<?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-8286523418475316675</id><updated>2012-01-20T17:49:06.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoholic Asshole.</title><subtitle type='html'>love hurts...but sometimes it's when you get hurt...then you'll feel that you're alive.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1339654408501593699</id><published>2012-01-20T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:49:06.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... it still hasn't sunk in that 2011 has past me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sad things, the obstacles... Good things and bad. Both.&lt;br /&gt;What can i do this year, to not just fulfill my life, but also... make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;What i thought would make me happy, in turn, it made me so miserable, that i was starting to be repulsed by the feeling of it. By the single thing that i once thought meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am to blame though. Either way, i'm untenable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my friends, that in order to keep yourself happy, don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;But yet deep down, i am oversensitive, have no more self-confidence, constantly seeking the wrong audience for approval; simply put, giving too much fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? What else could i seek in life, that could truly make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;Marriage? Having Kids? Traveling around the world? Music? Driving a Porsche? Eating? Smoking? Drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm actually a fucking cynic who already finds myself tired of what life can offer?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell... I'm fucking bushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1339654408501593699?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1339654408501593699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1339654408501593699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1339654408501593699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1339654408501593699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2012/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6183179352665415182</id><published>2011-12-24T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:29:46.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Accepted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvcRxmeGTY/TvZRXQGHoEI/AAAAAAAAANM/2hynhdrYRMg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvcRxmeGTY/TvZRXQGHoEI/AAAAAAAAANM/2hynhdrYRMg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689824639128674370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually quite short. I think i'll have a longer one on new year's day.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too early for resolutions, i think for starters i will stop being, and THINKING, like this guy.  ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ_hldCJTe4/TvZRXsGQtAI/AAAAAAAAANU/EPjOjtBjYOY/s1600/knapp01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ_hldCJTe4/TvZRXsGQtAI/AAAAAAAAANU/EPjOjtBjYOY/s400/knapp01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689824646645462018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be him. &amp;gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6183179352665415182?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6183179352665415182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6183179352665415182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6183179352665415182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6183179352665415182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/12/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge Accepted.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvcRxmeGTY/TvZRXQGHoEI/AAAAAAAAANM/2hynhdrYRMg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8729761298172977318</id><published>2011-10-29T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:07:53.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.... Long time since i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since NS started, it took the writing out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't think i should bore you with army stuff, since there are too many stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i'm here i came to pen my current thoughts down, and that should be the way. I was joking along with a friend when i thought about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been logically thinking, done some research, and i've came to realise that there's very little possibility that i can accomplish my dream. In fact, if you would see closely, i'm actually very very very fucked up. I'm 21, with nothing but a O levels cert, and i have no money, nor savings, neither a rich family to sustain me. And in the industry that i want to be in, i'll lose out, on about at least 6-7 years of experience. Everyone wants young blood. Who would like a late twenties dude to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start out&lt;/span&gt;? Technically, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some people in their late twenties, with a 1500-1700 paying job, N levels- Nitec, just going through the motion. Some even got a kid on their hands. Not that i despise these people, cause everybody have their sad stories, or maybe that is already their dream? To start small and be simple in life. But i dread that that will happen to me. At the age of 23, without a tertiary education and fresh out of army, what can be of me when even the best of university graduates can't find one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that i'm made for something better than the status quo. I don't want to go through the motion. I want to make my life worthwhile. I told myself many times. I only live once, and i don't want to have nothing to show for it. Either i have a blast, or just let me die now. Honestly. I keep on thinking, and thinking. At least Abel Rosnovski had time. He came to America to start a new life when he was like damn young. Now even time is not on my side. And can i do anything about it now? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of thinking about it night after night, bugging me before i fall asleep? Each time i see my friends, i am reminded that after army, their world is their oyster, and that's when their adult life really begins, while mine... ... is a story yet to unfold. What would we talk about, assuming we still meet each other in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how's your ____ job doing? Oh yeah great, how about you Kenneth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i going to reply?&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm still in school&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm a bum&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm doing XXX job (LOW PAY LONG HOURS NO QUALIFICATION NEEDED)&lt;br /&gt;4) None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno yet. But... oh man, i can't go on, my mind is messed up.&lt;br /&gt;All the more reasons to give up thinking about relationships, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, real-time speaking,&lt;br /&gt;My PSP is spoiled,&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is spoiled,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, and not even the doc gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Tedder says when you're happy like a fool, let it take you over; when everything is out, you gotta take it in. I try my best to remember that whenever shit happens, but it's well... fucking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you when i see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8729761298172977318?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8729761298172977318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8729761298172977318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8729761298172977318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8729761298172977318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7983781897141222499</id><published>2011-07-02T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T07:50:49.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X.X</title><content type='html'>Each day i step forward, i feel that i'm edging away further and further from the ones i hold close.&lt;br /&gt;My dream is walking away, as reality sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right. Not even when i'm trying to do right something which is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My mind cannot take it, only sleep, and training is a comfort. Cause it makes me temporarily forget what is outside here. All my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be closer to the truth than this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like trying to take a failed stat maple char and continuing to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had enough.&lt;br /&gt;No more trying.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying and trying and trying but it always ends the same.&lt;br /&gt;Why try when i know it's going to end the same one way or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my awesome life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7983781897141222499?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7983781897141222499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7983781897141222499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7983781897141222499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7983781897141222499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/07/xx.html' title='X.X'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8408754281719683973</id><published>2011-05-18T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:13:28.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese post.</title><content type='html'>我真的受够了。&lt;br /&gt;我试了好多次去改变；可能我始终都没变, 有没有真的变了你们最明白。&lt;br /&gt;可是我觉得你们对我的偏见，是永远不会变的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们要说什么也好，你们心里在想什么我未必懂，可是日子久了，很多事情都会明了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁是我的朋友，我很清楚。&lt;br /&gt;对我好的人，我会记住的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我被你们嘲笑，被你们利用，被你们耍地像猴子一样。&lt;br /&gt;４年了，我真的再也受不了了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许这个加拿大的计划是我的使命。&lt;br /&gt;也许这就是剧终的样子了。&lt;br /&gt;但是我觉得这样子我心里会好过一点。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8408754281719683973?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8408754281719683973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8408754281719683973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8408754281719683973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8408754281719683973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/05/chinese-post.html' title='Chinese post.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3066780167495722270</id><published>2011-05-06T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:33:12.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't reach out far enough;</title><content type='html'>Here's one place that i'm 80% certain you won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to type.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how i should feel, what i should type.&lt;br /&gt;I literally just stared at the screen, wondering what the fuck i should write.&lt;br /&gt;I guess at some point of time in life, i just happened to FORGET reading the book about what makes a person tick and what makes a person blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shut up then to accidentally make someone else's life a misery.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing really blew up badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you'd calm down.&lt;br /&gt;As much as i could calm down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's nobody who will sympathize with my situation here, but do you know i feel as much shit as you are now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a jackass. I don't intend to make people feel shit.&lt;br /&gt;If i made someone feel like shit, i feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;I always try too hard to impress people, you said that before. You know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't empathize me.&lt;br /&gt;Just forget the incident and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather me do?&lt;br /&gt;For me, the disappointment, to leave you, so that you will never be disappointed by me again?&lt;br /&gt;Or for me to continue being your friend, and apologize every time i piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't want to lose you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want to make you feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I know what i'm going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3066780167495722270?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3066780167495722270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3066780167495722270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3066780167495722270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3066780167495722270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/05/cant-reach-out-far-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t reach out far enough;'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-149712709281736898</id><published>2011-04-29T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:29:20.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Last Words?</title><content type='html'>I hate quarrels. That's why i hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when would people stop quarreling.&lt;br /&gt;It's sucks, it fucks up my mood, i don't know what to say or do afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i would try too hard, i admit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because this is what i am. Full-grown pessimist and as well as a paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SAY I DON'T CARE; WHEN IN FACT SOMETIMES I REALLY REALLY DO CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy being alone, but i make do.&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my days alone, and i make do.&lt;br /&gt;When most of the nights/days i come home, and i want nothing more than silence, i get a screaming parent, but i make do.&lt;br /&gt;I walk out the door, into the night, alone, but i still make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure i hang out with my friends, and i really love the company.&lt;br /&gt;I do the LOL, the WTF, the LMFAO, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But i always bring my mask with me.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't make me give up.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost so many times, and i just want to win once.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-149712709281736898?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/149712709281736898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=149712709281736898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/149712709281736898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/149712709281736898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/04/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous Last Words?'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6570495470986491033</id><published>2011-04-14T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:02:59.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P- PS~</title><content type='html'>upon rereading my past entry again, i realised i've had a couple of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You made me glad and thankful that i walked down the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aisle&lt;/span&gt; and said, yes, i'll join FO Camp 08/09. I think corridor would be more fitting. I wasn't getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That post wasn't to say goodbye. Sure, it's the time to move on, but i really pray and hope that we'll still meet up every now and then. Not just the guys, EVERYBODY. For my brothers, i'll make sure every time any of you want to meet up for anything, if i'm not working/studying/doing something important/broke , i'll join you. And i'll probably pester you guys often too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, whiny like a little fly :D&lt;br /&gt;Not happy? Swat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;After the recep, i think it's really time to buck up, and prepare for the plan.&lt;br /&gt;In order to even reach that final plan, i have to strive for it.&lt;br /&gt;Where i've failed, i have to make it succeed.&lt;br /&gt;I know the heavens will always deal me a bad hand, but i've learned, through many experiences, that like a great poker player, i must learn to play that hand to the best i can, all the way to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Brotherhood, if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, and i'm not very confident that all of you will follow the plan, after all, we never know life will hit us with, and sometimes things will spoil the plan. But i do wish that we would be prepared enough to go through with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you guys to go through with me on this. You all should know that i'm not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed. We're not in secondary school anymore. I know most of us are already mature enough to understand most of i've said. But more is needed to achieve what we want to achieve. Freedom and independence don't come easy. I'm really not quite certain whether some of you are really putting this to task, or you just think it's a silly little joke to play around, " Erm, let's do so-and-so in the future! etc". For me, i take this very seriously. I've considered it, and i thought it would be viable for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stay here for long, and i sure as hell will not die here. If i die here, then it'll mean that the fate has won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be just a dream, but it's a dream that we can fulfill, ourselves. As long as we stay focused and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Ventus Paratus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6570495470986491033?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6570495470986491033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6570495470986491033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6570495470986491033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6570495470986491033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/04/p-ps.html' title='P- PS~'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-75543222297126971</id><published>2011-04-11T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:21:44.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X21</title><content type='html'>Firstly, before anything, i would like to once again say thanks to all who had taken part in celebrating my birthday, and wishing, ESPECIALLY GAIA. You guys are really the awsomest, and thanks for the presents, they're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number to win in blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;The age when you finally get known as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;No more time for fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i had done more in my previous years, and maybe even stayed on in school. But to put it bluntly, sucking it up would be my best option. My life had not been a bed of roses, but at least i think i didn't turn up too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep trying though, even if the going gets worse, because sometimes, you just know that you have to.  Life is a broken path; it's for you to walk till the sand is bare, then only can you see the road till the final place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals may be tarnished, my senses may have dulled, but i'll still try.&lt;br /&gt;I may never know what might happen tomorrow, but i was glad, really, that i had the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 3 years, in fact, had really been the happiest and angriest, saddest and most memorable years of my life. i'm really tear-proud that i've known a bunch of guys and girls who i cannot just say, "they're my friends." They're much, way more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAIA: the most diverse, most compatible, most cool, most badass, most tough, most capable, most determined, most playful, most crazy group of people i have ever been with. But they're also the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for this year, is that no matter what wind or storm in my life comes through, i could always look back here and now, and see for myself what a wonderful family i have had this time, my brothers, and my sisters, my enemies and my friends. Please be happy GUYS AND GIRLS. And i dare to hope that in the future, we can come back in some cosy place and talk and i'll listen, just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me many things.&lt;br /&gt;You made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;You made me tougher.&lt;br /&gt;You made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;You made peace.&lt;br /&gt;You made me survive.&lt;br /&gt;You turned me good.&lt;br /&gt;You made me dream.&lt;br /&gt;You made me do my best that i could, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You made me everything.&lt;br /&gt;You made me glad and thankful that i walked down the aisle and said, yes, i'll join FO Camp 08/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China is 10000 miles long&lt;br /&gt;Together we build a family&lt;br /&gt;the strongest will have the strongest within&lt;br /&gt;CADC have one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the end, it's the start of another beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS: THIS MIGHT LOOK VERY GAY AND AUNTY AGONY-ISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS. BUT I ASSURE YOU THAT THESE ARE WORDS FROM MY HEART. REALLY. I KNOW, THAT MAKES IT GAYER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-75543222297126971?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/75543222297126971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=75543222297126971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/75543222297126971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/75543222297126971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/04/x21.html' title='X21'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5027441195672438012</id><published>2011-02-19T06:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:55:10.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Y) this freaking song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing interesting to write though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-day spent alone. with enough cigarettes, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;Working, working... could do with a few more assignments though.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me; i wonder if i'll die because i didn't go to a hospital for this.&lt;br /&gt;Blue ic finally back, after about 50 trips to ICA.&lt;br /&gt;Spent CNY pre- and 1st day at home sleeping, 2nd night at farris's house. Was happy, at least until monday.&lt;br /&gt;Started Learning Russian: Lesson 1.&lt;br /&gt;Started twitting/twittering. Yay! Another fine way of infinite stalking.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want to buy a pair of fucking shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall bore you at the end of feb, supposedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5027441195672438012?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5027441195672438012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5027441195672438012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5027441195672438012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5027441195672438012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/02/far-east-movement-rocketeer-ft-ryan.html' title='(Y) this freaking song.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RcmKbTR--iA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4251704513952909536</id><published>2011-02-01T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:53:46.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Good Night</title><content type='html'>Things aren't really going very well for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;CNY will suck, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;More bad things will come my way, i'll have to make sure that i have full use of the days i don't have bad things happening to enjoy before i face the worse days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road ahead will be full of rocks and thorns, but i will walk hard.&lt;br /&gt;And smoke and drink harder, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here's some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just sit in front of the laptop and end staring at the wallpaper for too long a while.&lt;br /&gt;The one from the recent camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm still refusing to accept the truth. That everybody's changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the song goes, i just don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah sure, i get by along life just fine. But the clinging feeling. The compulsive thought on my face, and unknowingly smiling to myself on the train as i occasionally take the train to Dover. It just says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go. Even knowing that i'll probably not talk and just hang behind like a ghost, i'd still want to go back to the days we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is simple. Everyone have already moved on, to each of our different paths. Some worse, some better, some with one pal or two, some with their personal little cliques, some alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a blue moon everyone meets up, has a bit of fun, but that's about it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I know quite well. Nobody's saying it; i myself personally is still living in the past, but it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, the great thing about it is that, at least we'll still have things to share, things to talk about, still a few more times of fun together. I've heard of many cliques falling apart; differences that never resolve, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three years were the best and worse years of my life. Honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;A few chances i was given but i never cherished it.&lt;br /&gt;1000 dreams i had but never fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;And some which i tried to fulfill; but it ended up in a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;My reputation( if you can call it a reputation) has gone from nobody to average to hated to average to laughing stock to outcast to nobody again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can already call me the secret unlockable character.&lt;br /&gt;Like the roadside cigarette butt; oblivious to all who knows, and a comment or two if forced to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why, still, every time i walk into the club, i start stifling a smile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4251704513952909536?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4251704513952909536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4251704513952909536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4251704513952909536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4251704513952909536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-good-night.html' title='Baby Good Night'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7263688323935916033</id><published>2011-01-01T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:25:39.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Muse.</title><content type='html'>Long long time since i've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of bullshit happened this period, but i guess i'm kinda okay right now. I may not be okay later, but i'm okay, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what i wrote in 2009 &gt;.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As promised, here are my new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Find myself a girlfriend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I did, but broke up in a month.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make FO 0910 the most successful one of all time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(In my opinion, it is =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a motorbike license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Did rode a bike, but didn't touch BTT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Master electric guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Still spoilt in the storeroom, collecting dust)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Learn how to swim.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(NOPE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lie a little bit lesser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(wad do you think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cut down on food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I honestly did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Get a little bit thinner and hopefully taller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(didn't happen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Most importantly, be a happier guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Still more emo than happy, but well....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, i wanted not to fail.&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of you knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been done is done, and now what's left is to try not to make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish that all my friends will be happy, and have success in all their endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year guys; have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the last post; i dunno. But it's really gonna be the last muse.&lt;br /&gt;No more misery, no more muses, just me versus the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7263688323935916033?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7263688323935916033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7263688323935916033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7263688323935916033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7263688323935916033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-muse.html' title='Last Muse.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6398729643499441126</id><published>2010-09-28T00:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:43:17.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of  The Day: Trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say just yet; going for another interview later on. Maybe i'll catch up tomorrow with a longer post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the story of the man who became a lamppost? He just stood there, while everyone is walking and laughing and working and changing; he just stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagboard looks desolate. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6398729643499441126?