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: look a motorcycle! come, on. let's go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: you expect 5 of us to ride on a motorcylce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: wait, that's a great idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: it is?... oh, it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: -_-"... look, we can't risk being in the same vehicle. if we're caught. we all die. riding seperately, we have a higher chance of surviving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: aisa's right, but i'm injured. i don't think i can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: you can ride with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: you sure you guys can ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking our bikes, we struggled to get it started and move forward. the roaring became even louder every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VROOOOM! four bikes, five people. we raced down the streets like wild hogs. there was no time to turn back. just forward. we had to get away. and our only safe place is where everyone were supposably heading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: this is creepy. we've already reached bedok. and we're not even being attacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: hey, maybe we're too fast. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: no, is is correct. this don't feel right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: shaddup! you're making me nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: guys, turn back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all: the brakes! the brakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCREECH!!! a whole group of them, about 10 at most. all waiting up infront of us. we got ready, took out our only defence. and held our ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: you guys ready... i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: we can take em....i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: no turning back. here they came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: ****, i'm ready for this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they charged first. we stayed. we couldn't move. it's different now. there's no element of suprise. it's a battle. we were almost done for. then, a bang. our senses came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: what was that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: hey, look. they're retreating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: we won? WooHoo! we won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: no.. it's changing prey. they're heading there? who's over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: look!( with excitement) it's the guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;true enough boss, py and prabu we there on a ledge. and they had weapons of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: man, i need those guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: wrong. we need to help them first. then we take their guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: just make sure they don't shoot us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we rushed in after them. and we fought like hell. slashes here. stabbing there. this was the way we fought, with the element of suprise. it wasn't long before they all died. most of the beast we killed already had holes through their head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: man, it's so go to see you guys! where'd you get those things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: it's my secret stash of weapon in my room. ^_^... ok, we found an army truck with weapons alreay in it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: woah, any weapons for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;py: sorry no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: aisa! what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he looks back to see aisa searching around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: mace ain't affective.... but a double sword is... yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: haha! my sword's still better than yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prabu:( ignoring aisa &amp;amp; nafees quarrelling) zul, who died?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prabu: well,( looking at the spade zul was holding) who did you bury?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul:(looks at his spade) hey! i'm not a gravedigger. this is my weapon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prabu: oh good. i thought one of us died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul *grumbling* i'm go change my weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: hey, you guys heading towards city hall MRT station right? got a ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: yea, we have the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul:(picks up the nearest weapon. a spear) the train?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: yeah, it was abandoned. thought it be a good use of transport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: well, what are we waiting for? lets go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least at peace knowing that our friends were still alive. we walked towards the train station. sure enough, boss knew how to operate the train. and it was a smooth journey all the way. but it didn't turn so smooth when we reached city hall. the glass panels were stained with blood. the smell of it was unbearable even before the train doors opened. it was like a blood bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: what the hell happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( 0.O!!! i'll stop here as there's so many ways to continue the story from this part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1976516988455273794?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1976516988455273794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1976516988455273794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1976516988455273794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1976516988455273794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/ride-of-no-returnstory.html' title='ride of no return.(story)'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6769927095768140406</id><published>2007-08-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:54:30.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! story time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, i'm going to continue the story. well, because i'm bored and.... is thinks i'm ****ed up... ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: RUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: you don't have to tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we scurried throught the thick dense forest hoping to lose track of the beast. turning left and right, over bushes and pass trees, we ran for dear life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: what happened to iskandar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: i dunno, let's hope his alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: AAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees:no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul tripped and fell and soon was swooped up off the ground. nafees went after zul towards the direction he was thrown to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: dammit! harith, over here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we stopped to hide in a clump of bushes. looking around, we searched frantically for something to defend us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: here. we can use this wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith passed me a thick long wood. he held his and we stood our ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: how many do you think there are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: i dunno. i think one. if there were alot, we'd be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: yeah, you're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: somethings coming our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: get ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure enough, the rustling of the leaves could be heard distinctively. from where we were hiding, we lunged towards the beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa,harith: ARGH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we swung for the head again and again. we showed no mercy till it lay motionless on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there, we just stood there staring at the lifeless body. it felt like a horror movie. not human, not even an animal that human eyes have seen before. we just stared. next to it though lay a weapon. a mace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: i think this will do more damage. let's go find the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dived back into the opposite direction hoping to find any sign of the rest of the guys. luck was with us. from a distance, we heard a roar and someone shouting. an intense battle was going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: let's go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;running towards the direction, we came to see a clearing in the middle of the forest. there, lay two dead bodies of those beast. standing a few distance away was iskandar. he was soaked in red. his clothes torn, his arm looking badly injured. but it still had strength to wield a battle axe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: woah, where'd you get that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: you ok? you looked hurt? and what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: die you ********.