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6398729643499441126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6398729643499441126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6398729643499441126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6398729643499441126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/09/muse-of-day-trial.html' title='Small Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-2157001752030652104</id><published>2010-09-06T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:46:26.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of The Day: What will the future hold for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Army would PROBABLY wait till next year, which sucks, because it means i have to sit around and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, i could work like a madman, but knowing myself, i'll probably never do that, and never alone. But what my friends are doing are probably correct. Knowing me, I wouldn't dare to share a job with them, because i, being a ridiculously ill-disciplined boy ( i don't even dare to use the word "man"), will drop off work after a while. I'm very ashamed of myself when i do that, and yes, i wish i could be like the rest of the world. Perhaps that is why they don't approach me in the first place; they know me better than anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life as a layabout sucks. It makes me feel bad about myself, i want to go to army, and come out and finish my education. You may laugh all you like, and i know it's ironic, but like i said before, i can't do without exams; that feeling that you might pass if you study hard enough the few days before, not having to feel shitty because all of your classmates can either draw better, model better, program better, or is simply way geekier than you can ever be. I remember how fucked up i use to feel whenever i handed up my assignments. There's always someone better than you. Yes, i know this applies to every other diploma as well, but something staring me so straight in the face is really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore to myself that i will not forsake my education; and i will do it. But for how long must i wait, for the day to arrive? The future for me seems so bleak and far away, like a distant dream. And everytime i hear my friends talk about their schools and exams, i just feel so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can tease a while, and say," Haha, i have no exams!", but deep down, the person and i know that who is the person truly be teased. I would have gave anything to switch places with that person, to live a normal enough life, where your parents provide for you, they support you for school, they let you have a room, they give you pocket money, they, in general, feel like your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong, i'm not blaming my life, nor my mother, nor my friends. I'm just sometimes jealous. I know you all might say, " Eh, Kenneth, stop complaining like your life is so hard la. You're really shen zai fu zhong bu zhi fu sia. People have worse off lives than you. And you're so blessed to have such good friends, who cares about you. Everything that you are now is because of your own doing. _|_" (I already can think of one person speaking to me exactly like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm really sorry that i don't have a comeback to that, honestly. But trade shoes with me for a week, live in my house for a week, be my mother's son for a week, and if you still say the same thing, i would gladly stop complaining for the rest of my life. If it wasn't for some of the greatest friends i've ever seen in my life, I'd already be dead. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that i have now, is thanks to my friends, and sometimes myself, with a little luck. I still thanks the above for the things i have, and sometimes i pray for a while, hoping that the little fortress i have won't come crashing down. And maybe the future for me would be brighter, just for a little, so that my friends would feel it was indeed worth it, to help a fellow like me, not just doing a act of charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TIVE8H8vQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SR0347UbnLc/s1600/570best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TIVE8H8vQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SR0347UbnLc/s400/570best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889118501683602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-2157001752030652104?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2157001752030652104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=2157001752030652104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2157001752030652104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2157001752030652104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/09/future-muse.html' title='Future Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TIVE8H8vQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SR0347UbnLc/s72-c/570best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7156989803481359427</id><published>2010-08-15T20:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:50:35.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of the Day: Osiris. Was. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shouldn't have doubted you all along man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Muse Of the Day: Breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will i find that 'freedom', finally, after chasing it for so many years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since CMPB wants to give me a few more months as a gift of freedom, i might as well make the best use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still routine, but a nice friend told me that everything in life, including fun, will always become routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to dl Fallout 3 and Starcraft II, feel like the Fallout feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like doing this, in case i forgot, i can always come back here and look. You all can try guessing who said what. =) Who knows, it might be even you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippets of wisdom by some of my dearest friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy: Sian.......... Feel like getting a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You know why you can't and shouldn't find a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm single by choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care of yourself first before trying to find someone to take care of. You can't even support yourself; what gives you the right to support others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: XXX and XXX lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's the point of gambling if you don't get back any winnings in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The thing i want most is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Which is what most people also want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Earn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahaha! You idiotic prick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhh..... Just go fuck yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just finished Inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream within a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool if you can escape reality just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You say, Time is not a solution but a delusion from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I say, Time is a tool to solve, a weapon to last, and a shield from reality. How you use it defines it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TGiKTB_nqoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RkIkUsr8Wm4/s1600/555dontry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TGiKTB_nqoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RkIkUsr8Wm4/s400/555dontry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505802604017855106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you're still my queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7156989803481359427?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7156989803481359427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7156989803481359427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7156989803481359427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7156989803481359427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-muse.html' title='Morning Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TGiKTB_nqoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RkIkUsr8Wm4/s72-c/555dontry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7098494045537501630</id><published>2010-08-03T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:02:57.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As a special post i'm going to split this into two: Kenneth and Osiris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;The muse says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's the one. I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No words necessary. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not my usual infatuation with any girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't worry, i won't tell who she is here though, i want to do this properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Buy her roses, bring her to movies, tell her she's the very girl i've been looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the thing is, will i be able to win her from a massive bunch of admirers &amp;amp; suitors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just hope that all of you who come to read this post can teach me, cause honestly, (haha) i've never really tried my best to woo a girl before, unless you count secondary school, and that was a fluke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't worry, i know she doesn't know of this blog's existence, but hopefully those who know her can keep your mouths shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rain is out; but i'll carry the umbrella for you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Osiris&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse Of The Day: Suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not agreeing with Kenneth here.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's face the fucking facts here, guys. Life isn't a fucking fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get everything you want in life, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;All that bullshit about, erm, all you have to do is try, if you won't try how would you know, those are all fucking bullshit spawned by those who are already successful to shut the commies up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening too fast. I have too many questions and too many suspicions that everything here is a farce. It's just like Neverland, you know? Except things just aren't that clear cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The thing is, i don't think she's that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to accept the fact that all that i have suspected is false, but not until i find out what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutter island thought me a very important lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Trust no one; you have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, i still trust some of my friends, and i have people that i call friends, you must always remain guarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7098494045537501630?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7098494045537501630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7098494045537501630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7098494045537501630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7098494045537501630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/08/split-muse.html' title='Split Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3801192915015737439</id><published>2010-07-26T17:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:20:18.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muse Of The Day: 2nd- Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bit by bit, i feel like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must i always be second class in everything i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i not supposed to be treated or respected better by my peers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the lowest point of this week i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like screaming, yet again, but i held back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter if my friends tease me. It really doesn't, believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It matters because the things they say are true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am FUGLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am FAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a leecher and a PARASITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am intelligent but REFUSE to do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am never going to succeed in LIFE if i keep it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am UNCOUTH, RUDE, INSENSITIVE and an ASSHOLE to the opposite sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst of all, I know all of this but i still refuse to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, all of the above are true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last attempt to cheer myself up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TE37ak5u13I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LU1eIbiPjH0/s1600/536dontstop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498327154090235762" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TE37ak5u13I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LU1eIbiPjH0/s400/536dontstop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TE37a8e3ExI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a3dIL1RTDXU/s1600/539whenin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498327160419980050" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TE37a8e3ExI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a3dIL1RTDXU/s400/539whenin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3801192915015737439?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3801192915015737439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3801192915015737439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3801192915015737439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3801192915015737439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustrated-muse.html' title='Frustrated Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TE37ak5u13I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LU1eIbiPjH0/s72-c/536dontstop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3694784590365126198</id><published>2010-07-16T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:11:59.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of The Day: Beauty&lt;br /&gt;She's so high above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shittier things have had happened before, this one wasn't the worse, believe me. But hey i can finally put the smoking fine incident behind me at last. One less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 days since i last posted. Work is fine; sleep, family, finance, health, love, are usual, if not worse. I find routine a chore. Debts are getting a little better, month by month, and i earnestly still harness a hope that within a month or so, i would be able to clear them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social circles are getting smaller by day, not much surprises there, really.... If you can be free of a parasite, why wouldn't you happy? I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on to the muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, i obviously cannot state the name of the person here, but i guess we could talk about her (or them, depending what you want to believe). But after a sincere long reflection, i can finally put together my thoughts about the matters of the heart, and i really want to rant about random things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's really x132425668534 nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Her eyes are so captivating, when i talk to her, i look at nothing else but her.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm really afraid of messaging her, cause i'm afraid it will bother her.&lt;br /&gt;4. She looks even cuter without her contacts.&lt;br /&gt;5. I tease her, cause that's my way of telling her," Hey, i want your attention."&lt;br /&gt;6. I regret all the few times that i do something else instead of being with her.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am in full understanding of the fact that i am financially incapable of supporting her.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will stop smoking if she wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;9. Her picture is the wallpaper of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hope i can send her home sometime, and we can have long chats, cause i know there's a lot about her i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;11. If she's happy, then it's fine whoever she is with.&lt;br /&gt;12. I knew her for some time, but i lost the chance to be with her because i didn't know her well enough.&lt;br /&gt;13. I know i'm not good enough for her, but i will try to keep her happy in the best ways that i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about enough for now, but i really hope i can see her again soon. Haha. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3694784590365126198?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3694784590365126198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3694784590365126198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3694784590365126198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3694784590365126198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/07/late-night-muse.html' title='Late Night Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7240833175659864782</id><published>2010-06-30T05:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:41:34.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#157 Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of The Day: Dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anger isn't a feeling, it''s an expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still out without a leash for me, too much freedom combined with being broke, you get a very immensely bored person. Army is coming, but not soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something worthwhile for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think it really sucks being who you are, don't you think? Some grumble about the way they look, some about the family background, some about how poor or rich(believe me, they do) their parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suffer from it as well, and as a human, i grumble about it more than you think. But i've learned long ago from a friend of mine, that nobody can blame you for what you are born with, but what you do is what really matters. I didn't really take to him at that time, but then i thought of it another way; Think of it as playing a game, the lesser you're given, the more "imba" you're being thought of if you "own", right? Same thing. I mean, yeah, it may sound a little boastful here, but hey, if it helps me get back to perspective, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TCsNDCBnmRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LUfN88gFLRo/s1600/getmadthenget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TCsNDCBnmRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LUfN88gFLRo/s400/getmadthenget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488494916615510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this up cause lately i see myself and some of my friends around me being mad. If you know me, then you'll know that i never, never stay angry for long( longest period, 2 weeks before i start talking to him/her again). I don't know why, maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That person is my friend, i can't bear to let him/her leave me.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's partly my fault, i'm guilty.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've done something like that in the past, staying angry makes me feel like a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is always okay, but if you let it become hate, then it starts to get nasty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because hatred is believed to be long-lasting, many psychologists  consider it to be more of an attitude or disposition than a temporary  emotional state. (taken from wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that it's gone from a feeling to an committal act of self-indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get why some people can bear a hatred for long. I mean, come on, he didn't kill your whole family, or made you bankrupt, why bear the grudge for so long? It's not helping you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you start to hate that person, why not think about forgetting it or him instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Oh yeah, do try to leave a msg when u come by here, i miss you all very much. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/hate_is_too_great_a_burden_to_bear-it_injures_the/202404.html"&gt;Hate  is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it  injures the hated.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&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/8286523418475316675-7240833175659864782?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7240833175659864782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7240833175659864782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7240833175659864782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7240833175659864782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/157-muse.html' title='#157 Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TCsNDCBnmRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LUfN88gFLRo/s72-c/getmadthenget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5603411422267620381</id><published>2010-06-19T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:25:13.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Muse</title><content type='html'>Muse Of The Day: Listless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, why not just tell me the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i'm wasting my life away, so i've decided to send in that deferment letter early. I don't care what events that i might want to go, birthdays that i have to attend, or anything else. It just makes sense to me now, that actually, whether i attend them or not, it wouldn't make a difference to me or to them. It might have made a huge difference to me then, but from what i'm thinking now, it just plain doesn't add up. What actually really matters, is the friends that do care, and they will always understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i'll look for a another job to do, so i might increase my personal wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always believe that that one sunny day, where i don't have to worry about a single thing, that great day, will either never come, or in my opinion, come when all the fucking shit-top days have gone by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your day change according to your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time that i tried to be happy throughout the day. The day started out fine, then got shittier and shittier until finally i got fucking fine from the NEA. That was the last straw. That was when God Almighty above, he does not want me to be happy, or feel happy. Until maybe a point of time when everyone else is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant for greatness. Always meant to be a working-class pothead who has a heightened sense of intelligence, and is always, woefully ignorant about the people around me, no matter how hard he tries. I'm not being depressed here, it's the absolute truth. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every time i try to do something that i think i'll be good at in front of someone, i always make a fucking mess.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, playing the guitar, dota, gambling, drinking, whatever. I used to wonder why in the past, but somehow i knew that it's simply because fate will never allow to be proud of myself, because everything i am right now, is put together thanks to the consolidated efforts of the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever i think of something bad that is going to happen, it usually never happens until the point that i forget it, then it crepts RIGHT behind me, and rams me in the fucking nuts. That's why it always hurts more. Then the good things that i think about, of course, it never happens, even if it's something like getting an ice-cream or talking to someone i really like. There's always things like, it's closed, he moved to tampines, she's offline, she's not picking up the phone, she's angry and she's ignoring me, my wallet's lost so i can't go anywhere, my phone mysteriously goes dead, i fell into the drain, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend, look at everything that i have written for the past three years, and tell me honestly, do you still think the world is fair? Or am i the true combined being of all the bad karma in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have not a true honest relationship, one that when i like a girl, and she likes me back, cares about me, never lies to me. I know that most people don't as well, but considering that other than a little handful of female friends, the rest who know me, simply just detests me. Maybe it's the way i speak or what i speak out, because as long as she's spoken to me more than a few times, i seldom talk to her ever again. Erm, for this fact here, i believe it's everything to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put this three things together, naturally you get a very lousy and depressed guy. Well, it's long since i've gone counting the things that made me feel like shit, because i just sigh and say, " oh well", and move on to expect the bad thing that will happen. Occasionally, a good thing will pop up and surprise me, but it's not long before something bad would come along and stab me in the back again. Why? Cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i scream, no one hears anymore,&lt;br /&gt;When i fall, no one helps me up anymore,&lt;br /&gt;When i need them, they're not there anymore,&lt;br /&gt;When i try, nothing comes back,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't try, everything bad comes back,&lt;br /&gt;When i don't help, i know very soon something's bad gonna happen,&lt;br /&gt;When i achieve, i feel like i've done nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;When i am honest, they blame my fault,&lt;br /&gt;When i am not honest, they scold me for lying,&lt;br /&gt;When i pray, nothing happens,&lt;br /&gt;When i am sad, at least there's still cigarettes and booze,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TBxR0aiQ75I/AAAAAAAAALw/gTQuoDICCvo/s1600/enjoywhatuvegot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TBxR0aiQ75I/AAAAAAAAALw/gTQuoDICCvo/s400/enjoywhatuvegot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484348407148507026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least i am granted this little good thing. ( And this is why i will never quit smoking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, there's always tomorrow or death, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5603411422267620381?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5603411422267620381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5603411422267620381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5603411422267620381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5603411422267620381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-muse.html' title='Long Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TBxR0aiQ75I/AAAAAAAAALw/gTQuoDICCvo/s72-c/enjoywhatuvegot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3798613740056596920</id><published>2010-06-12T01:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:02:08.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Run away tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't fucking believe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; everything you want is wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; all your dreams are waking up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish that I could follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to the shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; where no one lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fooled me once, shame on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fooled me twice, shame on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3798613740056596920?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3798613740056596920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3798613740056596920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3798613740056596920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3798613740056596920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/wrong-muse.html' title='Wrong Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3644506782811450494</id><published>2010-06-08T08:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:24:47.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indifferent Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: In Motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What will happen after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been quite alright, recently. It's like i could finally see some specks of light at the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also regretted my outburst in blog posts was too much, and that i was merely directing my anger at the world to him. He's a far more better person than i am, and... well, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, sure, some shit still happens, but then as a friend told me this story, i started to think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F: Now i want you to accurately describe to me what you are going to do if i asked to go downstairs to get me a coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;K: Erm.... okay. i would stand up, take my keys, open the door, go down the stairs, drop a coin in the vending machine and get your coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;K: You ask for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F: No particular reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(One hour later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F: Hey if i told you, let's go on a vacation to Japan in 1 hour. Tickets i buy, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;K: Go down, flag a cab, go home pack a few things, grab my passport, and cab to airport lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F: You no need open door now arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, the thing that he was trying to say was, when you have big goals, the small stuff doesn't matter. I understood why some people could undertake such painstaking obstacles and get it off without a hitch; because to them, the so-called obstacles are nothing but the small stuff, like opening the doors or getting down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TA5EVJ_67HI/AAAAAAAAALk/Hk3ljO20X5M/s1600/bebiggerthanurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TA5EVJ_67HI/AAAAAAAAALk/Hk3ljO20X5M/s400/bebiggerthanurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480392926808435826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not have any big goals now, but at least now i can picture a trail, a road that i can go to. Well, it's going to take some time, and it's going to be tough, but still i hope i can be as determined as i am this minute. My greatest weakness always has been the lack of willpower, the person who always give up when the hard parts start coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm now trying to be indifferent, the most neutral feeling i can think of, so to not hurt, provoke, or aggravate anyone dear to me. Just sit, or stand there, nod and smile to anything anyone's saying, and you won't get hurt. Because the thing i realized so far is that i've been trying too hard. In doing what, i do not know. But some people in the world would always misunderstand what you are doing. So to avoid further situations like these, i've decided that these is the best way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may be sad that some of my close friends may not want me around them anymore, but currently there's nothing really much i could do about it. Yes, i am at fault here, i have no excuses, but i simply cannot stay around and subject myself to be the pinpoint of everyone's emotions. Not based on my faults, see here, but based on their current feelings. Like, oh, i've just broken up today, let's focus my anger on someone here and make myself feel better. I really hate that. It's not my fault that you're feeling like shit here, so don't make me your stress toy. I did it when i was back in freshmen year, and until now i feel it was a shitty thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And once again let it be known that the entry is not directed to anyone or any clique whatsoever, just a little reflection on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe i'm being an ass, maybe i'm doing this, maybe i'm doing that, one day i and maybe you, my dear reader, will realize that it's never really matters, and it's impossible to please everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As long as you can face up to your conscience, i don't think others can have a say in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll just put up this last question for the few loyal readers out there, think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the hell do you think you are working/trying/chionging so hard for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3644506782811450494?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3644506782811450494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3644506782811450494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3644506782811450494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3644506782811450494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/indifferent-muse.html' title='The Indifferent Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/TA5EVJ_67HI/AAAAAAAAALk/Hk3ljO20X5M/s72-c/bebiggerthanurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8937257057844360729</id><published>2010-05-20T04:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:20:59.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Congrats to all who graduated this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Tell Me Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;still getting worse. left one clique that haven't outcasted me. unlikely they will do the same; known for so long, but then anything can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i got nothing, nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8937257057844360729?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8937257057844360729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8937257057844360729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8937257057844360729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8937257057844360729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-muse.html' title='Graduation Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-761054687336494026</id><published>2010-05-18T05:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:19:00.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Muse Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Treat somebody else that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;What the fuck is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just 24 hours after i said this week is going to suck more than the last one, i just happened to find out that everything i thought was well, turned out to be a big fat fucking lie. A false reality, just like everything else that i've encountered throughout the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lost possessions the last week, now this week, i lost trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear blog, you know that i care about other people's comments very much, and it's something that i could never change. Each time i say, " I don't give a shit what other people think.", i actually care a whole lot more. Truth be told, i am a fool, a fool that puts my heart out for every friendship or relationship that lies before me, and then give punched in the heart for being such a fool. Complaining here doesn't really help much, cause the people i'm talking about would never have set foot here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow, i also know that even if i do all the things that is needed to salvage the situation, it will always remain the same. I'm such an idiot for thinking it can change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pegasus, if you're reading this, i think you might have something to say about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-761054687336494026?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/761054687336494026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=761054687336494026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/761054687336494026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/761054687336494026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-muse-ever.html' title='Worst Muse Ever'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-2285696242234183512</id><published>2010-05-17T03:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:00:18.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open-Closed Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Stop; then replay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Imagine taking a screwdriver, then pierce it through your chest, pull it out, then do it a couple thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i thought last week was bad enough, this week plummeted me straight through the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess i will have see how bad things will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/S_D3Q-19fiI/AAAAAAAAALU/HJb3Af9l1jg/s1600/cbothsidesofthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/S_D3Q-19fiI/AAAAAAAAALU/HJb3Af9l1jg/s400/cbothsidesofthe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472145418374446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you do that, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-2285696242234183512?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2285696242234183512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=2285696242234183512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2285696242234183512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2285696242234183512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-closed-muse.html' title='Open-Closed Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/S_D3Q-19fiI/AAAAAAAAALU/HJb3Af9l1jg/s72-c/cbothsidesofthe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6981259862030666841</id><published>2010-05-10T04:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:51:53.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for Broke? Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello, i've waited here for you, everlong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These few days was the usual. The usual boring things that i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past week was a shitty week though. Let's see what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) my specs broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) a bird crapped on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) i got lost in orchard road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) i went into the ladies by mistake in AMK hub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) my lappie is officially bailing out on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) i wasted 3 hours of my life waiting for something that didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) i didn't go out anywhere on the weekend, when everyone else did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a bit hard to describe how i'm feeling right now, it's something negative alright, but since i'm kinda used to it, i'm wondering what's the next fucked-up thing that is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sick of losing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought of going for broke, but my past experiences say that i'm a person who does things without an end. Can i really go for broke? Dear blog, i swear, if the chances comes along, i would run it through, amidst all the blood, all the tears and sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm having insomnia, every night. I'm so confused, i have panic attacks, i don't have any idea what i want to do in the future any more. Because my dreams and goals shattered, i know now that everything has its fine print, and that i could never be a designer. I thought of crazy things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JC- i don't think i can handle jc. The look of the GP sounds like hell on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banking and Finance- My old 4th choice. But i can't even handle my own finances, would people trust me with theirs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;besides, i may be charged for embezzlement within 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mass Comm- My old favorite. But then i might run out of creative juices and interest in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Culinary Arts- I might just eat up all the food i make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is driving me nuts. Fuck this. I'm meeting my old school homies on sat, hope they can help me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyone with a decent idea of what i could do in the future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6981259862030666841?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6981259862030666841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6981259862030666841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6981259862030666841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6981259862030666841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-for-broke-muse.html' title='Go for Broke? Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6246296885193937827</id><published>2010-05-05T05:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:34:17.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maniac Muse.</title><content type='html'>#1: Yup, you don't, cause you're an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;#2: do i think that you're really rich and you get  pocket money? YES guess what. I DON'T. AND NOT EVERYONE GETS IT TOO, FUCKTARD. you do, so be grateful. i don't spend much on other stuffs, cause i barely have enough to spend.&lt;br /&gt;#3: Wow, that just scared the crap of me.&lt;br /&gt;#4: I have some free time today, and by doing this, now i have none.&lt;br /&gt;#5: please do not imply that again. it's irritating and it gets on my nerves. I'm trying to be reasonable here, and someone even made me believe that your account got hacked. By the way, the phrase, " Please think" are for people who are mature enough to reprimand me. YOU ARE NOT. so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you make me feel very disappointed about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6246296885193937827?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6246296885193937827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6246296885193937827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6246296885193937827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6246296885193937827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/maniac-muse.html' title='Maniac Muse.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4442645810164136102</id><published>2010-04-26T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:22:38.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked-up Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"you think i so free lah? please lah think then say. i'm fucking  listening to my lesson you retard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"and if you want to war come my profile war. don't write on DHAS say i delete your post. diams."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erm. this is the worst post that i've seen my entire fb life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#1 : I'm not actually serious in my post. Does "Rawr" imply seriousness to you? Come on, you don't even sound serious in the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#1a: Btw, if it does, then dude, i'm sorry i said u deleted my post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#2: You fucking think i damn shuang about not having lessons? Really? Is that how you think i feel? Man, and i thought you were a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#3: You are a fucker in implying that i am so free. I have just done my fucking night shift and it's damn tiring. You on the other hand, are fucked-up rich, and you get pocket money, so you probably dunno how i live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#4: I don't really go around saying shit in other peoples' profiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#5: What the fuck is a profile war? Do people really do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#6: By reading this two posts you just fucked up my morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you think you're correct, by all means come back with a reply. Tell the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really want to do a say-all in facebook, cause that would be fucking immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, i'm not expecting an apology, i just want you to know how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I know my style, I'll probably forget about it after a while. He won't even come here anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4442645810164136102?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4442645810164136102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4442645810164136102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4442645810164136102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4442645810164136102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-think-i-so-free-lah-please-lah.html' title='Fucked-up Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8369416232119197680</id><published>2010-04-25T04:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:28:07.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;I have no idea whether am i in a conscious enough state of mind to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When days become weeks then months, i found out that i really do care for you. Even if one day, you never talk to me anymore, i will still treat you the way i did all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did we drift apart? I never saw it coming, i guess. All i knew at that time was that we would remain the best of friends till the day i die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If i ever made you disappointed, i'm sorry. I really, really am. If i could turn back time, i would never have done all these things. If i could do anything to make it like before again, i most fucking definitely would. Now it's too late to regret. You used to tell me your problems; now you barely even talk to me.  It sucks, but somewhere inside me, i'm happy that i know you're doing alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You, along with the few others, were the best friends i've made ever since i came to poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8369416232119197680?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8369416232119197680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8369416232119197680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8369416232119197680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8369416232119197680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/drunk-muse.html' title='Drunk Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1026305264582011864</id><published>2010-04-19T07:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:34:16.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin+ Thoughts Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: None.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, but at least now i  can't go any further bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was supposed to be the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't attend it, because now i have no school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, i kept this in mind for quite a while now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reasons to be mad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*No one asks me to club anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I failed after failing, how great is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Nothing's going to change; things will always get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(I can't do shit about those drifted friends i used to hang out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reasons to be depressed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I'm officially only an "O" Level graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I'm going to shave my head and earn $400 bucks a month soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I'm lonely sometimes because there is no one to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I still haven't learned swimming or my 2B license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I'm scared that i'd drift away from all my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*My dreams and goals are momentarily shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(When i see my friend's inboxes and i figure that they sms  each other all the time, i look at my own inbox and see that it's empty.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reasons to be happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Army life may come as a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*I will come back to school and get my fking diploma this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*When i dream of the future, it is actually very comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*When i think of the memories we had, it makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1026305264582011864?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8286523418475316675.post-5712245171341796126</id><published>2010-04-11T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:05:11.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Happy Birthday to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Edited Version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm 20 and one day old today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably means that starting from yesterday, i am   now an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, thank you  all so much for  all the wishes, i realllllllly appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To GAIA,  the  present was really nice, thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't really have much to say, cause there's a lot   of mixed feelings inside me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5712245171341796126?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5712245171341796126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5712245171341796126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5712245171341796126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5712245171341796126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/20th-muse_11.html' title='20th Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1710412882842233160</id><published>2010-04-10T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:06:19.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Songs that mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; That I can't make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But where's your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But where's your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But where's your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; There's nothing I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To change that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To change that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bright lights, that cast a shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But can I speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well is it hard understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A life that's so demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I get so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A love that's so demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Can you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; My eyes are shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I'm out here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; On the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of a jet black hotel mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I'm so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Is it hard understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A love that's so demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I get weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; These bright lights have always blind..ed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; These bright lights are always blind..ed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see you lying next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Awake and unafraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Asleep or dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (How can I see, I see you lying) 'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (How can I see, I see you lying) With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (How can I see, I see you lying) Awake and unafraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (How can I see, I see you lying) Asleep or dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Awake and unafraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Asleep or dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Awake and unafraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Asleep or dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Or dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Or dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am not afraid to walk this world alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Or dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1710412882842233160?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1710412882842233160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1710412882842233160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1710412882842233160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1710412882842233160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/lyrics-muse.html' title='Lyrics Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6186937359819236672</id><published>2010-04-07T04:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:26:37.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's like, really shocked to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My watch strap from the CADC Month's lucky draw snapped into two today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't how it happened. It just went with a "pop" in the middle of nowhere when i was writing the stock take earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This must mean a bad omen; something's gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6186937359819236672?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6186937359819236672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6186937359819236672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6186937359819236672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6186937359819236672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-muse.html' title='Watch Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4434057946837793975</id><published>2010-03-20T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:35:21.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day: Falling Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowly drifting away from the crowd, and it's none fault other than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, lemme apologize to Vince and G.A.I.A, for not attending today, even though i promised i would. I feel very guilty about this, so perhaps i would go down on my own tomorrow. After all, i do have a few words to say to you personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, who gives a shit, right. I'm just another burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4434057946837793975?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4434057946837793975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4434057946837793975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4434057946837793975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4434057946837793975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/vince-muse.html' title='Vince Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8732298085473015263</id><published>2010-03-15T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:59:23.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>laptop muse</title><content type='html'>why am i using my friend's laptop, while mine sits right beside me?&lt;br /&gt;that's because my laptop is actually a a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;correction: a spoiled piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;one fine day when i get another lappie, i'm going to take a mallet and fucking SMASH it into tiny little electronic parts.&lt;br /&gt;fucking smash it and i swear i'll never, never buy acer stuff ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8732298085473015263?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8732298085473015263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8732298085473015263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8732298085473015263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8732298085473015263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/laptop-muse.html' title='laptop muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6433623225586887614</id><published>2010-03-15T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:52:31.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fear of a muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the Day: Scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm really scared, of failing, of not able to finish what i have done, of being alone, most of all, of losing all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that i am a jerk. That is a proven fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still learning how to be nice, but it's actually quite hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still too dependent on my friends, but i'm trying to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything that i did, i don't want to do it again, because of the fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, because of the things that i've done, i'm now facing the punishment for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever will come, will come. And you must be ready to face it when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that i've said that i'm prepared, but deep inside me, i'm really really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want someone to tell me that it's all going to be alright, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling so alone. So, so, alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6433623225586887614?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6433623225586887614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6433623225586887614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6433623225586887614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6433623225586887614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-of-muse.html' title='fear of a muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1864363056492830077</id><published>2010-02-14T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:15:41.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the Day: My Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just one more time, come to my side, smiling like those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah.... i'm so glad that i'm celebrating V-day alone for the 20th time this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since i thought of it. But then who am i to complain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many of my friends are spending it alone as well, some of whom are much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eligible than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopeful thoughts come to me now... that by the end of this week i would have finished most of my assignments and projects. And maybe for once studies are outta my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all of my friends as well, the steps to the holidays may be far and difficult, but remember, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jiayou for the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1864363056492830077?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1864363056492830077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1864363056492830077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1864363056492830077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1864363056492830077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-muse.html' title='V-day Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5975833194479203393</id><published>2010-01-31T17:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:52:32.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Clouds Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day: All the dark clouds are on my side now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;am i lost, or am i just alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing much to post about this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me try giving a gauge about my current life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships: 0/10 (No need, or no mood?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hate me or love me, in the end i'm still going to take all the shit that people throw at me, carry it on my back, and continue walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Money: -10/10 (Overdue everywhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Call me incompetent, but i realised long ago, that the world is not going start spinning in reverse just because I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study: 5/10 (trying my best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know nothing can spoil our relationship farther, but i'm always that guy you knew before, and i will never change. Now i just hope you don't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOARD GAME AND FLASH GAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5975833194479203393?