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: damn, you did all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: yeah, it was hard. argh...ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is staggered to the nearest tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: my ribs. it's hurt. it threw me towards a tree. i think i broke a rib. ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: i see your ribs hurt. how bout you arm? it's bleeding you know. or you too busy being rambo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: har har -_-"... hey, where's the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith who walked towards one of the beast picking up it's weapon, a sickle turned back to is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: we got seperated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: yeah, we have to find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and without hesitating, we continued our searched. is, slowed us down abit, being injured and all. but it wasn't a problem. at least we got something to defend us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we scanned every inch of the forest. finding any clue that would lead us to them. then, it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alarmed, we went to harith's aid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;???: harith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: who's there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: aisa? it's me. nafees. man, you guys still alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: you don't sound happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees:-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: what happened? what'd you do to harith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: oh, sorry. i kinda kicked him. thought he was one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: great, now we have 2 injured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: make that 3. zul's been stabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: how did that happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as nafees told us the story, we headed towards a hut which nafees had found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: so where's the sword? don't tell me you threw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: no, it's... well, with zul. here, i'll show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as nafees opened the door, we saw a dark figure sitting at the corner with a gleaming shine through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: the sword's still there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: yeah, he says it hurts when i tried to pull it out. lucky he's still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: well, that's nonsense. is, help me out. cover his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: hey what are you do..urgmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is cover zul's mouth with zul's hat. clenching on the handle of the sword, looking at zul's fearful eyes, i yanked the sword out of his body. a muffled noise followed and the next thing we knew, the sword was out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: there, wasn't that easy? so any medical equipments around? come on, the guy's bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throwing his hat aside, zul went to cover his wounds. nafees who found a first-aid box on the shelf passed it to harith who went to cover up zul's wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul:try having a sword thrust into you! then you'll know how it feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: come on lah. better than having a sword as part of you for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took our time to wound the wounded and get back our energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: man, i definately lost alot of weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: haha... hey, we should be near a street or maybe some clear surroundings right? i mean, there can't be a hut in the middle of the forest you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: you know, i didn't bother to check?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: i think it's best if we go off fast when we're ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: yeah. it can be dangerous just staying at the same spot too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: you don't need to tell me twice. i have enough of suprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: well, too bad. here's another one. we gotta get out fast. looks like we're having a forest fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure enough, red lights shine brightly outside our hut. the heat was intense. it definately wasn't a normal fire. we took anything that was necessary in the hut and rushed on out. the flames were spreading fast. we had to get out fast or we'll die of either being burned alive or choked to death by the smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: i see a clearing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we raced out of the forest and not soon enough, we were welcomed by the sight of... cars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: what the hell? we're at a carpark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: anyone wanna drive? ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{ok, i think that's enough for today. is, hope you like it. and thank goodness zul don't have internet connection :P}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6769927095768140406?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6769927095768140406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6769927095768140406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6769927095768140406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6769927095768140406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-story-time.html' title='yay! story time'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2217488792620969202</id><published>2007-08-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:26:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morals and values</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;morals and values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that'll be my topic for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as so to tell, that i follow none,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but only those i choose most worthy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morals most unheard of, or most popular with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;values of those fit me, and is crucial in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, what the hell. whatever lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just bored. got nothing to do. feel like going out or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better yet, i feel like babbling for awhile. i mean, as if anyone listens to me. might as well make this blog of mine listen to me. right about now, i feeling like making a story... yeah, that sounds great. let whatever things pop out of my head be in the story.... well then, let it begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: this is great... -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: says you. who's great idea was it to climb the wall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: hey! don't look at me! i wanted the safe route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: yeah, yeah. all my fault... how bout we just stay low. i don't think they can see us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa,nafees,zul: they better not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: or else, we'll leave them to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: hey guys, we found a way around. it looks safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: ya,... o_o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: the rest are waiting over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a slow peek outside, we headed towards the new route they found. it was hard to get there but