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5975833194479203393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5975833194479203393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5975833194479203393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5975833194479203393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/muse-of-day-all-dark-clouds-are-on-my.html' title='Dark Clouds Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3763240200109494675</id><published>2010-01-22T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:02:59.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day: Last Farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but i have to let you see the worst of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;felt great this week; managed to catch up with on most of my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i feel as light as a bird, and it IS true that you can do if you wanted to, and boy, does it feel awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, in case anyone of you wants to know, i'm officially single again, and i hope during this time, i have grown to be a little more mature about everything, even if i am a crazy little childish fellow, who once didn't know anything about love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to believe that i understand love and relationships a lot, but i realised that i was very naive about it. Well, so much for being a "Theoritical" expert on love. But what i want to say is, to all the boys and girls out there, try your best to fall in love as much as possible now, cause pardon me for saying it, but mostly it's going to end sooner or later isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what i'm saying is cruel, but it's sort of a fact, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, you can't force love, and that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other great thing is that, i have this "free" feeling that i didn't use to have in the past. In the past, the silly me would keep having all this stupid crushes(infatuations) on people who just treated me a little bit nicer. It's like what the fuck lols. It's not beneficial to anyone that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i feel very clear, which now i could safely say that i don't have anyone inside my heart, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even you, my longest love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember the times when we used to go to school together and that was the best time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3763240200109494675?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3763240200109494675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3763240200109494675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3763240200109494675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3763240200109494675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunset-muse.html' title='Sunset Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-980811789205180211</id><published>2010-01-11T05:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:25:50.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day: Time's running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;No more time left to drizzle and dazzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come in terms that at some point of time, everything will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;And when that comes, i must be ready to step into the next part and continue with life.&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not ready, time waits for no man.&lt;br /&gt;For me, the clock is just ticking faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-980811789205180211?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/980811789205180211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=980811789205180211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/980811789205180211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/980811789205180211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/muse-of-day-times-running-out.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5084478372118530033</id><published>2010-01-03T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:29:53.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new year muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New year, old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since this is the first day of school again, i would like to start by wishing everyone a happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*apologizes for not updating blog =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, so much things happened to me during this few weeks, i don't even know what to say. Yet, unseemly, even as i realize the things that happens to me, i know that these things are so insignificant, to the point sometimes i wish i could do away with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i wasn't hit by that particular "tornado", and was also ashamed that i didn't replied in the fashion that i wanted myself to all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, since it's a new year and all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i aim to become to a better man, one who never falls in the midst of all the obstacles that life puts in front of me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a better friend, one who always stand by his friends in times of need; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a better student, by NOT failing this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;you and i know that we've got a problem. why not end it for good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5084478372118530033?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5084478372118530033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5084478372118530033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5084478372118530033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5084478372118530033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/muse-of-day-new-year-old-me.html' title='new year muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1547542111857639884</id><published>2009-12-21T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:52:09.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;修羅道  Asura path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;am i the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whirlwind of events this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;by the way, wavehouse sucked ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;honestly, what the hell was going on that night, i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;baby, let's try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1547542111857639884?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1547542111857639884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1547542111857639884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1547542111857639884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1547542111857639884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/muse-of-day-asura-path-am-i-one.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6333449427057675272</id><published>2009-12-18T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:16:36.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>second muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;人間道 Human Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as a human, formed by earth, i never understand why we have to struggle so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;intercons almost ending now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i guess the fact remains that i have to buck up, and finish all what i have in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it's also time that i need to settle down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've got a question; why do people have to struggle so much in life just to end their lives in old age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the path of the human starts with birth, then education, then work, marriage, finally death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what i'm curious is, why does all people go this path? is it necessary to follow this path in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why work like a slave in order to go through their own lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;responsibility?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;duty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;guilt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or simply just following the motion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6333449427057675272?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6333449427057675272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6333449427057675272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6333449427057675272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6333449427057675272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-muse.html' title='second muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6480921522519275522</id><published>2009-12-15T14:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:11:12.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six paths of Pain muse</title><content type='html'>For the friends, enemies, brothers, sisters, lovers and haters;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Six paths of Pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;br /&gt;餓鬼道 Preta Path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like a hungry ghost, too fast and too haste; thou shalt plunge eternal to the yawning pits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In charge of taking the intercons now.&lt;br /&gt;Too hot, until my face is now sunburned, can't do much about it, except to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've only been able to whine, not much.&lt;br /&gt;i want to help all those who are in need of consolence; but the one who needs the help is me.&lt;br /&gt;who is the ghost now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare once said that love is but a weapon, only to pierce through the heart of every soul, until minds break down.&lt;br /&gt;how true is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6480921522519275522?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6480921522519275522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6480921522519275522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6480921522519275522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6480921522519275522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/ehh-muse.html' title='Six paths of Pain muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1950452948391422815</id><published>2009-12-12T03:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:33:59.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, jebal geuui soneul japjima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just don't wanna be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored. might post more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1950452948391422815?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1950452948391422815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1950452948391422815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1950452948391422815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1950452948391422815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/muse-of-day-baby-jebal-geuui-soneul.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7179007714536376178</id><published>2009-12-10T15:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:33:40.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;empty or filled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is it me or just everyone i know seems to lead a better life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it's the holidays again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you guys happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see what i'm planning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. learn korean to the point i can understand shows without subs i hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. be a good senior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. have fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.do nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.learn swimming so that people will shut up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm... &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah by the way, i'll praying for all of my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good results&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better grades&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have you all gotten used on how to use this blogskin's interface yet?&lt;br /&gt;if yes, can give me a tag =D thankeess X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7179007714536376178?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7179007714536376178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7179007714536376178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7179007714536376178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7179007714536376178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-muse.html' title='holidays muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4540795377135399642</id><published>2009-12-09T02:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:44:39.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>timeforchange muse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;changed blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't really post a lot right now, my mind's just gone blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep on hating the world; and the world hates you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4540795377135399642?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4540795377135399642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4540795377135399642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4540795377135399642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4540795377135399642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/timeforchange-muse.html' title='timeforchange muse.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8137711914232021972</id><published>2009-12-06T12:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:27:59.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The sick muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Muse of the day: sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;argh, feeling a million headaches and fever not going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;these few days were quite hectic. i want to find some time down and relax, no loud music or loud people, just me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;btw, butter factory wasn't too bad, just 2 very memorable things happen. One, i was temporary fixated by that silly little television and didn't really care for the clubbing mood. If i didn't remember wrongly, it was showing HBO in the 1960s- 1980s, with casablanca and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.crazyabouttv.com/battlestargalactica.html"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Two was a little more memorable, cause it was too unbelievable to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;powerhouse on the other hand, was by far the most crowded place i've ever seen. Damn it, ever time we got into the mood, someone had to come squeezing their big asses across. Very loud too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like DJ Kzee, he has quite a good vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;can't wait for 19th to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8137711914232021972?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8137711914232021972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8137711914232021972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8137711914232021972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8137711914232021972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-muse.html' title='The sick muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6576569364417125682</id><published>2009-11-29T07:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:56:47.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spingbreak muse =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best night ever at Wavehouse Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;had fun, met up with old friends, made new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people there were wild that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;managed to catch up with the events too, so didn't miss anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but for the weekdays must try to catch up with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still got a ton of things done, but not printed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SxJgQFoYCsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0SNC4mMhxEg/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SxJgQFoYCsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0SNC4mMhxEg/s400/IMG_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409491931931085506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;one of the few hundred pics we took. thanks wan zhuo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SxJiQ10uk1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W1mpVL6CO8Q/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SxJiQ10uk1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/W1mpVL6CO8Q/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409494143891051346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;shuana looks super demanding -.-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;promised minglei would come back nx week. WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6576569364417125682?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6576569364417125682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6576569364417125682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6576569364417125682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6576569364417125682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/spingbreak-muse-d.html' title='spingbreak muse =D'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SxJgQFoYCsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0SNC4mMhxEg/s72-c/IMG_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-183040601227810235</id><published>2009-11-24T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:21:20.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;winner, winner, chicken dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm the humble loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm too, a creature of the night. i love the night, just like my best mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;however, in his case, he would be more of a "resider" whereas i would be a "wanderer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason i love the night, especially the wee hours of the dawn, is because of the ambience of relaxation and "freedom", in a way that i cannot explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've spent many a night alone towards midnight, and i no longer fear the dark skies. In fact, i relish the feeling of being alone out in the night, as i sit down somewhere and smoke a cigarette, and listen to whatever song that i have in mind. Whether it's Jimi Hendrix, or Eric Clapton; GNR or Led Zep, Bertie Higgs or Daniel Powter, whatever the mellow songs are, they are what i call the "night songs". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you, my dear reader, would take a closer look at my posting times, you would realise that my posts are more commonly done in the night, especially from 2-6am. Why? Simply because i 'muse' at these periods, rather than give off some dumb crap post, i provide true genuine, realistic reflections that i myself would find entertaining to read when i come back in the future, perhaps when the days arrived when i find myself more mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My days are not spent foolishly, though. Daytime is the period where i socialize, as most humans do, it was in the recent years that i realised that i had to socialize in order to keep up within a community, or even the society. Don't you agree that the fact that you have to make friends makes you a community animal already. I've always put it as a sad truth, but alas, i know that this is something that cannot be avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, my readers, whether you are a light creature or a night creature, both have their own traits and instincts. Overall, i'm more inclined to the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-183040601227810235?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/183040601227810235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=183040601227810235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/183040601227810235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/183040601227810235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-muse.html' title='Night Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6251382784444538852</id><published>2009-11-22T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:00:53.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gif Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm starting to really like gifs... kept searching for imba ones on the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here are some really nice ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gifnation.com/funny/image/595/11189471871524jj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 142px;" src="http://gifnation.com/funny/image/595/11189471871524jj.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i nearly spat out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; food when i saw this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gifnation.com/albums/funny/1122638398390299.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://gifnation.com/albums/funny/1122638398390299.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;flasher? (ok this one wasn't that funny after all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gifnation.com/albums/funny/29706073390.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 145px;" src="http://gifnation.com/albums/funny/29706073390.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fuck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue to add tmr in school =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6251382784444538852?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6251382784444538852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6251382784444538852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6251382784444538852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6251382784444538852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/gif-muse.html' title='Gif Muse'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3013502332859564928</id><published>2009-11-22T06:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:25:41.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>double muse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sentinel dota hero builds &lt;s&gt;hopeless&lt;/s&gt; clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;didn't really have anything to write about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just that i feel that it's pointless to continue this facade. or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3013502332859564928?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3013502332859564928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3013502332859564928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3013502332859564928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3013502332859564928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/double-muse.html' title='double muse.'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-739381679664360941</id><published>2009-11-22T06:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:15:48.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse Of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; crappy &lt;/s&gt; shittiest night ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i gotta feeling, that last night was a shit night, that last night was a shit shit night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was like wtf+ omg+ everything else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it could be worse, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i need to control my anger i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-739381679664360941?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/739381679664360941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=739381679664360941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/739381679664360941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/739381679664360941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling...'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7725654490609993662</id><published>2009-11-17T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:21:42.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blogskin finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;arhs. finally finished my blogskin... starting to get a little pissed over the girly old one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this one looks more man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, do you know that i created the background myself? from photoshop; *shakes my own hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;better go to sleep, lecture tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7725654490609993662?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7725654490609993662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7725654490609993662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7725654490609993662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7725654490609993662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogskin-finished.html' title='blogskin finished'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5948106034430844930</id><published>2009-11-17T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:08:53.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>again &amp; again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;friends over lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's only great if both are the same thing; but not when she's the friend not the lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds stupid, but it's all happening again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the good news is that&lt;br /&gt;1) they're finally replying me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mnet Asian Music Awards on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5948106034430844930?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5948106034430844930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5948106034430844930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5948106034430844930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5948106034430844930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/again-again.html' title='again &amp; again'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-2959928294511427453</id><published>2009-11-12T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:08:01.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Muse of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Behind the smile hides the pain; i wear the jester's mask, because i don't want the world to know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while, and i still see no change in my current predicament. Is he testing my resilience? Is that it? Is that why he is doing that? Haven't he seen enough before school started? Why bring extra stress to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks being what i am now, except it's a little bit better cause now, at least i've got my lappie back, and two, i actually have something to do now. I pray most earnestly that he returns what i had in the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not fail this semester, i swear. Even if this course is not what i want now for my future, i'm still going to do something about it. When the moon disappears behind the cloud and the sun rises again, i know that at least i'm not totally useless... at least i can have this ounce of determination that i've learned from 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire a lot of people in CADC... i'm not going to say who, but there's really a lot of them... things about them that i don't have, and i'm always the one being cussed at. Things like a quick mind or consistency, or mental strength, or adaptability, or even things like good dota skills sets me apart... cause i know that i won't go that far; not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the emo posts aside, i really enjoy this time with them together, and by putting up a silly face or a stupid antic always keeps them in stitches. Hahaha.... just thinking about them makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-2959928294511427453?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2959928294511427453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=2959928294511427453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2959928294511427453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2959928294511427453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/muse-of-day-mask.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5308873213054339961</id><published>2009-11-05T18:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:22:26.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muse of the day: cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm so lonely that it's breaking my heart &lt;/span&gt;apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5308873213054339961?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5308873213054339961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5308873213054339961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5308873213054339961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5308873213054339961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/muse-of-day-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1036857019950780264</id><published>2009-11-05T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:30:58.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;been busy with school these few days.... until today when i meet yet another obstacle in my path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people blog about their daily lives; i don't see a reason to tell the whole world what you ate for lunch or whenever you give so much as a fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people blog about their idols; that's okay, i guess... but it won't about you, it's just another fanblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to blog about my thoughts and feelings, as they change everyday; as i mature and grow, my thoughts grow as well. and it's in these late nights when i smoke cigarettes and listen to Bertie Higgs and muse about life's different matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so many years of living with the fact that God is with you always, i feel that my life is actually a like a board game. with every step i take, someone rolls a dice, and the future that i was so sure of changes in an instant; and at that point of time, i am forced to immediately make a decision, which then affect my future, which will change again. There's always something in my mind that i have to worry about, and that worries me, as a whole. today, God rolled the dice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Constanine says," God's a kid with an ant farm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to put it as," God is my most trusted best friend who is a fortune teller which i cannot see and always does the unexpected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, all the while he never lets the things i expect happen, except for the things that i expect not to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've made up my mind. and maybe it will change again but at least this will pull me through for a day or two i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i understand finally, what u meant by saying everyone look down of me and make fun of me ; and i can't flare up at them cause they're right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1036857019950780264?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1036857019950780264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1036857019950780264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1036857019950780264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1036857019950780264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-busy-with-school-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-9204244667829780195</id><published>2009-11-01T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:40:01.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally finished HTI homework yesterday; also watched entire season of Girls Go To School- SNSD... managed to catch on a bit of studio... finishing it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song came out around the same time as Sorry Sorry; i like this song because it's so mellow even though it has a "pop" feeling in it... although i don't half understand what they're singing, i'm the same way as the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-9204244667829780195?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/9204244667829780195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=9204244667829780195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/9204244667829780195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/9204244667829780195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-finished-hti-homework-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6934769436891138877</id><published>2009-10-31T17:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:55:12.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;zzz.... i was doing my HTI homework in the morning when it was seconds after that i realised that i copied and pasted my HTI blog's template on my own blog's template... i quite liked the old template.... sians. wasted 2 hours doing up a new one, complete with everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go back and do my real homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you think that this new blog looks like a girl's?&lt;br /&gt;especially the song list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6934769436891138877?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6934769436891138877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6934769436891138877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6934769436891138877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6934769436891138877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1029997490098243301</id><published>2009-10-23T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:44:27.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on hindsight..... i forgot to say....&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/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SuIHB-zECWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SbCH-PsJjzw/s1600-h/10217_149525913001_733523001_2630520_8257897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SuIHB-zECWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SbCH-PsJjzw/s400/10217_149525913001_733523001_2630520_8257897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395883034161711458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;erm the one above looks a bit wacko... some people with peculiar expressions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SuIHCA5naRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wenIHuvXcZs/s1600-h/10217_149526413001_733523001_2630603_1154513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SuIHCA5naRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wenIHuvXcZs/s400/10217_149526413001_733523001_2630603_1154513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395883034726066450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE GAIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8286523418475316675-1029997490098243301?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1029997490098243301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1029997490098243301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1029997490098243301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1029997490098243301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-hindsight.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SuIHB-zECWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SbCH-PsJjzw/s72-c/10217_149525913001_733523001_2630520_8257897_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7876023520766242206</id><published>2009-10-23T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:38:52.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;arhs.... a week has past from school and i am so proud to say that i have not missed a single lesson =D; the fact that i've been appearing in the entire week should be quite miracle, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this semester i promise to:&lt;br /&gt;1. do something about my 2B license.&lt;br /&gt;2. attend any physical activity as long as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;of my friends 'chio' me for it. that includes all kinds of exercises/sports.&lt;br /&gt;3. learn korean.&lt;br /&gt;4. complete learning how to dance sorry sorry. =))&lt;br /&gt;5. complete all my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS WORK TOWARDS THESE GOALS YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7876023520766242206?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7876023520766242206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7876023520766242206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7876023520766242206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7876023520766242206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/arhs.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5313682748011911899</id><published>2009-10-20T04:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:14:59.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for such a long delay in posts. As you all know, my lappie was sent to the service center for a month... so no choice arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/10/09 marks 2 very important events in my current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about the simpler issue. the first is that my laptop offically died. kaput. there was nothing, that i could take back from the main drive. the 'D' drive was full of bullshit that i kept. I was so sad yesterday, that i didn't know what to do. i tried extracting, memory transition, etc, etc. But all to no avail. The partition was crushed beyond repair and 'C' drive was caught in the wave. So although my laptop looks the same, under this same, is a brand new soul. so i have to say goodbye to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2900+ songs, some include old songs that was specially gotten through iller means.&lt;br /&gt;20GB worth of CADC photos, from F/O 0809 all the way till now.&lt;br /&gt;My old work, photoshop and flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a tribute to my laptop, who stayed with me throughout this 1&amp;amp;1/2, kept me entertained through the most boring hours, kept me warm through the coldest nights, kept me connected to the world, even if for the little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was of course, coming back to school. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SCHOOL SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the nightmare is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5313682748011911899?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5313682748011911899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5313682748011911899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5313682748011911899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5313682748011911899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-so-for-such-long-delay-in-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7283317386509333368</id><published>2009-09-30T05:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:38:29.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SsMnDMDzHdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lHFVapdWLwc/s1600-h/5340_101648693180792_100000069847565_43523_2949296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SsMnDMDzHdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lHFVapdWLwc/s400/5340_101648693180792_100000069847565_43523_2949296_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387192514995494354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came to know the news regarding Vincent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry vincent, you don't deserve this at all.&lt;br /&gt;really don't understand what happened, or how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will somebody tell me what the fuck actually happened???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7283317386509333368?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7283317386509333368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7283317386509333368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7283317386509333368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7283317386509333368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-came-to-know-news-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SsMnDMDzHdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lHFVapdWLwc/s72-c/5340_101648693180792_100000069847565_43523_2949296_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4887808124860921019</id><published>2009-09-22T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:20:37.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my laptop's still at the service center, so it's considered a great bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across a big problem a few days ago; it wasn't a huge surprise, i knew one day she would "erupt", but still i was inevitably stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been brooding this few days, and wondering how my life would be after a few more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i don't get the scholarship back?? would i still be able to go back to school this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to force myself to pull together for once; but the body just wouldn't move, like it used to. like it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it, everytime i do something, like dota, or basketball, or even looking for a job, i have this "tired soul" feeling inside me, like i simply don't want to give in my best anymore. is it because that i do not care anymore if i won or lost? i'm still lethargic that i really can't pick up a interest to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why mum quarrelled with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to do it like in the stories? pull through and succeed in this last moments of the long period that i've failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or will it just remain the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like him, i've started to do this for most of the time i have alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SrkjciKvo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L_jbBO7FY_o/s1600-h/brooding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SrkjciKvo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L_jbBO7FY_o/s400/brooding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384373802613318498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4887808124860921019?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4887808124860921019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4887808124860921019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4887808124860921019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4887808124860921019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-laptops-still-at-service-center-so.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SrkjciKvo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L_jbBO7FY_o/s72-c/brooding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-2864611373945832033</id><published>2009-09-10T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:00:57.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#104</title><content type='html'>it's been a while that since that day my friends went away. but i thought we had one of the best weekends ever before they left. like they used to say, one last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday nite: got too bored, so went over to lester's house. chionged dota until morning... didn't really sleep. plus really pissed at SAM CAUSE HE BADMOUTHED ME BEHIND MY BACK... (just joking, take it easy=D) and i saw an old friend on that day... she looked prettier than she used to look... Nu Ren 18 Pian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday noon: sakura buffet. (not commenting)&lt;br /&gt;saturday evening: actually wanna accompany lester go kaki bukit de... but oscar and nick jio us go PartyWorld. Oscar personally ensured that i never wanna go there alone or worse, with anyone again... but... i played my part too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night: chionged dota all night long. an unexpected guest arrived too. was so fucking tired that i couldn't care lesser when i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday dawn: sent fellow brothers Edmund, Nick, Lionel, Nigel, JunYi and fellow others off.  When they left, i felt really really sad. not just for them, but for me. i never went anywhere further than malaysia before... and i really wanted to see the world, since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will this dream come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-2864611373945832033?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2864611373945832033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=2864611373945832033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2864611373945832033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2864611373945832033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/104.html' title='#104'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8525965602366102003</id><published>2009-08-25T13:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:01:57.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's autumn already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that time has all passed us by, and that nothing we could do is ever going to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things i regret, some things i hate, some things i've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life now is very boring, and there is nothing that i could update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've taken a task from my best friend, that is to help this kid, Jiayao, to score a pass for his maths for his streaming this year, or else, he would go back to china. Problem is, he cannot comprehend, interpret or remember a single word of english that i or my best friend teaches him, so i dunno what to do to help him. Worse, he gets bored easily. My best friend tried to use the "gentle teacher" skill on him, no use. So, now it's my turn to use the "gangster teacher" technique on him, cause it's for his own good. Hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i've also taken a job from my godfather at the shipyard. His crew and i drives around to buildings everywhere to service transformers. The riser room is always so goddamn dusty that every time i blow my nose after working, the mucus is always black. BLACK. But it's a very experiencing job, and now i've become a little more learned in the EEE section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going back to school in 1 month ++ time. Hopefully i don't screw up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of my friends are going for OITP soon. Really going to miss them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna learn the saxophone, so one day i can sit at the clarke quay river and play for tips.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... the thought of it makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8525965602366102003?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8525965602366102003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8525965602366102003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8525965602366102003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8525965602366102003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-autumn-already.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6988520162222902829</id><published>2009-08-14T13:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:03:25.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always believed that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHATEVER DOES NOT KILL YOU, ONLY MAKES YOU STRONGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6988520162222902829?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6988520162222902829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6988520162222902829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6988520162222902829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6988520162222902829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-always-believed-that-whatever-does.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6389702855682756729</id><published>2009-08-04T04:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:23:27.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sick once, headache twice, scolded thrice, and broke countless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always thinking of the one day that i could have in my life, whereby i wake up and there isn't a thing in my mind to worry about, and that i could do whatever i want. just walk pleasantly to cook breakfast and shower and then relax. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wondered when was the last time i have felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grad night has been wonderful, thanks to the welfare comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that as a person i have been too stupid to know that there are people in the past that i&lt;br /&gt; have overlooked with a passing glance. and that there was this one girl that i have let go due to my foolish and cowardly self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably haven't told you about secondary school life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;When i was in school, i had few friends. but however few, we were very very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had the guts to talk to a girl. And i cooed and gushed everytime one of them smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;What a douche. My friend was sick of it, ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl when i was in sec 2. That was when i knew she was the one. but i just didn't realise that she was the one my friend was eyeing for a long time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually betray him, you know. Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;He hooked me up with her after that, and we became friends. Then we never got farther than that. My friend accompanied her to school once and suggested that i do the same. I was sac-less, but my friend went there with me, to under her block, to just say," Hey, what a coincedence, let's walk to school together." My friend was hidden badly at first storey. I thought," I'm such a total stalker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget about the details, JM, can fill me up?&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, we got caught and she never forgave us for that.&lt;br /&gt;I remember her saying one day, " Hey, Kenneth, can stop coming to my class or not? My friends are starting to gossip liao." That was the killing blow. I never went to her class after that.&lt;br /&gt;My friend took revenge 3 months later by lying to her that i called her a bitch and insulted her family, which by total coincedence was the thing she detested to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forgave me after 6 months when the Pope died. My friend lost interest after the revenge and went finding other girls. I pretended to lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year, she was topping school and CCA, while i was failing and falling. But every occasion that she was more than a little sad or happy, i was there. Not to do anything except stand there as a lifeless sentinel.  Could i have done something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was in sec 4 she graduated but failed to get the results she deserved. After all ,what she got was considered lousy in the top class of the top school in Yishun. She cried. My buddies egged me on to go offer a tissue and a shoulder to cry on. I managed to give the tissue after silently tapping lightly on her shoulder countless times. I wouldn't even have the tissue if my friend, who had the habit of having a pack of tissue in his breast pocket every day. It was the most embarassing/regretable thing i have ever done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally grew some balls in sec 5 Valentine's day, i bought her something and wanted to go to her usual place at 5 plus at the interchange, but due to late class, when i reached the interchange the bus just went zoomed off, even after running all the way from school and sprinted like Usain Bolt the second the bus door opened. I was devastated when my friends found me. I guess it was fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose watching over her like a statue, for 5 years, rather than to do something. I may sound like a hero of a movie, but i swear if i could do it again, i would have hugged her tightly and never let her go. Oh, how i wish i could do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time began to pass, and i found other girls, and yes, i began straying down the path, but i could not bear to love another girl, and i could never do anything like that again. Once the wind have passed a place, it could never return to the place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9L7Nur8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hWFb4CB6yGA/s1600-h/19968.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 20px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9L7Nur8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hWFb4CB6yGA/s400/19968.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366035862350901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9Lh3mRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1zj-vHe1S-c/s1600-h/26399.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9Lh3mRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1zj-vHe1S-c/s400/26399.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366035855547188914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9LQvSRPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fRwiH7Q0fj0/s1600-h/19968.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 20px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9LQvSRPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fRwiH7Q0fj0/s400/19968.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366035850948920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9S_W0SZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dVrPFDAogIo/s1600-h/26371.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 43px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9S_W0SZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dVrPFDAogIo/s400/26371.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366035983721843090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that what i've learned from that show the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6389702855682756729?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6389702855682756729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6389702855682756729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6389702855682756729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6389702855682756729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-has-been-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/Snf9L7Nur8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hWFb4CB6yGA/s72-c/19968.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4105349684023963095</id><published>2009-07-24T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:35:16.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, long time no see, been busy lately, so didn't have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED BOYS OVER FLOWERS, FINALLY!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it's a great show. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious to the point that i actually thought i went partially gay for like an hour after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on and put up the F4 guys as my wallpaper and thought it looked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;then later on i felt guilty about it cause it was really gay so i took it down. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... time to tell out who i think is the best guy of F4 and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the 4th =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Song Woo Bin/ Akira Mimasaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him a lot. Really. I just think he's a poor dude. Given a little more than cameo role. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, don't argue, look, just look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see his house.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see his love interest.&lt;br /&gt;All we saw was him getting drunk and Kim Bum scolding him.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was all, " Yo buddy whaz up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMLZc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZPljPioAf3M/s1600-h/51-WooBin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMLZc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZPljPioAf3M/s400/51-WooBin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362111696288495058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel for you, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Goo Jun Pyo/ Tsukasa Domyoji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first saw him in the series, i could have sworn i wanted to give him a ass-whopping.&lt;br /&gt;The curly hair sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The violent behaviour against girls sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of ultimate confidence and pride to the point that it was arrogance sucked.&lt;br /&gt;He's even afraid of bugs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But... i have to admit that he did a lot of things to help the girl and proved to me that he's worth being the catcher. And anyway if i say anymore, lots of girls are gonna flame this post.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoML6iIbvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jTwaGdSsxmk/s1600-h/20081227_hanyoridango12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoML6iIbvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jTwaGdSsxmk/s400/20081227_hanyoridango12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362111705168506610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings, eh, Min Ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. So Yi Jung/ Sojirou Nishikado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, that he really, really, is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel for him, that sense of deepest sadness, when i saw that his father was a flirt, and his family was in shambles, and everyone dumped the family business to him. Worst, he missed his shot at his first love. He started wearing the same mask that his father wore, the one of a playboy, one of a smooth and suave bad boy, when he's still the passionate and sad child hidden in him. Plus, he always looks like he's 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMMHU3fYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pEVMkjTtBxg/s1600-h/3327482611_e6b18bbef3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMMHU3fYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pEVMkjTtBxg/s400/3327482611_e6b18bbef3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362111708602531202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, Ga Eul. For snatching that potter boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yoon Ji Hoo/ Hanazawa Rui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shining white knight.&lt;br /&gt;The best friend i would gladly give anything to have.&lt;br /&gt;Geum Jan Di's famous firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If such a man exists in this world, well, he really would be godsent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where could you find a guy who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has the inate ability to arrive in front a girl who is in trouble, anywhere, anytime, like Visa?&lt;br /&gt;has the power to keep cool under 15 years of loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;can play almost any instrument in the world?&lt;br /&gt;likes a girl but gives her to his best friend who liked her just as much?&lt;br /&gt;still have to console her whenever you know she's feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;is the sweetest guy i have ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;and worst, is so handsome, i swear it looks drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMMtqNxfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6doPMQmFDhg/s1600-h/20081227_hanyoridango14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMMtqNxfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6doPMQmFDhg/s400/20081227_hanyoridango14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362111718892619250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best guy ever. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks: 132897439021754321483210894329813647386243678204362/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite female in the story... well, i could tell you next time. My hands are tired. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i think either i'm going gay, or i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4105349684023963095?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4105349684023963095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4105349684023963095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4105349684023963095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4105349684023963095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-everyone-long-time-no-see-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SmoMLZc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZPljPioAf3M/s72-c/51-WooBin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6005536512908057799</id><published>2009-06-27T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:48:10.