we made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: so any news about the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH, izwan and wan who were look-outs turned to zul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH: no. i think they went far or maybe underground. man, i knew we shouldn't split up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: we had no choice. they were after us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: so where do we head to anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wan: well, it's safe at the city there. that's what i heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: you sure? maybe those things are waiting for us there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: umm, guys. let's start moving now. they're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;horror filled those once lost faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: THIS WAY! LET'S GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith was pointing into a hollow pipe. inside was the rest of the guys at the bottom. it looked like a passage, but there was no time to think. we all just jumped in. not long afterwards, we were running for our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boss: let's split up again! we have a better chance of surviving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: yeah, prabu looks tired too. i don't think he can run much longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: ok, i agree! let's meet up at the train station at city hall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the guys spread out in all directions while the girls climbed down the man-hole. luckly, they went after us rather than the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: so any plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: nope! u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul,is: don't look at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: there! there's a park there! let's hide in the forest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: looks like our only choice. come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huffing and puffing, we dived into the greenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is: hey, stay low...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: &gt;_&lt;... damn, my legs hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: let's go deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bushes rustling as we crawled forward. it seemed like hours as we just stayed there lying, waiting for darkness to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is:ZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa: man, i'm hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harith: sorry, just finished my sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: guys...T-T... did you hear that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees: maybe it's aisa's stomach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zul: no... that noise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the same instant, iskandar was lifted off the ground and thrown aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aisa,zul,nafees,harith: AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{later i continue... ^_^...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2217488792620969202?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2217488792620969202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2217488792620969202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2217488792620969202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2217488792620969202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/morals-and-values.html' title='morals and values'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8387394524799093027</id><published>2007-08-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:06:41.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;man, exams aren't around the corner. it's more like "infront of your face!". haiz, i'm mugging like hell for a few mins and already my brain cells are giving up on me. damn it, i should have listened more. but what to do,.... shit man. 4 exams... that's all i need to get pass for the next 3 weeks. DE, PEEE, CALCULUS 1 and Engineering Maths. oh, shit. i wanna relax.... oh fuck you you bitches and assholes out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8387394524799093027?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8387394524799093027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8387394524799093027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8387394524799093027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8387394524799093027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/sianz.html' title='sianz'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6974201171189148550</id><published>2007-08-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:42:24.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i know i haven't been much of a blogger these days. but at least i try to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, sorry bout the previous post. haha i know it was misleading, but i was bored. mind you, my ipod really was about to spoil. since the last i posted, lots has happened, but i ain't going to say it all out. i've so far watched at least 5 movies in less than 2 months. wow. been really, REALLY studying hard..... ok, maybe i exagerated abit... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and well, i kinda notice i'm getting fat-ter. hehe. gotta lose those weight. a tribute to all, and because i'm a photographer..... here's a few pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so kawaii cat!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rq9l2BUb_JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w2m7qPNfROY/s1600-h/Aisatic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401682320817298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rq9l2BUb_JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w2m7qPNfROY/s320/Aisatic002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aahh, my class of misfits and mayhem... no wonder the lecturer avoids us.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rq9l2RUb_KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QMT-PogzVzc/s1600-h/Aisatic019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401686615784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rq9l2RUb_KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QMT-PogzVzc/s320/Aisatic019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6974201171189148550?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6974201171189148550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6974201171189148550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6974201171189148550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6974201171189148550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rq9l2BUb_JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w2m7qPNfROY/s72-c/Aisatic002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1729162305229863399</id><published>2007-07-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:37:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoiler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;o.O!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so sad when u left me like that. i wanted it to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried the best i could to get u back. but it was a total bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reasoning and comfort from my friends weren't enough. as i still had hope that you'll come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't know why u did this to me. what have i ever done to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all that i gave you. everything new and comfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all you gave me was a blank screen. all i wanted was an expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, that i've got u back. i feel relieved and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing what i've being through to get you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't die on me again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~in memories for my~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ipod nano~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1729162305229863399?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1729162305229863399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1729162305229863399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1729162305229863399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1729162305229863399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/spoiler.html' title='spoiler'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-8053751782795804311</id><published>2007-07-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:22:06.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;woah, been so long since i post. dunno why but just felt like it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! it's like 2am in the morning right now. yeah,yeah, i know i should be sleeping, but hey, what can i say. i'm nocturnal. well, as i think i've said before... i'd tell my FIRST poly test result. yeah. haha. well, technically it wasn't that good. it wasn't that bad either too. but still, it's a passing mark. so overall i have a 82%, a 51%, a 53%, an A, a 67.5% and that's abt it. hehe. ain't gonna tell ya which marks belongs to which subject. hehe. well, yesterday... or maybe two days ago, it was poly50. and yippee! i was assigned to take some pics! later i might post k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway's apart from rushing to poly every hour earlier than the rest, it's been good. though, now the aisa daydreams more, AND play some... ok... alot of computer games. he's some what still the same average aisa he used to be... except... chubbier...(need to lose some pounds ah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiz, things change. well, the next time i see my sec sch frens, hopefully you guys remember me. that'll be around teachers day... if i can make it hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, a random pics... here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha! my personal tutor and me taking a photo of each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv6yqw1YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/brlZJnvDcDc/s1600-h/P1020174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086375884985783682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv6yqw1YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/brlZJnvDcDc/s320/P1020174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooo... my chairman... oh wait... chairwoman for photography :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv7iqw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y01ZvwbIpeM/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086375897870685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv7iqw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y01ZvwbIpeM/s320/P1020089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aaaaa... this guy's a runner during poly50... he's also the guy who crashed into me while i was taking his pic... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv8Cqw1aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pxyfjFRmSrA/s1600-h/P1020119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086375906460620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv8Cqw1aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pxyfjFRmSrA/s320/P1020119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's abt it... haha. till next time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-8053751782795804311?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8053751782795804311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=8053751782795804311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8053751782795804311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/8053751782795804311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time-coming.html' title='long time coming'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RpZv6yqw1YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/brlZJnvDcDc/s72-c/P1020174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2081127240883368622</id><published>2007-06-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:53:44.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i kidding</title><content type='html'>look. it's not easy. it's too difficult for me. and i can't stand it. each time i try to forget, it find ways to crawl back in again. how am i suppose to think when my brains not concentrating. i'm drifting away, into such fantasies no one can imagine. so realistic, it's as if you can feel it. so detailed, that it's too good to be true. and as my mind enjoys, my body suffers. what is a man without his mind and body in place. how can i seperate this from that. fact from fiction. it's wrong. the brain can't do such wonders. being more than you can be. soon, you'll lose sight of life. it's like a drug. you can't stop not having it. but you know you have to stop. how can you control if you can't control yourself. i know how it all works. but i can't get to it. and even if i do, i'd forgot what was the purpose again. oh so cruel the world can be. a fight best fought is between yourself. just the beginning. but there's no end to it. it's pumping and thumping. how much can it contain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2081127240883368622?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2081127240883368622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2081127240883368622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2081127240883368622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2081127240883368622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-am-i-kidding.html' title='who am i kidding'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6984858784313594327</id><published>2007-06-14T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:52:00.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yipee! love it. it was great yesterday. right after extra class, the guys and i head on to Moberly to play pool! boo... i lost but still wasn't that bad... haha jeremiah! i wanna rematch!! you pay ok!&lt;br /&gt;haha! the class wasn't that much. out of 21 ppl, only 5 came for the class. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! that day, i brought my camera so here's some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDcEM3evfI/AAAAAAAAADY/1RXsgLSXD1M/s1600-h/P1020044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798744778063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDcEM3evfI/AAAAAAAAADY/1RXsgLSXD1M/s320/P1020044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDcEc3evgI/AAAAAAAAADg/7FsZ12Ddpi8/s1600-h/P1020042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798749073030658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDcEc3evgI/AAAAAAAAADg/7FsZ12Ddpi8/s320/P1020042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDbcs3evdI/AAAAAAAAADI/xRPZZ10lpBk/s1600-h/P1020046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798066173230546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDbcs3evdI/AAAAAAAAADI/xRPZZ10lpBk/s320/P1020046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDbc83eveI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yFX_3XGgPbU/s1600-h/P1020045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798070468197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDbc83eveI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yFX_3XGgPbU/s320/P1020045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, afterwards went back to tampines to meet the guys play soccer. at first, only JH, prabu, harith and me were there first. then nafees and iskandar... finally everyone came and we started at 5pm like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JH, LQ, JQ, prabu, dino, PY, isaac, mark and me in one group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nafees, zul, CY, vitesh, kelvin, iskandar, harith, samuel in another.&lt;br /&gt;the first half was great, the second seemed sloppy...(maybe cause everyone was tired already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway the score was 7:3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone played great. a good challenge giving a great game for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, my eyes was on the ball most of the times so i'll summarize everyone's performance... great, awesome, FUN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha! ok, here's a few pics. this were during the breaks cause who takes pics while playing soccer? ahaha! oh and sorry harith about the collision...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwU83evhI/AAAAAAAAADo/G2Q9EPWzxvo/s1600-h/P1020050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821022773427730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwU83evhI/AAAAAAAAADo/G2Q9EPWzxvo/s320/P1020050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwVc3eviI/AAAAAAAAADw/0TeR94H6gN0/s1600-h/P1020052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821031363362338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwVc3eviI/AAAAAAAAADw/0TeR94H6gN0/s320/P1020052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwV83evjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-ncCCXziSXo/s1600-h/P1020056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821039953296946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwV83evjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-ncCCXziSXo/s320/P1020056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwWM3evkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eXBnPBhc7rk/s1600-h/P1020060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821044248264258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwWM3evkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eXBnPBhc7rk/s320/P1020060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwWc3evlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/72G4Tvh4hcM/s1600-h/P1020066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075821048543231570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDwWc3evlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/72G4Tvh4hcM/s320/P1020066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6984858784313594327?