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i dedicate my post number 99 to a person we all respect and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson collapsed into cardiac arrest at 12:32 pm Pacific Daylight Time on June 25, 2009. Later that day he was pronounced dead at 2:26 pm Pacific Daylight Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a great fan of him. Really. Was about to post yesterday if not for my internet got cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson 5 member.&lt;br /&gt;Singer &amp;amp; Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Sex &amp;amp; Drug Abuser.&lt;br /&gt;Phidophile.&lt;br /&gt;Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to remember him as the last word.&lt;br /&gt;As all the wise men would say, " Ah, thou sayest the good die young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Marshall Hendrix&lt;/b&gt;: November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis Aaron Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert "Bob" Nesta Marley&lt;/b&gt;: February 6, 1945 – May 11, 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sid Vicious&lt;/b&gt;: 10 May 1957 – 2 February 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, let's see whose gonna die next.&lt;br /&gt;Is it Eric Clapton or Madonna? BB King or Britney Spears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6005536512908057799?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6005536512908057799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6005536512908057799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6005536512908057799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6005536512908057799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-dedicate-my-post-number-99-to.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1192897561247728009</id><published>2009-06-18T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:41:49.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I re-read everyone's blog last night, and when i woke up this morning, i remembered that i was dreaming about a lot of things. All of the world's wonders and joy, then finally the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To comprehend the true meaning of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*To realize the pain of a millisecond:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask a lover about his other life dying in front of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To realize the pain of one second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask a driver whose wife DIDN'T survived the car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To realize the pain of one minute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask a victim of a poisoning incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*To realize the pain of one hour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the victim of rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To realize the pain of one week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask the father of a child with a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To realize the pain of one month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask an Iraq mother about her 3 sons out to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To realize the pain of one year :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ask a cancer patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*To realize the pain of one lifetime :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mass-murderer on his last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this in a book from a philosopher named Nietzsche. I really like this phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nietzsche" title="Nietzsche" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Did you ever say yes to a pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All things are linked, entwined, in love with one another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What does not kill me, makes me stronger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe i am too immature, maybe i'm too young, maybe i'm just too childish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that i am.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that whatever i'm saying is not exactly right.&lt;br /&gt;All i want is to set your minds thinking.&lt;br /&gt;My posts are not answers, they're questions.&lt;br /&gt;Question yourself, then tell me the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn not for opinions, but for intelligence, higher than any man on earth, so that one day i could look out someday on the sunrise, and tell myself, " I've the answers to life's questions, now is the time to spread them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1192897561247728009?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1192897561247728009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1192897561247728009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1192897561247728009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1192897561247728009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-re-read-everyones-blog-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1634442085007351850</id><published>2009-06-09T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:40:58.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to all of you, guy or girl, regardless of status or position, i put to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, someone once told this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a country survives because of the laws it holds; people fear the law and thus obey it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they don't speak out, so they follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a family survives because of the bond it shares; people of the same blood try to flow together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;they follow, so they speak out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a community survives because of both; people try to flow together and obey the laws. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;they make the choice to follow or speak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are we a country, a family, or a community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to my one of my best friends: the job of a leader is to lead, not to read; you either leave a hero, or stay long enough to see yourself become a villain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in my community, therefore i see myself reclused from the midst of my once-dear friends. my presence may be occasional, but i will always yearn to know more about the happenings, because as a current sidewalker, i may view things clearer than you all. however, any anger or hatred to me or anyone in particular should be made known to person in particular as well because all the hate in the world, in my belief, come from just one tiny seed of misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we speak up, we would get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt;urt&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ealed&lt;/span&gt;. get &lt;del&gt;mis&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understood&lt;/span&gt;. get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sympath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt;ostrac&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ized&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to wipe up someone else's tears, wipe your own first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger is human, forgiveness is divine, hatred is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand, on the grounds of neutrality, neither for one side or the other.&lt;br /&gt;but i will always pray for this to be over someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;To the person who name could not be here any longer because that person in particular asked me to remove it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;when they said " let's move together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;they didn't mean, " Game Over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;they meant, " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game Over if you're leaving with a full purse. cause this arcade ain't closing for nobody.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;the world won't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;we have to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;i cannot assure that the worst is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;but i can promise you that timeless phrase,&lt;br /&gt;that the night is darkest just before the dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;damn, i sound like a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1634442085007351850?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1634442085007351850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1634442085007351850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1634442085007351850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1634442085007351850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-all-of-you-guy-or-girl-regardless-of.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7506755843391299490</id><published>2009-06-02T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:17:35.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS TIME- WONDER GIRLS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(currently my favorite non-english sad song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(i heard they put up this song for their ex-member, hyun-a, who left because of health complications)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wzg951vUGA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wzg951vUGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once promised myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grazing by of the parting memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The trust that is now broken again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon pain and comfort I erased them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But ever since I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I began to get courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I rest against your shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind becomes comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to stay like this forever with you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it will be different this time my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it’ll be okay to trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you now understand my mind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never wants the love you show towards me to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I need you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without you the long period of loneliness will repeat itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don’t ever change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My all, I’ll be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don’t doubt me because you trust me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I’m afraid of the times without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the night that’s been soaked in black passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the sun is shining in my windowsill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you’re not there, I might cry again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I hope you don’t become a painful memory to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the men that have grazed by me in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please just hug me like this forever babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it will be different this time my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it’ll be okay to trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you now understand my mind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never wants the love you show towards me to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I need you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without you the long period of loneliness will repeat itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don’t ever change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My all, I’ll be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the last hope left for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world without you will be like a terrible darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please acknowledge my love towards you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it will be different this time my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it’ll be okay to trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you now understand my mind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never wants the love you show towards me to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I need you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without you the long period of loneliness will repeat itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don’t ever change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My all, I’ll be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7506755843391299490?l=falkenryderforever.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-8286523418475316675.post-3924087907075693803</id><published>2009-05-31T02:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:47:59.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was only recently i realised....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I REALLY REALLY LIKE THE WONDER GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;WONDER GIRLS FTW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not just their "Nobody" only, last night i went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; check on their songs and almost all of them sounded nice! pity i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SunYe (#2 Fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SiIl1w3fDsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ew7Z_y0OPto/s1600-h/20080131_sunye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SiIl1w3fDsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ew7Z_y0OPto/s400/20080131_sunye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341873713595748034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoHee (#1 Fave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SiImlUF0orI/AAAAAAAAAII/x_JJdTHhYOU/s1600-h/200806100500018_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SiImlUF0orI/AAAAAAAAAII/x_JJdTHhYOU/s400/200806100500018_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341874530504975026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SunMi (#5 Fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1558208936421909059</id><published>2009-05-26T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:06:08.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be resigning officially on the 15th of June. The manager, thank god, has approved (think he hates me), and i would be looking for a new job. He also said i wasn't suited for an FNB job so i'm looking at my other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i really wanna go intern at a art/comic/studio- type company. Think of it as a early ITP.&lt;br /&gt;2) if that's not possible, then i could work part-time for a slightly-higher pay, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;3) if not, then i would have to look for other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for part (1), if anyone have any links for it, PLEASE CONTACT ME! i know it's very difficult for a person like me to get hold of this kind of job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartalk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hellos to GAIA!, miss you all so much! =) would be seeing you all soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos to Year ones, never really got the chance to meet up with you all, tag me! i'll not going to eat you =P&lt;br /&gt;Hellos to CADCians &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; SEEING YOU SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sometimes i think of it as a bad dream. a very bad one where i work alone and all my friends aren't around me anymore. the kind of dream that you hope to wake up and say," whew, what a nightmare." i've still got a while more before i come back. but i really dun think about it now, cause got skype and i try to think of work more. also, i realised that i was too clingy and dependent on you all. yes, we are friends; some of you are more than friends, you're family. but i now know that sometimes, when things happen to you, other than depending on my friends, like always, i must try to walk it out on my own. i truly wish that when i come back, i would have learned to become stronger, more mature, and more responsible for my own actions. i will also try to listen to other people, cause you're not right all the time, and the " i don't give a damn" attitude will onyl make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;finally, i've decided i should quit smoking. cause i don't want anyone to follow in my footsteps in the near future. it's really bullshit when the government said you can get addicted to it, but it will become a habit, a sort of recreational activity that is bad for you, but still you would find that you would be wanting that cigarette more than the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's for you, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1558208936421909059?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1558208936421909059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1558208936421909059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1558208936421909059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1558208936421909059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-singapore-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8625392514304906431</id><published>2009-05-23T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:08:11.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone. time for kenneth to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i have come to hate work very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few reasons include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay is really too little.&lt;br /&gt;The manager is a little, how would you put it, unpleasant. ( i tried my best to say it nicely)&lt;br /&gt;The people there are mostly backstabbers, so i try my best not to divulge anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;The crew there prefer to talk to themselves ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;The staff meal sucks.&lt;br /&gt;The location is in a place none of my friends ever go.&lt;br /&gt;I want very much to work the opening hours and go to school to see my friends, but sadly mr.manager says no.  I end up doing closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully some of my friends can help me catch a few job offers here and help me get out of that shithole. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me show you all something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShhI9xt0HvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-OzMJlTXPy0/s1600-h/CADC+calendar+june.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShhI9xt0HvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-OzMJlTXPy0/s400/CADC+calendar+june.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339097584402439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice or not? I rmb saying that this position of lester is just nice for a calendar. so... there you have it folks, you can just go save as a wallpaper for june. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See ya nx week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8625392514304906431?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8625392514304906431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8625392514304906431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8625392514304906431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8625392514304906431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShhI9xt0HvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-OzMJlTXPy0/s72-c/CADC+calendar+june.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5485755619067271470</id><published>2009-05-18T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:23:04.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, i'm back from work for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite sad to know that Twins had split temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;But it was good to know that despite Mr. Edison Chen's bad move, Gillian's partner Charlene had a new album, Two without One, that i heard over at the radio last week. The song was very nice, and i was glad to know that at least one of them was still singing. I liked the title too, there's a double meaning to it. One, the song is about a girl being alone and has no mate. Two, the songs is dedicated to the splitting of Twins, and how Ah Sa is going on without her. Hmm, quite sad. Screw you, Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShHAfnQd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eD8Lac0d7Jg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShHAfnQd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eD8Lac0d7Jg/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337258682757273858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new song: Listen!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn4zJhW8CjY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like getting drunk. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, CADC guys have just started playing maple. Good Job!&lt;br /&gt;Members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kai] KawaiiKaiKai-Fighter&lt;br /&gt;[chingee] chaurjipa-Bandit&lt;br /&gt;[oscar] zeddycool- Fighter&lt;br /&gt;[ganjoo] wahahahagj- Xbowman&lt;br /&gt;[edmund] Unknownuserr- Dragonknight&lt;br /&gt;[nigel] moomooturtle- Ice/Lightning Mage&lt;br /&gt;[nic] wonderrkidz- Hunter&lt;br /&gt;[lionel] Strrike-Magician&lt;br /&gt;[lester] MrshuaigexDD- Bandit&lt;br /&gt;[zhi xuan] Arhlian- Mage&lt;br /&gt;[weng xian] emanating- Mage&lt;br /&gt;[kenneth] MissNotKnown-Xbowman&lt;br /&gt;[farris] ibash-Beginner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that the girls would join the scene =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mapling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Meanwhile, happy belated to Jingqi, and welcome back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Those memories seeing you around me are like a good movie played over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5485755619067271470?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5485755619067271470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5485755619067271470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5485755619067271470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5485755619067271470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-im-back-from-work-for-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/ShHAfnQd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eD8Lac0d7Jg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-333811613080350644</id><published>2009-05-06T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:51:57.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#90</title><content type='html'>I'm working now, in case some of you don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be blogging lesser now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the H1N1 flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. and i anticipate what's gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken: We've got the Avian Flu.&lt;br /&gt;Beef: We've got Mad Cow Disease.&lt;br /&gt;Pork: We've got the Swine Flu now. Yepps.&lt;br /&gt;Fish: Got high mercury content.&lt;br /&gt;Mutton: We've got the BSE:Atypical Scrapie for British Mutton.&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable: I hate them. But i still can't eat them; got high pesticide content.&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys: We've got the AIDS disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.... WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO EAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guys think about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-333811613080350644?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/333811613080350644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=333811613080350644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/333811613080350644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/333811613080350644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/05/90.html' title='#90'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5821728882051858410</id><published>2009-04-23T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:10:29.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>face your demons</title><content type='html'>i went back to two places today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hostel &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning when i recieved a msg from someone.&lt;br /&gt;the people that i have turned my head from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long ago, when i first started my line of work,&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself," I hate getting bullied all the time."&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got shamed in front of your class by a bunch of girls?&lt;br /&gt;No, you have not.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, " i want to be feared, for once."&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached a point where i said, " No, this is for money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came to a stop where no one gives a shit about me,&lt;br /&gt;that was when i felt true loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many of my fellow friends get hurt and die.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my father leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mother hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself missing death several times.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the police taking my father away.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the police taking me away.&lt;br /&gt;I saw four walls and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I paid 3 years of my freedom for what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THAT YOU, FREE AND RICH, IN YOUR OWN MEANS, YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why you got what you deserved.&lt;br /&gt;2 years in prison? that's peanuts for your case, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lonely, the darkness, oh my god, you never will understand. Neither of any of you.&lt;br /&gt;Days spent sleeping in the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Nights spent roaming in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Puff after puff after puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good with a phone that no one bothers to call you with?&lt;br /&gt;What's good when you tried to find a computer when no one tries to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill myself twice, then realised that i didn't have to guts to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;All i do until today is to cause trouble to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first went into hostel, the first week was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;20 people assigned to beat the shit out of you. 2 was in charge of looking out for people.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was worse than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started out, I have 7 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;When i walked out, I couldn't even contact 1.&lt;br /&gt;What a sick joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, " You are a hopeless case."&lt;br /&gt;" One, you'll never succeed in life, for you rely too much on others."&lt;br /&gt;" Two, you'll never do anything, because you talk and dream too much."&lt;br /&gt;" Three, No woman in the world is going to fall for you, because you suck, honestly."&lt;br /&gt;" Just do this, earn some cash and then eat the free jail food. Don't worry, they have seconds there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, maybe you're right.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not going back, no matter how bleak i see the future can get.&lt;br /&gt;Because i know, for once i'll be walking on the correct path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ruilong. Hope you're looking at me from above, or below.&lt;br /&gt;Because if i could, i would be sobbing like a pussy, like you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;24/4/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5821728882051858410?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5821728882051858410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5821728882051858410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5821728882051858410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5821728882051858410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/face-your-demons.html' title='face your demons'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1694861792891342142</id><published>2009-04-20T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:37:34.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#87</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, okay, i'll come clean about this. I'm always shitting about my life being awesome and shiok about having no school now, but i start to feel like shit these couple of days. I miss school. I miss having a school and all. And most of all, i miss you guys. CADC, mind you, not DGDD. I dunno why, but i realised how serious my future can get. And i also want you all to know that i will NEVER, NEVER leave you all, unless if you all leave me first, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PS: I still love you, but just enough to get ready to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1694861792891342142?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1694861792891342142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1694861792891342142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1694861792891342142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1694861792891342142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/87.html' title='#87'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7011222623225552878</id><published>2009-04-20T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:46:07.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#86</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm.... Let me see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What happened during the last week of my holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. I went for debrief. Then we went for dinner at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. I got shot in paintball, i ate at a fake thai restaurant, and i got cake all over my face&lt;br /&gt;when i was celebrating MEH'S birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SeyXt1yboQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O6kI3gdYVlI/s1600-h/mehsbdaypaintballouting3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SeyXt1yboQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O6kI3gdYVlI/s400/mehsbdaypaintballouting3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326799273060966658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. I remembered i got a haircut and oscar got his hair gold.