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6984858784313594327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6984858784313594327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6984858784313594327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6984858784313594327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/yipee-love-it.html' title='soccer!!!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RnDcEM3evfI/AAAAAAAAADY/1RXsgLSXD1M/s72-c/P1020044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3469899747087600255</id><published>2007-06-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:35:28.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really has been a long time since i posted. somehow enjoyment has turned into despair. exams are nearing and i'm still fooling off. i'm tired, i'm sleepy and i need to learn or else i'll fail. so far, i just realised how to do complex numbers right AFTER the test... i still have lots to do. hopefully i spend my 2 weeks holidays wisely. oh man, i feel like just shutting down. waking up for SP is somewhat much more earlier than school life. more over, the MRT hasn't been that merciful. seeing that there's a starting trend of people being killed by trains, there's still stubborness in people as they stand soo close to the tracks as the train passes by. well, playful as i can be, you guys have no idea how playful my classmates of 21 are. gamers here, sport fanatic there, friendliness and food junky everywhere. but damn do i need to lose weight. well, here's a few pics i took during my time away from blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my friends and i at vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwnRc3evbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u_jlWNjT9G4/s1600-h/P1010901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074474060899859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwnRc3evbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u_jlWNjT9G4/s320/P1010901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wee! toy'r'us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwnR83evcI/AAAAAAAAADA/9lNJAFjAoAY/s1600-h/P1010882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074474069489794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwnR83evcI/AAAAAAAAADA/9lNJAFjAoAY/s320/P1010882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wth iskandar... ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwlcM3evWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ezM317v88NM/s1600-h/P1020002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074472046560197986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwlcM3evWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ezM317v88NM/s320/P1020002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; act mat kool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwlcc3evXI/AAAAAAAAACY/gO535AP5pTc/s1600-h/P1020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074472050855165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwlcc3evXI/AAAAAAAAACY/gO535AP5pTc/s320/P1020006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plushies came alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwldM3evYI/AAAAAAAAACg/YmEbY2jf6-I/s1600-h/P1020009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074472063740067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwldM3evYI/AAAAAAAAACg/YmEbY2jf6-I/s320/P1020009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; minus and plusus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwldc3evZI/AAAAAAAAACo/h13UDL8EsjQ/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074472068035034514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwldc3evZI/AAAAAAAAACo/h13UDL8EsjQ/s320/P1020010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think we got lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwlds3evaI/AAAAAAAAACw/bq2TeVh4YHg/s1600-h/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074472072330001826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rmwlds3evaI/AAAAAAAAACw/bq2TeVh4YHg/s320/P1010881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll try to post more often. anyway, i'm playing GE FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/27404679-3469899747087600255?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3469899747087600255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3469899747087600255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3469899747087600255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3469899747087600255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-coming.html' title='long time coming'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RmwnRc3evbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u_jlWNjT9G4/s72-c/P1010901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2566727861041502312</id><published>2007-05-23T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:39:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e-learning week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;man, i should be at home relaxing since it's e-learning week. but noo, i had to go to SP again to do the work left out by the lecturers by next week...  been quite busy lately... wait. let me rephrase,.. been alot hectic this days. not to mention studying AND playing at the same time. i somehow find my class to be quite tech-savvy. not once in SP had i played soccer or start running around like P.E.(unless of course if it's archery session) oh, and i'm starting to get the idea that.... quite a few no. of my classmates kinda act like me in sec sch. just imagine 5 or more aisa's in one class altogether. it's gonna be one heck of a playground. anyway back to this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been coming to school almost everyday. and really, really tired about it. i'm hoping to NOT come this fri. and on thurs, i have to "go out".... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of the 7 modules i have, 1 of the module's hw has been completed, 1/2 done for another and 2/3 done for the other part. and i have 5 more days to go. plus, on saturday i've got a movie to "sail on" to. hopefully the movie's not gonna suck till i get "seasick".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, just hope i get to post another post once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2566727861041502312?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-83579576573012853</id><published>2007-05-08T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:52:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! paiseh. i got the pics of Sp photography orientation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~enjoy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061890594942387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj9yrVNuhAI/AAAAAAAAABo/IMOf74clpQE/s320/hamster2+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i wasn't fond of getting wet at first... but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061891063093822482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj9zGlNuhBI/AAAAAAAAABw/PsmYOmTng9o/s320/showdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...getting to know each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj9zlFNuhCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1mXcUlSMLrQ/s1600-h/watermelon!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061891587079832610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj9zlFNuhCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1mXcUlSMLrQ/s320/watermelon!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the challenge was to eat the watermelon as a group the fastest... it seems i took the largest piece and ate it by myself... XD i look like a hungry bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj90dFNuhDI/AAAAAAAAACA/3NlU2ivJKRk/s1600-h/grp+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061892549152506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj90dFNuhDI/AAAAAAAAACA/3NlU2ivJKRk/s320/grp+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj90dFNuhEI/AAAAAAAAACI/UA_FiZSmDCI/s1600-h/grp+photos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061892549152506946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj90dFNuhEI/AAAAAAAAACI/UA_FiZSmDCI/s320/grp+photos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh, last but not least. the group photos. the top pic shows me half-submerged. and the second shows me making a smiley face. can you see the smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-83579576573012853?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/83579576573012853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=83579576573012853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/83579576573012853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/83579576573012853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/pics.html' title='PICS!!