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. I slept at oscar's house, then we went to buy stuff at Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I woke up late and went for chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SeyYbikLI3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/O00j88T2E-E/s1600-h/cadcpaintballandannualreceptionp-119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SeyYbikLI3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/O00j88T2E-E/s400/cadcpaintballandannualreceptionp-119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326800058174874482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think i was still playing RA3 over at the other corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Pack up and slept off the day. Then went with buddies for pool.  After that, went back to oscar's house again.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Slept off at oscar's house then went for pool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. that sums up my awesome last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7011222623225552878?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7011222623225552878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7011222623225552878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/86.html' title='#86'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SeyXt1yboQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O6kI3gdYVlI/s72-c/mehsbdaypaintballouting3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-4501770968650394492</id><published>2009-04-14T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:37:44.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;01. Smoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. Cried when someone died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. Been drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. Had sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. Been to a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. Gotten/given a hand job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;08. Been verbally/sexually harassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Had cyber sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Been to prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Cried at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Went streaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Given or received a lap dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 86%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Kissed a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Hugged a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Went skinny dipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Driven a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Hit by a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. Had a party w/o parents consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Done drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 82%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Played strip poker/darts/pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Run away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Bought porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Watched porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Made porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Made beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Been in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. French kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. Stabbed yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. Shot a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. Watched an animal die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Watched a person die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. Kissed somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. Pranked somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. Made spicy beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. Dressed punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. Dressed Goth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. Dressed preppy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. Been to a motocross race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. Avoided somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. Been stalked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. Stalked someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. Met a celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. Played an instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. Ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Cut yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. Bungee jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;70. Been to a wild party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;71. Been caught stealing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. Gone out with your friend's crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. Got arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. Been pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;77. Babysat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. Been to another country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. Started your house on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. Had a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;89. Been called a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. Danced like a whore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 49%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. Been in a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. Raped somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;96. Danced in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;97. Been rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;98. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;99.Left a restaurant without paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;100. Been raped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Total Percentage: 46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42%! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not as bad as i thought it would actually be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-4501770968650394492?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4501770968650394492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=4501770968650394492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4501770968650394492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/4501770968650394492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-with-100-and-subtract-1-for.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-2597244639190923776</id><published>2009-04-11T06:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:38:10.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Paiseh on the lag time of posts &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My computer is offically spolit for good. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A big "THANK YOU" to everyone who celebrated my birthday on the 11th of April; it was certainly a refreshing experience to be wished by a 100 over people. Especially to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My GAIA members=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jiemin, Irving, Kaiwen=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Brothers=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Shuyan=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;What a load of fun i had the past few days i could not imagine. Serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paintball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thai Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2x KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beer (1 Can nia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But i'm still looking forward to my last event of the holidays. After that, it's time to find a job and start my life anew. Remember guys, I'll always be there like a irritating pest, never leaving you EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, i still got loads to do, so take care guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"distance makes the heart grow fonder." I'll drink to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I should never have tried using the net. Now the fishing rod is broken for good, yet the one in the net becomes my dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-2597244639190923776?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2597244639190923776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=2597244639190923776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2597244639190923776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/2597244639190923776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-computer-is-offically-spolit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3705097120165554375</id><published>2009-04-09T00:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:38:30.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or not, i leave it to you all to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is going be an uncle soon.&lt;br /&gt;My laptop died on me, so it means that i would NOT be stoning at home with a hot new game.&lt;br /&gt;Now sitting in club, looking at the com, thinking that everything would be fine but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, if it's going to be like that, then i might as well do something about her. I want to prove to myself for once that i have the balls to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3705097120165554375?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3705097120165554375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3705097120165554375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3705097120165554375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3705097120165554375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5358386584082185257</id><published>2009-04-06T07:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:38:45.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OF MY LIFE =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dear friends, I'm finally back from camp prep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My PCs, we've been through so much, so many ups and downs, so many tears, blood and sweat, to reach where we are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My dearest brothers, i love you all so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oscar+ Edmund+ Zwei+ Lester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My dearest PCs, i will never forget these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ganjoo Feli Jingqi Huilun Yunhui Nick Chingee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lionel Nigel Qiaoyan Jamie Carlyn Xinlei Lifang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yenceen Junyi Zhixuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the times we stayed out too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the times we gorged on food.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the times I fell asleep looking at your faces.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the times we've fallen and got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The freshmen this year rocks too! =) You all are so enthu and it all put a smile on all our faces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Also, the year 2 and 3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Especially Janet+ Weiyi+ Guoliang+ Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Without you all i'd never knew what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i've had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now my deepest fear is that will we remain as close as we are now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5358386584082185257?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5358386584082185257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5358386584082185257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5358386584082185257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5358386584082185257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-of-my-life.html' title='TIME OF MY LIFE =)'/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-5135720953679894393</id><published>2009-02-17T06:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:01:57.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;stayed with brothers on V-day No.19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Since i didn't go out with any girl for the occasion, i would do better to forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, the lucky people aside, i did see some sad sad omg posts about how they didn't had a date for vdae, how nobody asked them out for vdae, etc, etc. Well, here's news for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I spent vdae no.18 in a boy's hostel for juvenile delinquents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't see the one i love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't see that happy valentine's day msg that almost everyone would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i can't even see that clear blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So dun be so sad, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I used to do something every year, that is i would write " happy valentine's day" on a card, and ask one of my friends to give it to someone that matters to them a lot. Then the person would pass it to another person and so on. In the small wish that the card would one day get passed back to me. Well, since it's already the futuristic year, i would do it via my blog, so i would like you all to copy and write ur name and wishes in this card and pass it to someone that matters to you a lot, no matter is ur bf, ur bff, ur family, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SZqYu3A64eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0X2x5t39HUc/s1600-h/happyvdae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SZqYu3A64eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0X2x5t39HUc/s400/happyvdae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303719441991393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So spread the love, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-5135720953679894393?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5135720953679894393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=5135720953679894393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5135720953679894393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/5135720953679894393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/stayed-with-brothers-on-v-day-no.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SZqYu3A64eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0X2x5t39HUc/s72-c/happyvdae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-338018587833297747</id><published>2009-02-10T00:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:41:07.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt;.&lt;" last week of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;well, i'm telling you i'm THIS excited! ( points middle finger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;About Feb 14, i just hope that none of the following would happens to my best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*Sing to the tune of Apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"eh.... eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;* Mutton, what happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" eh... pain arh eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*what happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"eh... kena hammer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"i tell you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;February 14 gonna spend that day alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;* eh, but i thought you got girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I didn't buy a gift so she broke my collarbone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Aiyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She tell me that i'm stingy then she go and cut my arm, away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I tell her that i'm sorry but then she kicked me to the ground, and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's too late to go and buy, it's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Aiya, tell her shop all close la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's too late, no valentine, i'm bogay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Aiya, mutton, you very poor thing la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*muffled sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*ya, i tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She punched in the mouth now i got no front tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Ah, like Bugs Bunny like that huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I look like Mickey Mouse, cause my ears are like balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Eh, get kids take photo with you la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She hold me and dunk my face, now it's turning blue, and she say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You should have brought me flowers, should have brought me diamonds too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;now you're dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's too late to go and buy, it's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; *Go 7-eleven buy orange juice la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; It's too late, no valentine, i'm bogay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; *Thomson got prata 24 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; It's too late and buy, ee..aa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's too late, no valentine's, why like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;* Come la mutton, we go zoo la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ps:in case you think i copy and paste from somewhere, i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-338018587833297747?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/338018587833297747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=338018587833297747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/338018587833297747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/338018587833297747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-7810608924103611669</id><published>2009-02-03T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:34:02.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continued from jm's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the interview from Mr Foo Jie Min, this reporter had the chance to catch up with Mr Kenneth Osiris Chien, 18, while he was at work with his board game. It was a while since there was any news about him, so JM Times was very glad that they found him. He was in a calm mood, as he turned around and accepted the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: First of all, Mr Chien, i'd like to thank you for accepting this interview with us at The JM Times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: The pleasure's all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: So, Mr Chien, what have you been doing this few months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: Nothing much, just very busy with my work right now, that i deleted almost 3/4 of all my games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: Really, Mr Chien? Wow, that's a great surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: Well, i had no choice but to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: What kind of work are you involved in, Mr Chien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: Mostly schoolwork, with a bonus of campwork, and also many other problems that contribute to my stress level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: Based on your previous record, Mr Chien, you would not have done anything to solve your problems. Is there anything that help with your stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: I am currently learning to play basketball with a couple of good friends that, i must say, are very helpful and into training myself to play better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: Amazing. What would you like to say to your fans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: I would like to say, keep on supporting me, when this is all over, we would start the fun again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: And what plans do you have after all this is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: I would do all the things that i should have done, like learning electric guitar, learning driving, go overseas, drink as much as possible and party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R: I'm so happy for you, Mr Chien. Well sir, best of luck to you and thank you for your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;K: You are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear blog, it's almost time for the dreaded February 14 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The very reason that i hate that day is obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Past 10 years i have spent it, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This year would have no exception, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-7810608924103611669?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7810608924103611669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=7810608924103611669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7810608924103611669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/7810608924103611669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/continued-from-jms-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3066014225308500885</id><published>2009-01-28T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:22:40.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I reflected on myself these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Now i'm stressed, but i'm not unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I realised that it was like walking home with two feet full of blisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Every step that you take is pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;But i know that you have to reach home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And because you know it, you keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I was a failure once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;But i'm not going to let this happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Because i know i can do it, therefore i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And for bball, i will prove to everyone that i am not a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;To the team that i'm in that i'm not their BURDEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;For my studies, i will try my utmost to scrape through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This time, i'm not going to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Because i know i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3066014225308500885?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3066014225308500885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3066014225308500885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3066014225308500885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3066014225308500885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-reflected-on-myself-these-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1520578560295657648</id><published>2009-01-27T21:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:46:50.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me also wish that there should be a ban against all these silly quizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; zwei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lester&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. The person who passed you this quiz is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;zwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2.Your relationship with him/her-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;brother (not blood-related, obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.Your 5 impression of him / her-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sporty/Loyal/Not Stingy/Friendly/Naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Soulful/Deep/Scared-Of-Wife/See-Colour-Not-Brother/A Great Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4.The most memorable thing she / he has done for you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Teaching me basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5.The most memorable word she / he has said to you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Heh heh heh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Kao Pei!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6.If she/he become your lover you will-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7.If she/he become your lover, things he/she should improve on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He shouldn't be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He shouldn't be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8.If he/she become my enemy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;F*** his ass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Puch his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9.If he/she become my enemy the reason is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Steal my gf by playing bball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Steal my gf by playing the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10.The most desired thing you want to do with him/her now is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Play bball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do a dual tag on any song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11.Your overall impression with him/her is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's a Min Ji Mon Kok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12.How do you think people around you will feel about you?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13.The characteristics you love about yourself are-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Being able to live the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14.On the contrary,the characteristics you hate about yourself are-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I lack confidence, height, money, diligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Still be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16.For those people that care and like you, say something to them-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thanks for everything. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17.Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;zhongwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; jingqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lifang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; xinlei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;qiaoyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nigel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;chingee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;jiemin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18.Who is no. 6 have having a relationship with at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Heh heh heh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19.No.9 is a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;70% male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20.If No.7 and No.10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21.How about No.5 and No.8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22.What is No.2 studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Banking and finance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23.What was the last time you had a chat with No.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24.What kind of music band does No. 8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jay chou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25.Does No.1 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; 2 brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;26.Will you woo No.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She's a nice girl. But i'm not worth her, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27.How about No.7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28.Is No.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Attached with no.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29.What is the hobby of No.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Keeping quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;30.Do No.5 &amp;amp; No.9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;31.Where is No.2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SP school of business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;32.Say something casually about No.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're going to see Lifang AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;33.Have you try developing feeling for No.8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never tried, never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;34.Where does No.9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chinese gardens or lakeside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;35.What does number 3 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That guy from fahrenheit. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;36.Are No.5 &amp;amp; No.1 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Considered yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;37.Does No.7 like No.2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Unless both of them are homosexuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;38.How do you know No.2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mahjong :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;39.Does No.1 have a pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;40.Is No.7 the sexiest girl in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's neither sexy or a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;41.Do you think it possible No.4 &amp;amp; 5 date each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would love to see it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;42-Say something more about No.6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*laughs for 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;43.What is the relationship between you &amp;amp; No.9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;44.List all the school that No1.-No.10 are in and originally from and your relationship between him or her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Not answering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;45.What will you do if No.10 hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;46.Which of the following are in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1 and 4 could be married any moment now :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;47.How do you first met No.