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/Rj9yrVNuhAI/AAAAAAAAABo/IMOf74clpQE/s72-c/hamster2+jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-4230808820043008089</id><published>2007-05-08T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:24:09.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP CCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;man, been quite a while huh. anyway, the past few days has been hectic.... but in a good way. i'm enjoying myself in SP, though i do miss ex-eastviewans. some things different when in SP and in EVSS is that in EVSS, almost every step you take, even before you enter the school compound, there's always a friend or two nearby who you can chat with during school and on the way back. in SP... you just sit silently in the mrt for more than an hour to get to SP and back. entering the compound, you'd hope there'll be a familiar face somewhere around you whom you can talk to as you walk to you destination rather than walking around as if your on a "no man's land"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well enough of comparision. let's talk abt saturday. HAHAHA! seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, last saturday was the first time i used AND fired an arrow during archery. plus! it was also the first time i ate a whole watermelon by myself, played the most halarious rock,paper,siccors game , got soaked in sea water after so many years not dipping into the sea water and (definately gonna get alot of comments...-_-") first time carrying a girl my age this year...(THIS ALL WAS PART OF THE GAMES PLAYED during photography club) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from 8.30 to 12, i had archery. we learned how to fix the bow and shoot the arrows. (my arrows kept going right for some reason..) and then... went to sentosa the tanjong beach i think to meet up with the fellow Sp photographers. played loads of games and got myself soaking wet with sand in my hair...(was trying to do a headstand on the beach when high tide came.... you can guess what happened next... *SPLASH*) oh man, i wish i can go for another outing again. oh, and if the photography club passes me some of the photos, i'll post it here... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-4230808820043008089?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4230808820043008089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=4230808820043008089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4230808820043008089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/4230808820043008089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/sp-cca.html' title='SP CCA'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-7499119633967623803</id><published>2007-05-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:00:44.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn, i really should start picking myself up together again. i shouldn't be wasting time. damn. anyway, been playing games so much, i finally have time to think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's quite random, but it seems i rarely get to meet anyone i know more than a year in SP. whereas in TP i hear, every corner you turn they'll be two or more familiar faces. i'm not complaining,... just stating the facts. oh, and i realised another thing too.... my bag weighs either around 7kg or 11kg... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh,... not much to talk about. just some things that seems to happen everytime. today nafees, zul, harith, prabu, py, cy and wee teck came over my hse. all i have to say for this is that i need to knock some sense into nafees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, now that's all done... a statement i'd like to say that's been in my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~knowing someone will die someday, makes everyone want to live everyday~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(-,-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-7499119633967623803?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7499119633967623803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=7499119633967623803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7499119633967623803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/7499119633967623803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/05/games.html' title='games....'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3888372775411629165</id><published>2007-04-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T01:01:58.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;somethings different now... i still feel like i'm going to school. i still feel like i'm learning new things. i still feel that time is controling me. and i definetly feel that i'm still a slacker. so what's missing? maybe, not much of my old buddies are with me anymore. yeah i'm still the same aisa,... who makes friends and jokes around. but, it feels like somethings missing. no offence to my new buddies, you guys are awesome! but i somewhat miss i old buddies. i mean, for the past few days, i've been seeing new face everytime. it's not like there's alot of east viewans in SP. old a minority... ok, maybe not. just less than 10 i suppose. and it's not like i see then often. most of the time it's out of the blue you'll get to see them. and it's not like we can stick to a certain conversation and talk for hours. they have their friends and they stick to their clan. maybe it's me. just feel that.... i don't even know how to put it in words... just forget it. maybe the endless train rides alone has been bugging me to think that i'm feeling abit lonely. but who cares... i've been alone for as long as i can remember. anyway, it's not as if anyone's gonna come to this blog and read my post. heck, i bet my blog's just a drive-thru... a PIE more like it... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so whatever bullshit and crap i type in this mindless rants will have no effect to those f**king a**holes passing by my blog.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3888372775411629165?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3888372775411629165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3888372775411629165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3888372775411629165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3888372775411629165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/ponder.html' title='ponder'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-372541987196974127</id><published>2007-04-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:29:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun... and knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey ppl! try this PLSSSSS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it'll be up here for a week or 2... ok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new post will be shown below this test!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/256134"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/256134/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-372541987196974127?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/372541987196974127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=372541987196974127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/372541987196974127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/372541987196974127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-fun-and-knowledge.html' title='for fun... and knowledge'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3931721117786117304</id><published>2007-04-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:28:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old memories meet up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was like "go, come back, done"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, seriously. i went off at 8:40am to reach SP at 9:50am. started lesson at 10. goofed around in msn messenger (the lecture was kinda boring...) and ended at 11:30am. that's like 90mins, and we can now go back home... -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i took this opportunity to meet up with the rest of the guys. called nafees and zul... made some arrangements. and we met up at gufran. zul, as usual wore the same clothes i seem to see him wear almost everytime. he seems to like his sch now. good for him. nafees, harith and iskandar came soon after. wish i tooked a pic of them... cause they looked like the 3 purple barneys. hahaha!!! catch up with each other. laughed a little, told some stories. and prayed. the 3 barneys had to be back at TP by 2:30pm so we said our goodbyes. then, me and zul went to macdonalds at Tampines mall, and well, talked. nothing much. just some stuff like how's the school and how's things lately. you know... no need explaining. well, now it seems everyone has made friends quite fast. today, my grandmother and great grandmother is gonna sleep over. so i have to be well-behaved. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far, i'm starting to remember everyone's name. hopefully, i don't mess up like just now in the morning again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~mondays are officially the most tiring day of all... 8:30 to 8:30~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~fridays i like cause i can go meet up with the rest of the guys~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3931721117786117304?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3931721117786117304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3931721117786117304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3931721117786117304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3931721117786117304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-memories-meet-up.html' title='old memories meet up'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-5597683746450416832</id><published>2007-04-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:54:23.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head is gonna explode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aah, my head hurts. but i'm loving it. finally learning something new. binary... i like. it's maths, you know those language computers use. 1001110100101101. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tell you, i better not get addicted in moberly. the guys brought me to the LAN shop, or LAN gaming area or whatever you gamers call it... anyway, played CS. woohooo! got killed countless times. but one thing for sure, as usual, i'm forever a camper. HAHAHA! wait of them to cross my path is great. thanks to that i killed 5 of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, for the past few days was the cca drive. weee! so many choices i tell you. but out of it all, i joined archery and photography. and also the SP's student union. hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, tommorow's another day... byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-5597683746450416832?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5597683746450416832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=5597683746450416832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5597683746450416832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5597683746450416832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/head-is-gonna-explode.html' title='head is gonna explode'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-5170984369169756028</id><published>2007-04-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:03:43.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of study in POLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you gotta love going to school in your casual wear. today, though we do have to study, we mostly chit-chatted with the lecturers. and aslo getting to know more about the people you'd be with for maybe 3 years... but still, study is study. today was also the cca drive, so me and my friends got to see what kind of cca's are in SP. oh, and btw, i FINALLY got to see some familiar faces. met xiao jia in the mrt..( by coincidence, i just saw her sitting in the mrt)... met sharmini at SP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i think she forgot who i am...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, this term is gonna be tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon; 8:30am to 8:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tues;10 to 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wed;8 to 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thurs;8 to 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fri; 8 to 11:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to mention the 40+mins int the mrt and 20+mins on the bus... and waiting for the bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i enjoy myself. oh well, time to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gd nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, and nafees, right longer post can... too short ah... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-5170984369169756028?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5170984369169756028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=5170984369169756028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5170984369169756028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/5170984369169756028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-study-in-poly.html' title='first day of study in POLY'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6634424891364331577</id><published>2007-04-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:41:35.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP day 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo, day 5; thursday and you know what that means. Flag day. got out at 5pm as i had to be at harbour front at 7... man was that early. anyway, business there was great for me at the bridge but soon more SPians came and took my victims... anyway, me and my new frens decided to go to raffles place. alot of working class there... mostly snobbish.( sorry for the harh words... but it's true...) so we decided to just go where ever our feet took us. soon, we passed the supreme court, esplanade and the merlion. we then went to the foodcourt as we knew ppl had to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tell you, i was like safari animals heading towards the waterhole after a dry season. hordes of businessmen and lawyers came rushing towards the foodcourt. me and my friends stationed ourself at each end. and it was difficult i tell you. but in the end i managed to collect $102.95 plus some thai bahts and malaysian coins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, 16 april will be the cca drive and the start of school... wish me luck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6634424891364331577?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6634424891364331577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6634424891364331577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6634424891364331577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6634424891364331577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/fop-day-4-5.html' title='FOP day 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-1320902696295780808</id><published>2007-04-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:33:22.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 2; well, what can i say. briefing once again. but after lunch we did a tour around the campus. then we had some games to get to know ppl in our classes abit more better. 2 girls, the rest guys. 2 malays, the rest chinese. mind you the 2 girls are chinese and the 2 malays are guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, we had to introduce ourselves. and played a game of 'WHACK'. the next game was the teamwork hullahoop thing. you know... bring the hullahoop down to the floor using 1 finger as a team. i took the lead somehow. i felt kinda bossy. damn. next was a game of throwing a ball to the person next to you and catch the ball coming to you. sounds complicated huh... it is. somehow once again, the instructor told me to lead. saying the 1,2,3 thing. then the last game was making the tallest tower using straws, strings, tapes and umm brains... haha. they said who ever wins gets a prize. and i went all out for it. started saying this and that, planning here and there. but we didn't win... boo. the tower did stand, but wasn't tall enough. anyway, it was a good teamwork. oh, and we now have a class leader, asst leader and treasurer. i'm not it btw....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now, day 3; wee!!! more fun!!!! get to make a solar powered car. after a short briefing, we were given 2 hours to make a solar toy car. a short time but grp 1B/24A pulled through. hahaha. because of that, now i have abit more friends. ivan a tall rugbyish guy, kenneth the class leader(yes, he is my class leader... reminds me of py), ignasious(the asst leader... i still can't spell his name..) and jeremare(treasurer...sorry, forgot how to spell his name..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the timing for our solar car on the track was 23 sec( because a huge grp of ppl was preventing the sun to shine on our car so as to spoil the competition..oh well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's a few pics.. of our solar car..."FAST FOOD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RhzHKpyyDaI/AAAAAAAAABY/PoOELVLvcBs/s1600-h/Aisatic003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052131867834322338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RhzHKpyyDaI/AAAAAAAAABY/PoOELVLvcBs/s320/Aisatic003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RhzHKpyyDbI/AAAAAAAAABg/IRbvGdGAWuM/s1600-h/Aisatic005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052131867834322354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RhzHKpyyDbI/AAAAAAAAABg/IRbvGdGAWuM/s320/Aisatic005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, see ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(we sponser KFC!!!)haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-1320902696295780808?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1320902696295780808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=1320902696295780808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1320902696295780808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/1320902696295780808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/fop-day-2-3.html' title='FOP day 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkMC0t95ess/RhzHKpyyDaI/AAAAAAAAABY/PoOELVLvcBs/s72-c/Aisatic003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3325690013378445874</id><published>2007-04-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:03:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;first off, i would like to say that even though my first day of orientation was crappy, it was fun. though trying to be a loner was tough, with more than 3000 freshman running amok around the whole campus, it was hard not to make friends. so far, i've made 2 new friends. today was only the briefing... so as expected, it was boring.... hopefully tomorrow, i'll feel more lively...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3325690013378445874?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3325690013378445874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3325690013378445874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3325690013378445874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3325690013378445874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/fop-day-1.html' title='FOP day 1'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-6223776033291261087</id><published>2007-04-03T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:44:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighing all day long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright ppl, first off is the class BBQ organised by who knows... hats off to the organiser, we did what we could to make the gathering a sucessful one. and a note to self... always bring your own supply of water. who knows someone might use it for satisfaction purposes.... -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, it was also xioa jia and cheryl's B'dae. cheryl couldn't blow the candle as handphones haven't evolved that rapidly yet. a good game of frisbee and soccer.... not forgetting flavoured waterbombs. i tell you CK felt sour if you know what i mean. anyway, boss got the most of it. having waterbombs thrown at him and a single throw by peter i think knocking off his glasses and filling his nose with water. i think he felt good. dizzy..., but good. in all the choas happening, i managed to throw a waterbomb at peter,"mind you i was holding on to that waterbomb for nearly 10mins. i was trying to decide whether to throw it or not..." ran for dear life, stumbled,continued running and finally lying flat on the ground. crap, i injured my right foot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, it was memorable. have a few laughs, games and a full stomach. not forgetting the burial of a dead falcon or eagle i think...( too long of a story...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, today, 4 days later after the BBQ, my leg still hurts. and well, i decided to try not to play online games anymore... i'm sick and tired of all the lectures. i want peace. i also want to show that i have a brain of my own to think for myself and understand the situation. i also wanna show that i'm capable and trustworthy. and not someone who's to be looked down upon. worrying about being robbed or getting involved in a fight because of a stare and trying to scare me with all the stories isn't the only option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i appreciate everything and forget nothing~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have an urge to delete this.... hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-6223776033291261087?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6223776033291261087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=6223776033291261087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6223776033291261087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/6223776033291261087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/04/sighing-all-day-long_03.html' title='sighing all day long'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-2693032586777808627</id><published>2007-03-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:51:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bean invaded the cinema!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all, let me say this..."MR BEAN INVADED THE CINEMA I WAS IN!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i've watched 2 free movies in just 2 days in less than 24 hrs. yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;okey, playback. tuesday went with nafees and zul to century square to watch TMNT. we came early, so we decided to play arcade while waiting. the arcade shooting game was the most fun.  after a while, we went back, bought popcorns and watched the movies.  after a few laughs and munchings, we went back to play some arcade. mostly the best was the... ummm........ i forgot what the game is called but it's the one with the circular putt and a table and ou have to aim it in the opponents goal. 2 vs1. nafees and zul vs me. btw, they cheated. using hand always. at least the whole game i play fair seh. after that, we went to toy R'us. haha. did some.... sight seeing. haha!&lt;br /&gt;now, that was the first of one of the free movie i watched. (P.S.; i got a free ticket from buying a product. ain't gonna tell what thing... haha)&lt;br /&gt;now, wednesday.  before watching a movie, i went to SP to make a student pass AND get a notebook. too bad the model i wanted is out of stock. so on thursday i'm going back there again. anyway, back to the movie part. me, mak,ayah, abg aisam, kak iqah and azahari went to century square (i seem to go there often) to watch Mr Bean's Holiday. it is absolutely remarkably funny. a must watch for me. actually, we paid the ticket already,.... but.... we got a refund. how you say?well, as i said before... mr bean invaded the cinema!!! about 4/5 of the movie. the part when mr bean took off his "dress", the film started to burn and was cut off... staring at total darkness, ppl started to complain...kak iqah and azahari had to go out to ask the usher about what happened. he couldn't speak proper english, so all he said was,"10 min...10 min. movie 10 min...". soooo we waited for ten mins adding a few more mins that was too tired to count. and the movie was back on track. we imagine mr bean's up there fiddling with the equipment. afterwards, we went out and called the management once the movie ended. after a few convincing act, we got a refund!!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for today... good nitez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-2693032586777808627?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2693032586777808627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=2693032586777808627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2693032586777808627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/2693032586777808627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-bean-invaded-cinema.html' title='Mr Bean invaded the cinema!!!'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27404679.post-3210445247275670753</id><published>2007-03-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:54:32.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out, out, out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today which in actual fact is yesterday cause it's already tommorrow as i'm typing this at 1.37am on a monday so called morning. make sense? anyway, nothing much to say except that i went to Giants at tampines. absolutely crowded. i can tell why though. the things they sell there must be good. cause, outside at the main entrance of Giant i saw a family astonished and amazed with what they've bought. one of the plastic bags was MOVING. seems that a frozen FISH had been defrosted. it was like gasping for air or water or whatever fishes need to breathe. now that's fresh fish. still alive...... and flipping. anyway, afterwards my family and i headed back home. and guess what. i saw nafees and his family side by side with my family and me. ( we were in cars mind you).  gave him a long, long stare until he realised who was next to him. haha. absolutely funny. YAWN! oh well, i'm starting to doze off... well, good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27404679-3210445247275670753?l=perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3210445247275670753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27404679&amp;postID=3210445247275670753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3210445247275670753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27404679/posts/default/3210445247275670753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplex-simplicity.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-out-out.html' title='out, out, out'/><author><name>Aisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