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Camp -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;48. What would your reaction be if No.3 and No.10 are together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One can't see the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1520578560295657648?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1520578560295657648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1520578560295657648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1520578560295657648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1520578560295657648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-also-wish-that-there-should-be-ban.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3482712583265189259</id><published>2009-01-27T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:09:49.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me wish that there should be a rule against the prices of food during CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about themself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. At the end, player needs to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. No tags back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ONE: I love playing PC games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TWO: I hate shallow people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;THREE: I listen to old songs. Like 1963- 1990 old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FOUR: I look innocent, but i'm definitely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FIVE: I am a light sleeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SIX: I believe i'm equipped with an abnormally large brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SEVEN: I'm actually a very shy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;EIGHT: I can hold large doses of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NINE: I'm obsessed with japanese women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TEN: I play the electric guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10 ARE YOU's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Are you single - Wish i wasn't, but yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Are you happy- Define Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Are you bored - Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Are you fair- Dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Are you Italian- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Are you intelligent- I believe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7. Are you honest- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Are you nice- Only if i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. Are you Irish- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Full Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Kenneth Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Nicknames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Osiris, pui-eh, dragonboat, dadada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Birth place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# If i'm not mistaken, the Causeway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Hair color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Natural hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Eye Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;#Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7.Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# 11 April 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8.Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. Favourite colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Black, white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. One place you like to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# Akibahara, Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10 person i tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3482712583265189259?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3482712583265189259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3482712583265189259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3482712583265189259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3482712583265189259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-wish-that-there-should-be-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-454354778046483878</id><published>2009-01-17T15:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:00:36.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest welfare comm ass.head : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JAMIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Meet up with jiemin this week. We spoke, spammed food, and i was able to forget my things for a while. He still is the best thing that ever happened to my secondary school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was very ashamed of what i've done and said during debrief. I had absolutely no right to say that i'm stressed. Lots of people they're stressed, but they never say it out one mah. But why must i do it? Am i really that selfish of a person? Maybe i did it because i wanted everyone to share their stress. Maybe i wanted them to know that there are people who give in their everything just to try to make this work, not me, but just the guys, but the girls as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiemin asked me," Hey, it's still your future." But i still feel that i am really not that much of a future to talk about in the first place. Everyone says that i'm a slacker and a person who can die without playing games. I tried my best to change, but will i concentrate on my studies if i don't play games? Jiemin rebutted me by saying, " if you say you can sacrifice studies for camp, then why not sacrifice games for study?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cry. Since i was seven, i never once cried. I only regret that i could be in a course with exams, or maybe i could be a little be richer. But that is foolish. If the old me can see me now. The old me, who was so carefree, who faced much more torture and pain than i believe none of my friends could ever imagine, who never once felt this feeling that i have now, the fear that is haunting me every moment i close my eyes.The old me, who once was alone even in the darkest of nights, with no father, and a mother who couldn't care less, who now has become such a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now at least i have a group of people whom i could call friends. Who i could tell them my thoughts, who care for me, who are my pillar of strength. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never regretted joining this club and more importantly, i never regretted i became part of this camp.&lt;/span&gt; And i swear, that i will do whatever it takes, however small my effort is, to make this thing work, for Oscar, for the freshmen, for the 22 people, and for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this chorus of a song goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;心情坏 只发呆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你的难过不会有人睬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;路很长 站起来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;或许远方同样有谁在等待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你的爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;My dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll be always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;当你很想远离痛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;寻找爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;My dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;越过高山和大海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;勇敢面对危险&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;We're On the road again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;优客李林    &lt;&lt; 少年游 &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CADC, you're my pillar of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-454354778046483878?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/454354778046483878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=454354778046483878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/454354778046483878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/454354778046483878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-welfare.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6749923964333665334</id><published>2009-01-13T01:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:41:30.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A week have passed since school started, and nothing much has changed. The same old smiles, the fun and the work. I haven't left much games left by now, i really want to do my overdue work to prevent from failing this shitty course of mine. Or maybe i would purposely fail to leave this course. Whatever happens, i hope my friends will be on my side, with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kai, if you are reading, please, we still care for you and are your homies forever. Bro, never doubt our words, and tell us your problems. Maybe me, maybe JM, maybe Irving, tell anyone. Just don't keep it to yourself. There's always another year. This year had one scoring 6As, 32 years old prison convict. If he can, why can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;與你分享的快樂, 勝過獨自擁有, 至今我仍深深感動. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CADC, you're my pillar of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone, you never understand how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6749923964333665334?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6749923964333665334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6749923964333665334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6749923964333665334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6749923964333665334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-have-passed-since-school-started.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3891745843848804430</id><published>2009-01-04T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:12:23.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't really celebrate new years'.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with clubmates for a little gathering, and a little mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was dreaming of a great bash full of alcohol and chicks.&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't get it, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't drank in couple of whiles.&lt;br /&gt;Mates, can we go get drunk sometime soon?&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking sober.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 30 bucks and a tile at oscar's house, sorry about that, man.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dunno what happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to chiong homework, but couldn't find the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe i would really drop out next year.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? Certainly not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate emo posts.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reads them. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;My mates ask me whether i'm adopting the emo style to act cool.&lt;br /&gt;I don't, for fucks' sake.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a place to vent off steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, i got scolded for spitting near the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Then i couldn't get to the train to pasir ris because of a whole escators worth of fools&lt;br /&gt;standing like nobody's business. When i finally reached the platform, the doors closed&lt;br /&gt;right in my face. What a great way to start a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether anymore would come my way later today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, i got everybody's attention by screaming " FUCK!!!!" very loudly and went off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am really so sorry about the tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not my fault that i couldn't get them to pay up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But if you have anything to say, pls just tell it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know, i really do hate people who talk behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can explain. I'm just too flustered to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm in no postion to scold them, yet everyone scolds me for delaying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe it was a bad decision to initate something for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I should have left it to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3891745843848804430?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3891745843848804430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3891745843848804430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3891745843848804430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3891745843848804430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/didnt-really-celebrate-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-6747952226682056135</id><published>2009-01-01T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:16:04.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As promised, here are my new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Find myself a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make FO 0910 the most successful one of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a motorbike license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Master electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Learn how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lie a little bit lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cut down on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Get a little bit thinner and hopefully taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Most importantly, be a happier guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays. Happy 2009 to all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-6747952226682056135?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6747952226682056135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=6747952226682056135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6747952226682056135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/6747952226682056135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-promised-here-are-my-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-1178767799005530009</id><published>2008-12-28T21:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:47:40.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, i'll take a little time to show the photos&gt;&lt;. First stop: CADC MONTH!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgjW50iVuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QpBDeDv9k2w/s1600-h/DSC04163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgjW50iVuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QpBDeDv9k2w/s320/DSC04163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285013039104546530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Groupie time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkizetCVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Uhd4rlhy7rg/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkizetCVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Uhd4rlhy7rg/s320/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014343072418130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Us doing the dance thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkjZev9yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7rCYLwq6wFk/s1600-h/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkjZev9yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7rCYLwq6wFk/s320/DSC04151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014353273157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Them laughing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkji5fNAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CSnR7Kagbg0/s1600-h/DSC04156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkji5fNAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CSnR7Kagbg0/s320/DSC04156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014355801224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Their turn to do it. (Karma!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkkMLiwII/AAAAAAAAAGY/dFFDBlT6_Fg/s1600-h/DSC04269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkkMLiwII/AAAAAAAAAGY/dFFDBlT6_Fg/s320/DSC04269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014366882807938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I seriously cannot believe that jamie is actually shorter than ChungHeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkkGDKLSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3bUTlg5M8DU/s1600-h/n546018874_1057863_6389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkkGDKLSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3bUTlg5M8DU/s320/n546018874_1057863_6389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014365237030178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgkkGDKLSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3bUTlg5M8DU/s1600-h/n546018874_1057863_6389.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This one is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgnBZJoYXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLj4HdWbcZI/s1600-h/n792178064_1696936_657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgnBZJoYXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLj4HdWbcZI/s320/n792178064_1696936_657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285017067603911026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ultimate "yeah" look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgnBB5B8TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X1Kl3cbPadg/s1600-h/n546018874_1057873_8392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgnBB5B8TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X1Kl3cbPadg/s320/n546018874_1057873_8392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285017061360267570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Zhangkai doing the "Yellow Drink is so good!" advertisement. Zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Second Stop: WELFARE GATHERING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm not that keen to show more photos, but here's the timeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.00pm: Finished the overnight session at Lawson's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4.00pm: Reached Home. Bathed. Changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5.00pm: Met Oscar and Lawson at Velocity to buy Xmas Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6.00pm: Waiting for the peeps after buying deodorant and Oscar his own present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7.00pm: Buffet time! The Need for Food Blacklist 15 comes along to chew, munch, and consume as much as possible in order to bring the house down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Black list 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Qiaoyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zhongwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9.00pm: Insanely full, we go. To where, for what, i don't really remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For the Yr1 Xmas Gathering, will post nx time, too long liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Quite stressed, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Camp prep worries me to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry that i might fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry that we might fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry that Oscar worries that we might fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry about the schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry about my schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Worry about everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Haix. But i will not give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Because the seniors never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Because the IC/PCs never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Because Oscar believes that we will never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Is it me or is it just we are slacking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I want to force myself to stop playing, stop slacking and start the run once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Before anything, i need long rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But if anything, i force myself not to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I blatantly refuse to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I stop and breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But in the end i still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I just don't want you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CADC FO/PCs 0910 zuizai!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-1178767799005530009?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1178767799005530009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=1178767799005530009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1178767799005530009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/1178767799005530009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwjC0H6YGVY/SVgjW50iVuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QpBDeDv9k2w/s72-c/DSC04163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-8092450386663830480</id><published>2008-12-17T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:50:41.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the melancholy in me tries to shut the sanguine up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the little choleric tells the phlegmatic to buck up but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;time. stops. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just hope the person who ruined me doesn't come back again to do the same t&lt;/span&gt;hing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-8092450386663830480?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8092450386663830480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=8092450386663830480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8092450386663830480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/8092450386663830480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/melancholy-in-me-tries-to-shut-sanguine.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-3477679278082201003</id><published>2008-12-04T11:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:56:13.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These day i've been listening to old songs, both english and chinese. Some of them are say, very very nostagic, like deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;I happened to come across a classic, Emil Chow's Peng You.&lt;br /&gt;As i listened to that song, i realized how selfish i was. How all this time, i was merely minding my own business and how sometimes, we go through life so fast, that we have simply forgotten, the little moments we have with our friends, brothers, sisters, homies, whatever you call them, don't they mean something to you?&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers, most of you are also the friends that went with me, unknowingly, through, tears and sweat, the times in secondary school, the times when i was a freshman in poly who didn't know nothing, without my friends, i would have not been what i was today.&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of instant noodles, simple. yet very much rushed through by us.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i wondered to myself, have i done anything at all for my friends? Was i there when they needed consolation and cheering up the most? Or have i been a mere parasite, cheating and stealing of their precious time when they could have spent it with more worthy people unlike myself?&lt;br /&gt;Those periods, maybe like practice or even studying together, have we concentrated too much on the studying to just enjoy the hours and minutes, that they look at you and smile, saying," Ah... thank god you're here." Or maybe even sharing a little joke and laughing our asses off by something completely nonsensical?&lt;br /&gt;My code in life was to " &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Live For The Moment&lt;/span&gt;", and making this lifetime the best, for myself and for everyone else, cause for god's sake we don't know if we have a second life, right?&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish for all my friends,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to be happy always&lt;/span&gt;, and to tell me all your problems, as i will eventually tell you my problems, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here are the lyrics for the song=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ze xie nian, yi ge ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All       these years, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Feng       ye guo, yu ye zou&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The       wind has passed, the rain has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;You       guo lei, you guo cuo&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;There       were tears, there were wrongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Hai       ji de jien chi shen me&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Things       we hold dear I still recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Zhen       ai guo, chai hui tong&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;If       you've had true love, then you would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Hui       ji muo, hui hui shou&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;There       is loneliness, there are goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Zhong       you meng, zhong you ni&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;There       are dreams, always there is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Zai       xin zhong&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;In       my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;**       Peng you yi shen yi chi zou&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Friends       walk this life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Na       xie ri zhi bu zhai you&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Those       days will not return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Yi       ju hua, yi bei zhi&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;One       word, one life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Yi       shen ching, yi bei jiu&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;A       lifetime relationship, a cup of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Peng       you bu cheng gu tan gou&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;With       friends you won't be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Yi       shen peng you, ni hui dong&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Lifelong       friends, you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Hai       you shang, hai you tong&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;There       are wounds, there is pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Hai       yao zou&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Must       go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;hai       you wo&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Always       there is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-3477679278082201003?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3477679278082201003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=3477679278082201003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3477679278082201003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/3477679278082201003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-day-ive-been-listening-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286523418475316675.post-412901626317093492</id><published>2008-11-28T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:33:29.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DGDD, don't read it, please. If you do, then by fuck's sake don't comment. It's not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just thought it would look better in black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like... i totally dun belong in my class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Those things they could do, i could do none of it.&lt;br /&gt;The faces they give me, of both students and teachers, i don't even know how to relate to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of a few kind souls who even bothered to talk to me, i seem so out of place in my course.&lt;br /&gt;I feel crushed and empty, and if i don't have CADC, i think i won't bother coming to school at all =(&lt;br /&gt;And i finally realized how it feels to do something that you like the best as a work, as something you are forced to do. I see my friends going for exams, for MSTs, i envy them very much. I know myself, i like going for exams because it's a one-shot thing and i don't have too many things to worry at one thing. Some of them even look at me as if i am... whatever. But it's not their fault. I know i have only myself to blame for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i am really going to fail this semester cause i don't have a clue to what i'm doing, all yet all the while i am playing the fool and acting as if i'm still very much of a pro.&lt;br /&gt;I smile of course, when i'm in club, and i'm truly grateful to them, cause they, along with my homies, are the only reason that i still can smile today. I long for someone to understand how i feel and console me, but that's the losers' way of thinking, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed that i probably have no idea to whatever the fuck i am writing, but other than this, i still have a lot of other things on my mind, too atrocious to be blogged out in the first place. I feel so much to want to change my course, entirely, to leave that T3A block forever, but where else can i go? I know my score is probably okay, but the problem of going into a completely new course with a bunch of strangers that in themselves has already bonded tight, the enviroment. and what will my hostel and my parents say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can i go and what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286523418475316675-412901626317093492?l=falkenryderforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/feeds/412901626317093492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286523418475316675&amp;postID=412901626317093492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/412901626317093492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286523418475316675/posts/default/412901626317093492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falkenryderforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/dgdd-dont-read-it-please.html' title=''/><author><name>THE BROTHERHOOD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03971566104156145363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
